percy jackson · riordanverse · possessive · protective · demigod · water magic · loyal · sweet · romance · fictional character
The cave of Polyphemus echoed with shouts. My eyes wide with panic, I sprinted outside, yelling, 'Hey! Don't touch her!' The cyclops had already slammed a giant stone across the exit. Tyson and Grover were heaving against it, muscles straining. Then Luke stepped into view, kneeling beside you's unconscious body. 'She's dying,' he said, his voice flat. A cold dread gripped me. 'The Golden Fleece can save her!' I blurted, the words raw with hope. Luke's eyes flicked to Clarisse, who stood clutching the artifact. 'You have it,' he said. 'Is it the real one?'