Percy Jackson: Sea of Monsters Page #6

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figure out how to get the Fleece off of him.

So, did you?

Do you think I'd still be

dressed like this if I did?

It's a good look.

Thanks, Tyson.

Clopsies, how about I cook you

something to drink...

to calm your nerves?

I don't know what to do anymore.

Go! Go!

This fleece used to lure satyrs

every day.

Now things are so bad,

I even had to eat my own sheep.

The whole flock!

They were tender, though.

Drop me, and I promise

you'll never hear the end of it.

Do you smell something?

Smells like half-bloods!

Half-bloods!

- Get up, quick!

- I was right!

You stay right there!

Woman, get a fire going!

That's not good!

On second thought...

I'll just eat you raw!

Hey!

Hiya!

My name's Tyson. How are you?

These guys are my friends...

so I was hoping, maybe, we could talk.

You know, Cyclops to Cyclops.

You pissant with one eye!

Hey! Not nice!

You're no Cyclops!

You're a traitor to your kind!

To be honest...

Huh? What?

He's my kind.

You disgust me.

Going somewhere?

I think you've got something of mine.

Annabeth!

Clarissa!

Get back here, you punk!

Yo, Clopsies!

'Quit!

Wait, you're a dude?

Well, that explains a lot.

-say goodbye.

.Okay. Goodbye!

You deceitful little brats!

I'll tear off your flesh!

Come on! Go, go!

Give me that fleece!

You're dead!

I'm gonna kill all of you!

Do you hear me?

Get back here!

We rocked that quest.

Yeah, we totally did.

I didn't know you guys had it in you!

Yes.

Well done.

It's nice work. I really appreciate it.

I'll take that.

I don't think so.

Suit yourself.

You'd do it for me.

No!

Just remember...

it didn't have to end this way.

This one's on you.

Down, boy!

You should consider yourselves lucky.

This has been millennia in the making.

And you all get to see it.

You used to be one of us!

And then I woke up.

Percy, if Kronos comes back, that's it.

Game over.

Percy.

I never called him "brother."

All he ever wanted was a brother...

but I was too wrapped up in myself.

And now Luke has the Fleece...

because I gave it to him.

I destroy Olympus,

just like the Oracle said.

Forget the Oracle.

You're worried about your destiny?

Then write a new one.

You're angry at Poseidon for ignoring you?

Then show him why he shouldn't.

You're upset about Tyson?

Then make sure

he didn't die for nothing.

She's right.

What?

There's no way

you're getting me to repeat that.

What Annabeth is saying, Perce...

is that we're with you.

Just give the word.

Why me?

I mean, who voted me leader?

Lord Kronos,

he who was betrayed by his sons...

hear now the words

of one betrayed by his father.

I bid you... rise.

Grover!

Hands.

Try not to cut them off.

I'm pretty attached to them.

I have to get to the Fleece.

So, what are we supposed to do?

Right.

I know you can breathe under water,

Jackson.

But can you breathe like this?

Hi, Brother!

What the--?

The water.

It healed me.

Son of Poseidon.

Thank you...

Brother.

He rises.

Master!

I brought you back!

My Lord!

It's Luke!

Luke Castellan!

Your great-grandson!

My favorite.

Grover!

It's the cursed blade!

"...cursed blade shall reap."

You want to know

who gave me this sword?

The god that killed you with it

in the first place!

My father.

Percy Jackson...

your destiny was written long ago.

No!

I make my own destiny.

Half-blood!

Just in time for dinner.

Thanks, Dad.

Percy.

Annabeth!

Grover!

Annabeth!

No, no!

At least I'll be with Thalia in Elysium.

Come here. Give me the Fleece!

Come on! Come on.

Come on.

We make our own destinies, right?

So show me.

I have faith in you.

No, no. Come on, show me.

Show me.

Come on.

Annie.

What happened?

Don't worry about it.

If anyone else wants to die tonight...

at least we have this.

Hey. You're alive.

Yeah.

What you did for Percy...

that was not so vicious and dangerous.

Thanks.

No.

Thank you.

You know what, Tyson?

I know a lot of campers with two eyes

who couldn't do what you did.

- Hey, Clarissa.

- What?

Come on, big guy.

We get back to camp, the nectar's on me.

Have you met the nymphs?

This was your quest.

I couldn't have done it without you.

I think you should

be the one who gets to...

...do the honors.

Here you go, Thalia.

Clarissa! Clarissa! Clarissa!

Nectar?

If you haven't had...

...you haven't lived.

You know what?

You don't need these anymore.

There, that's better.

You seem happy.

I'm just relieved to have that whole

prophecy thing off my shoulders.

I'm not altogether sure it is, Percy.

You've done wonderfully, but you are

still the only living human child...

of Poseidon, Hades, or Zeus.

Besides...

it's quite possible

the Oracle wasn't referring

to what would unfold

on Polyphemus' island.

I'm just saying, a lot can happen

between now and your 20th birthday.

That's not really what I meant.

What I meant was

finding out you have a destiny...

is a lot like finding out you have

a half-brother who's a Cyclops.

It might not be as bad as you think.

Percy! Percy!

Percy!

Annabeth was guarding the tree

last night...

and something happened.

Percy.

- The Fleece!

- What happened?

It was even more powerful

than we thought.

Come on, help her.

Who are you?

Percy.

Everything's all right, it's okay.

I had the strangest dream.

Yeah?

Like I was dying.

What's your name?

I'm Thalia, daughter of Zeus.

Another living child of the eldest gods.

Maybe it wasn't me.

Maybe the Oracle meant Thalia all along.

Could she be our salvation?

Or the cause of our destruction?

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