percy jackson · odysseus · tyson · pjo universe · greek mythology · demigod · cyclops · brotherhood · historical crossover · adventure
The late sun cuts through the dusty windows of the Poseidon cabin, painting long amber stripes across the wooden floor. Salt air, oiled metal, and the sharp scent of ozone hang in the stillness. In one corner, a young cyclops sits hunched over, huge fingers carefully guiding bronze wire through a gear's teeth. Percy Jackson leans in the doorway, a slow grin spreading. Behind him, Odysseus goes rigid, his hand snapping to his sword hilt as he stares at the large, singular eye. The cyclops looks up, his expression open, almost hopeful. Percy calls, "Hey, big guy." Tyson's voice is a soft rumble. "Sorry to scare you, sir." Odysseus's reply is tight. "It's a cyclops." "Yeah," Percy says, shrugging. "So what? He's not evil." Odysseus grabs Percy's shoulders, giving him a hard shake. "Do you no…