The Invisible Demigod

Claire - XIV

*Play Song*

I opened my eyes to the sound of my name.

I was laying on the ground, marble, not grass. I don't know why I expected grass. I lifted my head and saw I was in a hallway, a hallway with cobblestone walls and old fashion wood flooring. A torch made shadows flicker and dance. I rose and walked towards the end of the hallway, where a light glowed brighter then the torches.

I entered the room to see a very tall chamber. The roof was at least ten stories high, the walls were golden. Skulls and circles were carved into the golden walls, a pattern of some sort must be connected to the carvings, but I couldn't find one. I saw a throne in the center of the floor, so small compared to the size of the room.

A man sat in the throne and my breath caught in my throat. He was very handsome. His hair was blond, gleaming in the torch light. He had an air of 'handsome-without-trying'. His face was open, friendly, but at the same time forbidding and mysterious. He had high cheekbones and an amazing face. He was slightly buff and stocky, he could easily play professional football. The only thing off about him was his eyes, they were sky blue, but there was no black pupil. Just blue with a ring of white around it. I walked forwards like I was in a trance, my feet gliding over the polished wood floors. He stood and was probably just reaching six feet tall.

He opened his arms wide and I entered them like he was an old friend. He pulled me close, his large arms closing around me. I should have felt trapped, threatened, but I didn't. All I felt was happiness, a sense of belonging. He lowered his face into my hair and his warm breath tickled my scalp.

"Claire," He breathed. "At last, you've come." I tilted my head up and his lowered his face, his lips brushing my cheek. "I've been waiting." His voice was silky, calming, and full of love. Tears filled my eyes, this is what I've always wanted. To be loved, to be wanted. He skimmed his nose along my neck, a shiver running down my spine. But it was a good shiver.

His lips found the hollow in my throat, he moved his hands down to my waist, resting against my hips. I let out a shuddering breath as his lips traced a line back up my neck. His body radiated so much warmth, so much comfort that I couldn't help but melt into his touch. His mouth was now inches from mine, his eyes were staring deeply into mine. Right before our lips met, a voice jolted me awake.

"Claire, it's time to wake up."

I lay there, my blanket still tightly wrapped around me. Like the man's arms. I still could feel where his lips had touch my skin, they seemed to burn and heat flooded my cheeks. I couldn't believe I had just had a dream like that, of someone kissing me. That was something giggly girls in the Aphrodite cabin did, not hardcore daughters of Poseidon like me dreamed about.

I stretched, letting my hair fall into my face to hide my red blotches of color. I stood and joined the others by the campfire. My mind rewinded to last night, but I remembered no campfire. I must have been in shock. Nico's sleeping spot was a yard from mine, Sam's an equal distance away from the opposite side. Marry was a good three yards from everyone else. Jules-Albert was gone.

Sam handed me a plate of eggs, a chip missing from the edge. I knew it was from the crash. I shuddered and picked at my food.

"Is something wrong?" Sam asked. I shook my head.

"Didn't have a very," I swallowed. "Pleasant dream." I lied. I didn't' want to see the look on their faces if they found out about my dream.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked gently. I shook my head again.

Sam rose and walked over to a stream about a hundred feet away. I noticed he was limping. I whipped my head to Nico and saw his forearm was heavily bandaged. A little bit of blood was seeping through. I looked at Marry to see a barely starting to heal cut on her cheek.