ʏօʊռɢ ɮʟօօɖ ♆ 𝗣. 𝗝𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗦𝗢𝗡

♆ 𝗜. 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗔 𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧

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CHICAGO, ILLINOIS

MAY 2006

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I groan as I wake up, the bed underneath me creaking. Wait, my bunk doesn't creak.

My eyes shoot open as I sit up quickly on the bed. The edges of my vision are hazy, but I can tell it's not a nightmare but a vision. I blink a couple of times to clear my eyes, and the sight before me is something I could not have imagined in a million years.

Sam and Dad are in a tight embrace while Dean stands off to the side, looking at them with an unreadable expression. I stand up from the bed and stand next to Dean. He's injured, favoring one side with a cut near his eyebrow. Once Sam and Dad pulled away from the hug, I gasped slightly before my jaw clenched. I saw three claw marks slashed on his cheek, still bleeding.

Dad went to say something but was suddenly thrown backward, hitting the cabinets hard. Then Sam was attacked, and Dean screamed out before he was thrown backward as well.
Everything was happening so quickly. Their pain-filled screams were deafening, and all I could do was stand there, rooted in my spot, doing nothing. I watched on in tears as I saw my family get attacked by this shadow monster. Then I see Sam make his way to the bag of weapons near my feet and grab a flare from the bag.

"Shut your eyes!" He yells. "These things are shadow demons, so let's light 'em up!" He lights the flare, and the room is covered in a bright light, and smoke fills the room. The shadow demon vanishes, and as the light dies down, I can see them trying to maneuver around the room and find one another.

They all eventually find one another and head out of the motel room. The door slammed with a loud bang.

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LONG ISLAND, NEW YORK

MAY 2006

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A LOUD STRIKE OF LIGHTING made me jolt out of my nightmare, being as loud as the motel door closing on me. Sweat coats my skin, making me kick off the thin blanket I had on for nights like these. My cheeks were wet, and I cursed under my breath as I wiped them away. I hated it when this happened.

I could hear the rain pattering on the cabin window. Weird, it doesn't rain at camp. I know I couldn't swim in the lake now, but that doesn't mean I couldn't go out and look at it on the dock. I didn't care about being soaked, having learned the drying charm quickly from the grimoire Mom gave me.

I slowly get out of bed, casting the silencing charm so I wouldn't wake anyone up, and pet the top of Sully's head, letting him know he should stay indoors. He didn't react and kept sleeping at the end of my bed.

I quickly left the cabin, but the rain had stopped. I could feel my eyebrows furrow in confusion as I exited. I heard a commotion coming from the Big House and swiftly made my way over there to see Grover being dragged by a boy and collapsing on the porch. Chiron and Annabeth were standing near them, and as I drew closer, I could hear their voices.

"He's the one. He must be." Annabeth insists, making my eyes roll slightly. Ever since she told me about the 'Great Prophecy,' she's had her eyes on each unclaimed camper that could be the 'one' who fulfills it. That would explain why she would glare daggers at me when I first came to camp.