Camp Half-Blood appeared before me. But this time, it was not sunny; it was not an idyllic paradise. There was a dark cloud over the place. I was drawn forward with no control over my own moments to stand at the edge of a crowd. All of camp was gathered around the campfire, but nobody was speaking. Smoke was flying into the Long Island sky like a signal to the Gods.
They were burning a shroud.
I didn't need to squint to see the blue cloth. To look for specific people that might give me a hint as to who it was. It was Percy Jackson. I knew it inherently.
He had died.
I know Lucas had said he was in the Labyrinth. I did not know he had died. Even though I didn't know him, he was the camp's hero, him and Annabeth Chase. I couldn't believe he was dead. He had only been, what? 15?
My age.
"This is what happens, child, when you work for the wrong people."
I turned to see the woman. She was as pale as always, her silvery hair draped down on her shoulders. She wore a lose white slip that pooled around her ankles, and her hands were clasped together. She looked solemn, and for once I believed her.
"Percy..." I shook my head, incredulous. "Percy was a traitor?"
She sighed, and I took this as a confirmation.
"It's sad," said the woman. "That some kids make such bad decisions. He could've been so good on our side."
"I thought he was."
"I thought he would've been, too." The woman pressed her tongue against the inside of her cheek, and somehow it looked woefully elegant on her. "But in the end, Luke could not get through to him."
It took me a minute to understand what she was saying.
I stepped back, nearly tripping. She looked at me finally, her starry eyes meeting mine, and smiled only a little bit.
"You're-" I shook my head. "You're a titan."
"Child, you've never trusted me. I don't know why you're so surprised."
I fell, suddenly, like I had indeed tripped. But I don't even remembering moving again. Then, the woman was there, pulling me to my feet. I tried to get away, but she had me tight. She smelled like the sky.
"If it makes you feel better," she said, "You are not the only one to see me, and you will not be the last."
I swallowed, trying not to hyperventilate-
Then she pulled me into her satin grasp, and I woke, thrashing. There was no satin; there was only Amtrak seats.
And Percy Jackson was dead.
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Lucas, Mythology, and the Quest for Silver | DoS #2
Fanfiction[ the second book in the drops of sunshine series ] As much as she ended up loving her first one, AJ Hood never wanted to go on another quest. But somehow, she ended up on one anyway. And this time, it's not going to have a pretty ending... but at...
