𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩

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Hellsheep

  When you think “monster island,” you think craggy rocks and bones scattered on the beach like the island of the Sirens.

  The Cyclops’s island was nothing like that. I mean, okay, it had a rope bridge across a chasm, which was not a good sign. You might as well put up a billboard that said, SOMETHING EVIL LIVES HERE. But except for that, the place looked like a Caribbean postcard. It had green fields and tropical fruit trees and white beaches. As the group sailed toward the shore, Annabeth breathed in the sweet air. "The Fleece," she said.

  (y/n) nodded. He couldn’t see the Fleece yet, but he could feel its power. Overwhelmingly so. He could believe it would heal anything, even Thalia’s poisoned tree. "If we take it away, will the island die?"

  Annabeth shook her head. "It’ll fade. Go back to what it would be normally, whatever that is."

  (y/n) felt a little guilty about ruining this paradise, but he reminded himself they had no choice. Camp Half-Blood was in trouble. And Tyson... Tyson would still be with them if it wasn’t for this quest.

  In the meadow at the base of the ravine, several dozen sheep were milling around. They looked peaceful enough, but they were huge—the size of hippos. Just past them was a path that led up into the hills. At the top of the path, near the edge of the canyon, was a massive oak tree.

  Something gold glittered in its branches.

  "This is too easy," (y/n) said. "We could just hike up there and take it?"

  Annabeth’s eyes narrowed. "There’s supposed be a guardian. A dragon or..."

  That’s when a deer emerged from the bushes. It trotted into the meadow, probably looking for grass to eat, when the sheep all bleated at once and rushed the animal. It happened so fast that the deer stumbled and was lost in a sea of wool and trampling hooves.

  Grass and tufts of fur flew into the air.
A second later the sheep all moved away, back to their regular peaceful wanderings. Where the deer had been was a pile of clean white bones.

  Annabeth and (y/n) exchanged looks.

  "They’re like piranhas," she said.

  "Piranhas with wool. They're farm animals, maybe—"

  "Blossom!" Annabeth gasped, grabbing his arm. "Look."

  She pointed down the beach, to just below the sheep meadow, where a small boat had been run aground... the other lifeboat from the CSS Birmingham.

  Cyrus's eyes instantly sparkled at the sight of the ship. "Is she here?" he asked (y/n). "Is Clarisse here? Can you feel her?"

  "Yeah... yeah, she's here," (y/n) mumbled quietly, nodding shortly.

They decided there was no way they could get past the man-eating sheep. Annabeth wanted to sneak up the path invisibly and grab the Fleece, but in the end (y/n) convinced her that something would go wrong. The sheep would smell or hear her. Another guardian would appear. Something. And if that happened, the rest of the group would be too far away to help.

  Besides, their first job was to find Grover and whoever else had come ashore in that lifeboat along with Clarisse—assuming they’d gotten past the sheep.

  They moored the Queen Anne’s Revenge on the back side of the island where the cliffs rose straight up a good two hundred feet. (y/n) figured the ship was less likely to be seen there.

  The cliffs looked climbable, barely—about as difficult as the lava wall back at camp. At least it was free of sheep. (y/n) hoped that Polyphemus did not also keep carnivorous mountain goats.

  They rowed a lifeboat to the edge of the rocks and made their way up, very slowly. (y/n) went first because he was the better climber, with the most experiences in quests that required climbing.

  They only came close to dying six or seven times, which (y/n) thought was pretty good. Once, Percy lost his grip and found himself dangling by one hand from a ledge fifty feet above the rocky surf. But he found another handhold and kept climbing. A minute later Annabeth hit a slippery patch of moss and her foot slipped. Fortunately, she found something else to put it against. Unfortunately, that something was Percy's face.