SUNSPEAKER, percy jackson.

00𝟓. drop dead prophet

chapter five
drop dead prophet

DINNER WAS LIKE IT TYPICALLY WAS. That night's debate was on the best song of the 70s, which Lennon thought was a pretty broad topic. It got pretty heated when Michael stated that ABBA was most definitely on the bottom of the list. Julian was quick to argue with that (Lennon would have been too, had she not been so down about Annabeth's disappearance). Their arguing even stretched to their walk back to the cabin.

It was a nice distraction though. She had told her siblings about the events that occurred on the extraction before dinner and they seemed to be doing their best to take her mind off of it.

Nico seemed to fit well with the Hermes cabin and the Hunters looked like they had the most fun that night. Lennon had also noticed Percy looking quite miserable at his table alone. Not that she was worried or cared about him, she was still mad about what he'd said earlier.

However, now Lennon is back in her bunk and pretty much passed out (the exhaustion had finally hit her). She didn't really get demigod dreams— not included the dreams as a result f her partial prophecy— but tonight seemed to be the exception.

What she saw was a dark hillside shrouded by fog. Lennon had half the mind to ignite the light in her hands but she remembered this was a dream. Odd how you could have conscious thoughts within a dream. She could see Annabeth struggling up the hill. There seemed to be ruins because broken columns of black marble were scattered across the terrain.

"Thorn!" the blonde cried. "Where are you? Why did you bring me here?" She scrambled over a section of broken wall and came to the crest of the hill. She gasped and Lennon probably would have too, if she could.

There was Luke in pain. He was crumpled on the ground, trying to rise. The dark fog was swirling around him and it seemed to be thicker. His clothes were in tatters and his face was scratched, drenched in sweat.

"Annabeth! Help me, please!" He called out.

Lennon felt no remorse for him but Annabeth didn't seem to share that sentiment, she ran forward, towards him. It physically pained Lennon to watch Annabeth run to him.

Luke had been the big brother of the camp and Lennon had even confided in him from time to time. But he had betrayed camp. Betrayed Lennon's trust and, frankly, he was dead to her.

There were tears in Annabeth's eyes and she looked like she was going to reach for his face but thought better of it. Instead, she asked, "what happened?"

"They left me here," Luke groaned. "Please, it's killing me,"

(Lennon couldn't see what was hurting him so she liked to imagine it was the weight of the many insults she would hurl at him)

"Why should I trust you?"

"You shouldn't, I've been terrible to you. But if you don't help me, I'll die,"

Seems like a pretty good deal.

The roof of darkness above crumbled onto Luke, huge black rocks falling. Annabeth rushed in just as a crack appeared, and the whole ceiling dropped. Somehow she held it all, keeping it from collapsing on her and Luke just with her own strength. Tons of rock, held up by her. It should've been impossible.

Luke rolled free, gasping. "Thanks,"

Annabeth groaned under the weight, "Help me hold it,"

Luke rose unsteadily, catching his breath. His face was coated in grime and sweat. "I knew I could count on you," He began to walk away as the darkness threatened to crush her.