The New Camper (a Percy Jackson fanfiction)

My dream

I heard the crashing of waves outside.

A blond guy who looked about nineteen was kneeling in the moonlight in front of a gold coffin.

He had blue eyes and a thin white scar arcing from the outside of his eye across his cheek.

(Luke?) I thought.

He was wearing a Greek chiton.

(Wait isn't that something girls wore?) I thought.

Luke spoke.

"Master." He said. "The plan will be in action soon."

"Do not fail me Castellan." Said a voice. It sounded like ice slashing through cold hard iron.

It was coming from the coffin.

(Kronos?)

"Never master." groveled Luke. "Our next move is in action."

"Good." Kronos growled.

"They will soon die when they leave camp dirt pile." Sneered Luke. "Their objective is too dangerous."

"You will beat them to the objective." Said Kronos.

"Yes master." Said Luke.

"And your blond friend, the girl?" Asked Kronos sharply.

"Easily fooled." Said Luke quickly.

"And the boy?"

"Consider him dead by the time he leaves camp." Sneered Luke.

"And the other one, the red haired one."

"Easy target." Said Luke. "In fact I don't think she needs to know more than this." Luke said.

He looked at me and sneered.

"In case you were wondering, the empousa was correct. Your camp will be overrun by my soldiers and you will all die."

"Pamela! Pamela!" Pamela wake up!" I heard.

I was woken up by Ethan.