Lahara's POV
My dream started at an ocean. I stare at the clashing waves. I see a boy with black hair and sea green eyes. Percy. He is laying washed up on the shore of what I now realized is the Long Island sound. His clothes are torn and dirty. As I get closer to him, the image changed.
I now saw the outside of our prison. I saw the ghost of Luke outside of our cage crying, yet smiling.
"I'm glad you moved on. I'll be waiting." He said. This time I could talk.
"Luke! I will find you! I promise it! on the River Styx!!!" He looked at me surprised and waved. I felt myself being carried in real life, but before I left, I ran up to Luke and kissed him sincerely. We kissed until I woke up.
I've got to fine him. I've got to.
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The Camp Struggle ( with the help of some Egyptians)
FanfictionSequel to the Warriors of Death, Lahara is trapped with her brother, her best friend, repair boy, and some dead bodies. How will she get over fer grief? Will she find a new guy? Can she bring them back?
