𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫 🪐

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- the dreamer. ִ ࣪𖤐◞ ꙳ ๋࣭ ⭑ '

I had that exact dream today.
The one of the beach, with that blonde boy.
The voice boomed in my head, making my skull vibrate.
I felt it almost shake me awake.
I shifted in my bed, the moonlight hitting my eyes directly.
I groaned out loud and pushed the covers off my body.
I trudged to my door and slid on my slippers.
I walked to the bathrooms, glancing around.
I truly only knew a few people at this camp, but they didn't know me.
Does that sound weird? It's not.
I'm not quite sure how I know these people, but I do.
Clarisse, just hearing her name made me shudder. She is probably the reason why I never want to leave my cabin.

When I first arrived to camp, I knew nobody. I was shy, tired and confused.
I had found my own way to Camp Half-Blood, while running from a monster I can't seem to remember.
My first night, I travelled to a few peoples dreams.
Specifically to Clarisse's.
I didn't even know her, or that it was her dream.
We were playing capture the flag, and she lost.
To me.
She was running towards me with her spear. Her real emotions had been so strong that I managed to figure out her face.
I saw Clarisse, I was terrified and jumped awake before she could attack.
In the morning, she immediately recognized me.
I knew she would, so I avoided her at all costs.
Until capture the flag, where she decided to unleash all of her pent up anger.
I felt like I was in the dream,
she wasn't charging at me though,
she was walking slowly.
It was even more terrifying knowing I couldn't just jump to another dream.
She smashed her spear into my shoulder,
It cracked and dislocated my shoulder blade.
She then slashed against my stomach, leaving a large, pinching scar.
The scar on my shoulder was smaller of course, but more severe and deep.

I can heal way faster in my sleep, the wounds practically fade in seconds.

But, maybe due to its godly powers, the scars of the spear stayed.

I also knew who Grover Underwood was.
He had saved a few kids at this camp.
Like... Luke and Annabeth.
As well as Thalia. My first, and only, "friend."
Well, I wouldn't say she was much of a friend. She was the only one who truly wanted to welcome me to camp.

I made it to the bathroom but before I could even walk in there, suddenly, a sputtering and furious looking Are's cabin kid flew out of the bathroom.
A giant water tentacle pushing him out.

I blinked and rubbed my eyes.

To be honest, this really wasn't the weirdest thing I've seen at this camp.

I stood in the doorway, leaning on the frame.
I crossed my arms and watched as Clarisse stormed out of the bathroom. Her clothes and hair were sopping wet.

She noticed me and smirked, it sent a small
shiver down my spine.
She shoved me, her wet shirt leaving a trail of water on my upper arm.

There was a boy, who was perfectly dry I should add, and out of breath.
He looked at me and flinched.

"I can explain."
He said, his voice squeaked slightly.

"I don't think you can."
I responded slowly, examining the bathroom door that had been broken down completely.

"Okay...
Hey wait, I know you.."
He said, his voice was thick yet high.

I blinked. "No you don't"

"Yes I do..? Your face is really familiar."
He said, pointing at me slightly.

I shook my head, "Well, your face isn't."
I blinked and pushed my hair behind my ear.
"No offense of course."

He gave me a weird look. But shook his head slightly.
"No, I know you. You're that girl at that beach... "

Oh? "What beach? I've never even been to a beach?"

"Oh, uhm.. No sorry- I mean, wrong person I guess"

Woah. Okay. Hold on.
I nodded very slightly and looked away slightly.

"I'll see you later, Water Boy."
I heard a small sound from him as I walked back to my cabin.

I know exactly who he is.

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