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When they appeared around the bend, they froze at the sight of Perseus, their hands automatically dropping to their weapons before slowly pulling them away when the recognized him. "What are you doing here?" Came Clarisse's sharp question, her eyes narrowed.
"Getting the object I was sent on a quest by King Zeus to retrieve." Perseus responded, deciding to go with more official titles than anything else. He looked different compared to them, wearing ancient Greek clothes while they wore modern clothes.
"We were sent on a quest to get the Golden Fleece." Came Annabeth's reply, her eyes narrowed and stormy gray, but there was a nervous edge to her.
"A quest not needed for I was already on it, Lord Zeus relayed that to camp half-blood's camp director." He said as he looked at her, his eyes narrowed.
"Grover is in trouble." Annabeth admitted finally. Especially when Clarisse corrected her that it wasn't the two of them sent out, it was Clarisse on her own and Annabeth tagged along as a stowaway.
"Than you may save Grover, I am here for the item."
With that Perseus continued forward, moving to walk past them when Clarisse drew her spear and pointed it at him.
"Not one step further or I'll skewer you prissy."
His eyes narrowed as they darkened, storm clouds rolling in, something that had become more prevalent lately, especially with his moods. The water to the right of the three grew choppy, waves rising and smashing against the cliff side though one would notice that his boat was completely unaffected, sitting in a circle of calm water.
"Lower the weapon, Clarisse, out of respect for my Brother." He uttered, his tone sharp as the ring on his finger shifted, growing into a spear that shimmered with faint licks of golden fire.
"This is my quest." Clarisse bit out, her fingers tightening on her spear but when she went to jab forward, Perseus rose his arm, batting it to the side and pointing the tip of his spear at her throat. At the same moment Annabeth seemed to step forward, aiming a dagger at him, but a sideways glance from Perseus had the dagger being ripped from her hands by the winds.
"It is unwise to challenge me." He finally said, looking down at them, his eyes narrowed before lowering his weapon and having the dagger dropped at Annabeth's feet before he continued on past them. "You may follow if you want, to save your Grover, but beyond that, I am here for one thing and one thing only and the two of you won't stop me from getting it."
The two of them stood there frozen for a second before following after him quickly.
He quickly ascended the hill, looking out over the area, his eyes peering towards the distance where he spotted the golden fleece and after that the boulder where the reported cyclops should be. He knew where he was now, after watching the island, he was on Polyphemus's island. In a contest of pure strength, he didn't know where he stood, the cyclops was approaching elder cyclops status in age, and that meant height and strength, a true one eyed giant.
But if the myths were to be believed the giant was partially blind to fully blind in its eye. Which meant it would rely on its sense of smell and hearing more than anything. He knows he said the fleece was his only priority but Grover was important in a way too, his first friend he made in the mortal world.
His hand flexed slightly as his sword formed into his grip, resting comfortably. A mental roll of his shoulders had his armor sprouting around him, full battle regalia, taking on a shape more similar to the roman legions than of grecian battle wear, but it would work, shining golden in the light, he stepped forward and slowly began to release his divine presence onto the island.
"I'll distract the cyclops while you two get Grover and than leave the island." Perseus ordered before he was gone. A crack being heard seconds later as he crashed into the boulder, heaving with one arm to fling it backwards and to the side.
A great rumbling could be heard before a massive hand exited the confines of the cave and a massive being slowly lumbered out, moving to stare at him, a beady eye attempting to focus on him but being unable to properly. "Who is there?!" He shouted out and Perseus smiled before shouting out Nobody.
The giant cyclops roared in outrage before rushing towards the demigod, swinging his sword wide, he summoned a bolt of lightning from within him, sending it arcing out towards the cyclops as he rolled out of the way. He watched as the elder being batted it to the side.
So this was the son of his father that nearly ended a kingdom with his cry for help.
Disappointing.
Gritting his teeth, he shot forward with a shattering kra-kra-koom as he wreathed himself in a bolt of crimson and azure lightning, his blade extended forward as it engulfed itself in golden flames. Only for Polyphemus to bat him to the side at the last second, sending him crashing into the side of the mountain. Rolling to his feet, he looked towards his 'brother', lips curling into a snarl as he switched his sword out for his bow, pulling back on the string, combining the lightning with the fire before unleashing it.
The giant cyclops rose its arms, blocking the initial strike but letting out a roar of outrage when the blasts actually burnt its skin, filling the air with the scent of charred flesh. "NOBODY HURTS POLYPHEMUS!" Came its shout as Perseus smiled a sickening smile beneath his helmet.
Stepping forward, he let his divine energy explode out of him, interacting with the world around him, the waves down below crashing up against the cliffs, the air growing charged with the smell of ozone as the earth began to shake. The Son of the Storm bringer and Earthshaker smiled as he stepped forward before slamming his foot down on the ground, sending a quake rushing outwards, causing the giant to become off centered.
Percy would smile at that, his hand flinging out as bolts of lightning rained down from the sky like the wrathful tears of his dad before finally running forward, his bow turning into Sunstruck, his spear. Jabbing it forward, he pierced directly through the cyclops's chest, the creature letting out a sharp scream before crumbling into golden dust that was quickly blown away by the wind.
Turning around, Perseus faced where the fleece was at and shot forward, flying through the air and snagging it off of the branch before flying back across the bridge, cutting the ropes to stop the sheep from following, sheep that had snapped at his ankles while he was passing over.
He saw the other two grabbing the satyr and nodded to himself before he heard the wait. Gritting his teeth he turned back to face them, his eyes focusing upon them quickly. "What?" He asked them, his voice sharp and low.
"We don't have a boat, it sort of sunk... offshore." Annabeth said and Perseus would reach up with his free hand, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Fine..." He said, letting out a sharp sigh, "We all will take my boat."
Walking towards the cliff face, he looked back towards them. "But you are finding your own way down." The son of Zeus stated before he stepped off the edge of the cliff, flying through the air and landing on the boat, looking back, he saw them slowly making their way down the cliffside face.
Once everyone was on the ship, near twenty minutes later, Perseus set sail, directing the boat towards the path that led best towards the exit from the Sea of Monsters.
He ignored the other campers, his eyes focused forward before he smiled to himself and the boat began to pick up speed, bouncing across the surface of the water, moving more like a speedboat than a classic trireme that the ship was. He could feel the boat groaning and creaking as he moved across the surface of the waves, eventually feeling as they crossed from the Sea of Monsters back into the Atlantic ocean.
Suddenly he felt the concerned gaze of Apollo back on him, as he looked down from the sun, charting his course, but not only that, he could feel other gazes in the sun as well, all looking down at the world from different places, it was like a network of other beings all going through the sun.
"We'll be back at Camp Half-Blood here soon." Perseus said and it would have been true had a massive ship not suddenly loomed into existence. The ship itself was suddenly a massive blindspot, while he could see it with his working eyes, the sun gaze he was using only saw the ocean beneath it. Banking hard to the right, Perseus dodged the massive cruise ship.
"Change of plans." Perseus uttered, docking along the coast.
"Clarisse, you are taking the Golden Fleece back to camp, catch a plane, I am going to be dealing with a traitor." Perseus uttered, stepping back as he handed off the fleece to Clarisse. She nodded and quickly left, just as the cruise ship docked and Luke himself stepped off, followed by a familiar golden figure.