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 27
I Possess Sheep
Theo POV
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"I got Nobody!" Polyphemus gloated.
We 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.
Annabeth was hanging upside down by her legs." Hah!" the Cyclops said. "Nasty invisible girl! Already got a 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 tried to rush forward, spear in hand but the others pulled me back.
"I kill you!" shouting was all that I could do while struggling in the arms of my friends.
"We need to get Annabeth free first, dude", Percy reasoned.
"Fine, I'll rush him," I whispered. "Get to the ship; it's around the back of the island. You, Clarisse and Grover-"
"No way," they said at the same time.
Percy was holding Riptide, of course. 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.
"We'll take him together," Clarisse growled.
"Yeah," Grover said. Then he blinked like he couldn't believe he'd just agreed with Clarisse about something.
"All right," I said. "Attack plan Macedonia."
They nodded. We'd all taken the same training courses at Camp Half-Blood. They knew what I was talking about. They would sneak around either side and attack the Cyclops from the flanks while I held his attention in the front.
