THIS IS ME TRYING

21: A Fresh Start, Almost

[SEASON 2]

HER EYES shot open, her breathing fast and heavy for a moment as she gathered her surroundings. Her bedroom, dark and messy. The candle beside her bed had melted completely, a pile of wax was all that was leftover... she had forgot to blow it out, again, after staying up to practice her magic. She had been trying to advance her use of magic over the year, so Sally found her a set of books. The writing was in Ancient Greek, which made it easier for the girl to read the words since her dyslexia seemed to be hardwired into the language. So, every night, She practiced until she was exhausted.

Water.
That was the word that was stuck in Luna's mind; she couldn't shake the weird feeling away. Luna had been having the same dreams... more like visions, every single night. It was the same vision repeatedly: dark, rocky, waves, more waves, and an impending sense of danger. Luna sensed from her vision a feeling of being lost... she didn't know why. That was it. Every night.

"Luna!"
She heard her name being called and, by the tone, Luna knew that Sally had already tried calling her a hundred times.

She read her alarm clock...
3031:7512
She blinked tightly, reading it again...
7:05AM

Sometimes her dyslexia was worse when she was tired, so she didn't think anything of the weird numbers displaying on her clock. Luna rolled out of bed, getting dressed into jeans and a shirt before slipping on her red converse— the brown paint smudges were staining them, even after Luna tried to desperately wash it out. Her reminder of Clarisse; it made her annoyed. She had been thinking about Clarisse a lot and she hated it, but Luna blamed her lack of sleep over the past months. She wanted to go back to Camp Half-Blood with a new sense of control, trying to make a new reputation for herself... instead of being called Witch-Bitch. She already felt different in school, so Luna wanted Camp to be different this year.

Clumsily, Luna tripped over an object that was left in the hallway outside her door. She groaned irritatedly, picking the strange object up and inspecting it as she strolled into the kitchen. She fiddled with the device, which had a spinning spoon on the top of it, almost pointing to a certain direction,

"What's this?"

"A compass."

Tyson was a once-homeless Cyclops that Sally had offered shelter to, and he had been living them ever since. Luna didn't mind. She was curious about his singular eye in the centre of his head for a while, but Tyson seemed to be harmless. He looked dangerous at first, but the boy wouldn't hurt a fly. Having Tyson around actually seemed to better Luna as a person— instead of being cautious to trust him because of his looks, the girl decided to think for a long while. However, it took Percy longer to properly see through the mist... he believed Tyson was a regular boy for months before Luna had to point it out. Percy was so oblivious. It surprised Luna how quickly she could manipulate the mist to see Tyson's true form but, then again, being the daughter of Hecate was probably the explanation for that.

"So I don't get lost." Tyson smiled.

Lost. Luna was reminded of the feeling her vision gave her. She was told never to ignore her feelings because, one way or another, she was always right.

Luna placed his creation carefully onto the table in front of him, before sitting down beside him, "When will you get lost? You're with me and Percy."

Tyson's cheeks flushed pink in appreciation, "Thank you."

"Don't leave it on the floor, either. Nearly broke it." Luna explained, before averting her eyes toward Sally, who was making breakfast in the kitchen, "Morning."