𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄! percy jackson¹

xxx . The Golden Fleece

"I pushed you away, too."

"Well, then, we'll have a pact," smiled Annabeth and held out her pinky. "I swear on the River of Styx that I, Annabeth Chase, will always be there for my best friend—my sister—Claire Moore until as long as I live."

I grinned and locked my pinky with hers. "I swear on the River of Styx that I, Claire Moore, will always be there for my best friend—my sister—Annabeth Chase until as long as I live."

Thunder crackled above, but it was rather comforting instead of intimidating. I heard Grover behind us stifle a sniffle.

"That's cute and all," Clarisse—who I hadn't even realised was there until now—grumbled. "But we have to get out of here."

"She's right," said Percy. I never thought I'd see the two of them agree over something, but here I was. "We have to get back ... our ship ..."

The Queen Anne's Revenge was too far for us to get there with Annabeth and I still injured. The shortest route was across the chasm, but when I looked over, the bridge had been destroyed. The only other possibility was through the sheep.

Percy looked as though he had an idea. "Tyson," he turned to the Cyclops, "can you lead the flock as far away as possible?"

Tyson looked dumbfounded, "The sheep want food."

"I know! They want people food! Just lead them away from the path. Give us time to get to the beach. Then join us there."

He still looked unsure, but Tyson stood up and started to make his way down the path. Before he left, I reached out and grabbed his arm. Tyson stiffened, surprised that I would make such a gesture. He looked down at me with his one big confused eye, and I found myself smiling. "I'm glad you're back, Tyson," I say.

I thought Tyson would start blubbering right then and there. But Percy reminded him, "Sheep, Tyson," and he continued on, running down the path and into the great big white flock.

He whistled, "Come, sheepies! Um, people food this way!" and he jogged off towards the meadow, the flock following him. Wow, okay.

"Keep the Fleece around you," Percy turned to Annabeth. "Just in case you're not fully healed yet. Can you stand?"

She tried, but her face turned pale again. "Ohhh. Not fully healed."

I frowned and leaned forward to feel her chest, which made Annabeth gasp. "Her ribs are broken," I say, looking up at everyone else. "Hang on ... give me a sec..."

"What are you going to do?" Percy asked me but I ignored him and closed my eyes.

Hey, Dad ... I prayed. I know we're kinda rocky at the moment, but ... you helped me save Percy, can you help me heal Annabeth too?

I didn't need to wait this time. I felt warmth spread through my fingers and I grinned when the gold wrapped around Annabeth's chest. She winced again, but the colour returned to her face. Grover watched in awe.

"You have healing powers?!" He gasped in delight.

I gave him a look, but didn't say anything. "Annabeth, keep the Fleece on still. I healed your ribs but not everything else. Clarisse, can you carry her?"

Annabeth seemed rather upset that she'd have to be carried, but she couldn't fight against Clarisse who pulled her up like a sack of flour and lugged her down the beach.

Percy arched a brow at me, "Since when could you do that?"

I found myself going a little red ... probably from exhaustion ... "Since you almost died on us after the explosion."