The Path Of Glory (Annabeth Chase x Male Reader)

37. The Fleece Goes With Nobody

"I got Nobody!" Polyphemus gloated.

Y/N, Ethan, Percy, Grover and Clarisse crept to the cave entrance and saw the Cyclops, grinning wickedly, holding up empty air. The monster shook his fist, and a baseball cap fluttered to the ground. There was Annabeth, hanging upside down by her legs.

"Hah!" the Cyclops said. "Nasty invisible girl! Already got feisty one for wife. Means you gotta be grilled with mango chutney!"

Annabeth struggled, but she looked dazed. She had a nasty cut on her forehead. Her eyes were glassy.

"I'll rush him. Our ship is around the back of the island," Percy whispered to Grover and Clarisse. "Y/N, Ethan, you—"

"No way," the four of them said at the same time.

"You think I'm going to leave Annabeth here?" Y/N said, as if that was the stupidest idea he had ever heard.

Clarisse had armed herself with a highly collectible ram's-horn spear from the Cyclops's cave. Grover had found a sheep's thigh bone, which he didn't look too happy about, but he was gripping it like a club, ready to attack. Percy had Riptide. Ethan had a giant staff—must've been a walking stick for Cyclopes. Y/N, of course, had his sword gleaming in his hand.

"We'll take him together," Clarisse growled.

"For a change, I'm with Clarisse," Y/N said. He didn't even fully realize what he had just done; the only thing that mattered was to kill that Cyclops.

"Same," Ethan said. He blinked, like he couldn't believe he'd just agreed with Clarisse about something.

"All right," Percy said. "Attack plan Macedonia."

Y/N nodded with the others. They had all taken the same training courses at Camp Half-Blood. They knew what he was talking about. They would sneak around either side and attack the Cyclops from the flanks while somebody held his attention in the front.

"I go in front," Y/N said.

Nobody objected. The others began to go to their positions.

Y/N hefted his sword and shouted, "Hey, Ugly!"

The giant whirled toward him. "Another one? Who are you?"

"Put down my friend. I'm the one who insulted you."

"You are Nobody?"

"That's right, you smelly bucket of nose drool!" It didn't sound quite as good as Annabeth's insults, but it was all he could think of. "I'm Nobody and I'm proud of it! Now, put her down and get over here. I want to stab your eye out again."

"RAAAR!" Polyphemus bellowed.

The good news: he dropped Annabeth. The bad news: he dropped her headfirst onto the rocks. Y/N just had time to reach out a hand and use the bit of air that was in the cavern to cushion her fall. She lay motionless as a rag doll.

The other bad news: Polyphemus barreled toward him, a thousand smelly pounds of Cyclops that he would have to fight with a sword that seemed very small now.

"For Pan!" Grover rushed in from the right. He threw his sheep bone, which bounced harmlessly off the monster's forehead. Clarisse ran in from the left and set her spear against the ground just in time for the Cyclops to step on it. He wailed in pain, and Clarisse dove out of the way to avoid getting trampled. But the Cyclops just plucked out the shaft like a large splinter and kept advancing on Y/N.

Percy moved in with Riptide, stabbing Polyphemus in the thigh.

The Cyclops roared and slapped Percy through the cavern. Then he rushed again toward Y/N.