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Chapter 4: The Plain of Memories

AN: I thought I'd rewrite this chapter. The original wasnt as emotional as I wanted.

New ones are on their way

:)

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Percy POV:

Everyone had been distraught after Luke turned. Nobody took it well. Grover would eat hundreds of cans every time the subject was brought up. Chiron didn't come to meals or speak at campfires anymore. And the rare times he did it was always with a disappointed scowl...as if someone had just killed his favorite puppy...on second thought, maybe that's how it felt.

But, the person it hit the hardest was Annabeth. She wouldn't talk to me anymore. She wouldn't talk to anybody anymore. There were only two things she would do: During the day she would always grab her bow, 6 in the morning every day. The same routine every time as well. Nine shots from 10 yards away, one shot from 25 yards away, another from 50, and she would always try one from 90 but she never could get the bullseye.

I'd tried to ask her but I was only met with silence and a stare out into the air above before she would walk away.

At night she would sit on the edge of the dock. I couldn't tell what she was looking at most of the time, but she seemed to be talking to something, but no one was seated next to her. The air carried away her voice but I could see her lips moving as she looked at the night sky.

And that was the routine. Every day it would be the same, and every day it scared me a little more. Then, the time came when she broke the cycle. I should've known it wasn't gonna be a good day just from the start.

I had tossed and turned for hours. I wasn't completely unacquainted with these nights. It was always the image of him falling that kept me up, always thinking through everything that I could've changed. Run faster or...take the shoes and throw them into an incinerator. Hades, I would rather wear those cursed shoes than hear only the ghost of his laugh.

I guess that's what he was now. A ghost on the other side of the tracks.

That dream had never sat well with me. It was too vivid--how the kid changed into him. I couldn't get a good look at the kid before, but from what I could tell he had pale skin, but maybe that was just the moonlight behind--

BEEP! BEEP! The six o'clock alarm made me jolt up.

"Already?" My hand slammed on it, turning it off. "Guess it's just my lucky month."

I stood up and got dressed, before quickly running out of the cabin, only just getting the Camp Half-Blood shirt over my head before I ran through the door.

I couldn't miss the moon.

I guess...after him, it brought a new meaning.

Typically, the moon would never be out this early, but this entire month it had. The moon was always out, was always full, and was always bright. At some points even being brighter than the sun. Apollo couldn't've been happy about not being in the spotlight, but maybe he allowed it after what his sister was going through.

And hanging above the Archery range the silver satellite sat, almost overlooking the space. Man, if only--

"Alright, Percy, enough thinking about him." I scolded myself. "You'll only make it worse."

But the longer I looked at the Archery Range the more it looked like something was off...or missing.

"Where's Annabeth?"

I checked The Ring, checked the Archery Range, checked the dock, she wouldn't be asleep. None of us could get a good night's sleep this month. What does that leave?