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None of us were anxious to travel that night, so we decided to wait until morning. Percy and Grover crashed on the leather couches in Geryon's living room, while Annabeth and I got inflatable mattresses from Eurytion, which I was thankful for.
Tyson said he was fine with his bedroll, and before we could protest, he was passed out asleep on it.
Unfortunately, I fear my dreamless sleeps were over, because I had a dream as soon as I fell asleep.
I dreamed I was with Luke, walking through the dark palace on top of Mount Tam. It was a real building now—not some half-finished illusion like I'd seen last winter. Green fires burned in braziers along the walls. The floor was polished black marble. A cold wind blew down the hallway, and above us through the open ceiling, the sky swirled with gray storm clouds.
Luke was dressed for battle. He wore camouflage pants, a white T-shirt, and a bronze breastplate, but his sword Backbiter, wasn't at his side—only an empty scabbard. We walked into a large courtyard where dozens of warriors and dracaenae were preparing for war. When they saw him, the demigods rose to attention. They beat their swords against their shields.
"Issss it time, my lord?" a dracaena asked.
"Soon," Luke promised. "Continue your work."
"My lord," a voice said behind him. A wickedly beautiful girl in a blue dress walked over to Luke. Her hair was braided down her back and her eyes flickered—sometimes brown, sometimes pure red.
This must be the empousa Percy had told me about: Kelli.
"You have a visitor," she told Luke. She stepped aside, and even Luke seemed stunned by what he saw.
The monster Kampê towered above him. Her snakes hissed around her legs. Animal heads growled at her waist. Her swords were drawn, shimmering with poison, and with her bat wings extended, she took up the entire corridor.
"You." Luke's voice sounded a little shaky. "I told you to stay on Alcatraz."
Kampê's eyelids blinked sideways like a reptile's. She spoke in the ancient language of Gaea, but this time I understood, somewhere in the back of my mind: I come to serve. Give me revenge.
"You're a jailer," Luke said. "Your job—"
I will have them dead. No one escapes me.
Luke hesitated. A line of sweat trickled down the side of his face.
"Give her what she wants, Lucas." Theia entered the room, and everyone except Kampê, Luke, and Kelli bowed down.
Theia smiled as if she enjoyed that. "You may all rise."
Luke swallowed before looking up at Kampê. "Very well. You will go with us. You may carry Ariadne's string. It is a position of great honor."
Kampê hissed at the stars. She sheathed her swords and turned, pounding down the hallway on her enormous dragon legs.
"We should have left that one in Tartarus," Luke mumbled. "She is too chaotic. Too powerful."
Kelli laughed softly. "You should not fear power, Luke. Use it!"
"Indeed," Theia said. "Kampê will be very useful. Besides, my dear brothers have spent a long while convincing her to join us once again. She was hesitant to do so until she learned she could torture the remaining Hekatonkheire we captured."
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Percy Jackson and the Olympians (Male Reader Insert)
Fanfiction(Y/N) (L/N) has been at Camp Half-Blood all of his life and yet he still has no idea who his godly parent is. However, when a boy appears at camp, (Y/N)'s world is turned upside down. The boy is special and is part of a big prophecy involving the fa...
