𝗚𝗢𝗟𝗗𝗘𝗡 𝗣𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗟 . . . 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗖𝗬 𝗝𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗦𝗢𝗡 [𝟭]

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0.09 the dreams about percy jackson
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the way back was quiet.

well; it was to be expected after everything that had occurred. [name]'s mind kept going back to the look percy gave her before he ... not before he died, just before he disappeared.

he couldn't be dead, [name] had to remind herself the whole way back.

she and annabeth were able to make it back to hephaestus, who didnt mention the lack of people with them; and send his automatons to help them make their way back to camp.

coming out of zeus's fist without half of their group—especially without percy—was hard.

charles beckendorf who was outside the rock with his cabin mates alerted chrion right away and the horse guy came running—or you can say galloping to them.

the questions were hard to answer, well not really hard but the two girls were experiencing to much shock to say anything. so chrion assumed the worse and let them off.

[name] mumbled a goodbye to annabeth and walked back to her cabin with her head held low. conner and travis stroll came running out of the cabin when she near and immediately beginning checking on her.

"i'm fine, guys." she told them with a small smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

travis frowned. "[name] ... we heard what happened. i'm —"

[name] cut him off ,"he's not dead travis." she stated with zero hesitation.

[name] wasn't sure about a lot of things, but there was one thing she was confident about.

the fact that percy jackson was not dead.

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when name fell asleep at night, with strangely cold cheeks and wet eyelashes; she opened her eyes to a cave.

the ceiling glittered with different-colour crystal formations – white and purple and green, like she was inside one of those cut geodes you see in souvenir shops.

[name] felt strange. she didn't feel really there. was this those type of demigod dreams?

or was it something more?

what's going on? [name] questioned herself.

then she saw him, he was laid on a comfortable bed with feather pillows and white cotton sheets.

it was percy jackson.

the cave was divided into sections by white silk curtains.

against one wall stood a large loom and a harp. against the other wall were shelves neatly stacked with jars of fruit preserves.