Rewriting to improve writing.
"Gods are born out of the need of humans but they shall die at the hands of the ones they've wronged."
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The world of demigods has never been a safe one, plagued by monsters, the wrath of gods, and the impending d...
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You respect a person who leads you with a gentle hand, you fear a person who's hand holds a whip that strikes your back. When the time is right, there is only one kind of hand which is handed flowers, while the other is broken and mangled.
༺♥༻ Tw- None, but don't go stealing stuff kids!!! Song- I will follow you into the dark- Death Cab for Cutie.
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Demigods have always had the most insane dreams to cope with their reality, ranging from simple dreams of monsters doing the Macarena on Earth to horrific, graphic manifestations that would cause them to sit up crying or gasping for air. Luke was no different.
Usually, he had dreams of Thalia or of the time when he was out in the world on his own. When Kronos had started to manifest into his dreams, he had dreams of the oversized boulder, but now he just had dreams of his subconscious-mostly in Annabeth's voice-telling him how terrible he was for being himself.
Today was different.
He woke up in a grassy land, his hand immediately moving to his belt to see if he had his sword on him. You can't blame the poor boy; he had fallen asleep after smoking marijuana. Was he having a high dream? It was possible, even though he hadn't ever been this high consciously; he hadn't had the peace of mind. As his hand touched his naked waist, his body seemed to go cold. He was naked.
Other than the cloth around his groin, he was basically naked. It wasn't in the top 10 things to dream about on his list of dreams, and he had some very bad things to dream about.
As he looked around, he slowly stood straight, his hand raising to block the sun a little. The place looked like a garden, with walls high enough to block his view of the outside world. The trees all around swayed a little due to the wind, which was almost eerily normal.
"..."
"Looking around for something?"
Luke spun around, expecting some kind of monster to be there. Or worse. A dragon who somehow wanted his missing teeth back because he didn't like the free dental surgery he once gave him. It wasn't what he had expected to see.
The person was larger, taller than him. Something around the height of a humanoid, Luke's head barely reaching the man's lower ribs. His body was covered in a dark black suit, the blood-red tie hanging down the center of his chest bearing a disturbing texture that looked like it was moving-alive.
The man's face was unstable, or it was just Luke's mind retracting the image to save him from the horrific idea. His feet moved backwards to increase the distance between him and this man whose height reminded him disturbingly of some Titan.
"You're in my dream, who are you?" he demanded to know, to which the man chuckled and crossed his arms over his chest. Luke got to see his hands covered in black gloves, which twitched like he was holding himself back.
