Theo, son of.... well he hasn't got a clue.
Theo may have never have know who was until one day a scrawny 12 year old by the name of Percy Jackson showed up on the borders of the only home half dead after killing the famous Minotaur.
That day cha...
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Chapter 26
We Ride Piranha Sheep
THEO POV
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When you think of "monster island," you think of craggy rocks and bones scattered on the beach like the island of the Sirens. The Cyclops' 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 we sailed toward the shore, Annabeth breathed in the sweet air. "The Fleece," she said. I nodded. I couldn't see the Fleece yet, but I could feel its power. I could believe it would heal anything, even Thalia's poisoned tree.
"If we take it away, will the island die?" Percy asked.
Annabeth shook her head. "It'll fade. Go back to what it would normally be, whatever that is."
I felt a little guilty about ruining this paradise, but I reminded myself we had no choice. This was for Thalia. Camp Half-Blood was in trouble. And Tyson...Tyson would still be with us if it wasn't for this quest.
Several dozen sheep were milling around in the meadow at the base of the ravine. 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," I said. "We could just hike up there and take it?"
Annabeth's eyes narrowed. "There's supposed to 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.
