The Dissonant Notes Of Fate

Three

A/N: Hello, all. Here is your update! Just so you know, one of our members changed his username. He is no longer Yournormalpjofan, but _Triple_Homicide_

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It took LUKE a long time to fall asleep again.

His head was pounding and he was still feeling uneasy. He didn't understand anything which had happened in the dream but he knew he didn't want it to happen again. He had contemplated going to see Thalia, but had quickly put off that option. It was likely she was asleep already. He didn't want to bother her with his problems.

He was afraid. The way he had acted without thinking; the ease with which he had been entranced and controlled. It made his feel scared. He couldn't explain it. The sword had been calling to him. It was like he could hear a voice. In fact, it was still echoing in his ear at the moment and he was worried he was going to go insane. He had had no control. He hadn't been able to stop himself. He had heard Thalia trying to stop him, but he hadn't heeded her. That was a first.

Luke rubbed his eyes, and a yawn escaped from him. The rest of the cabin was fast asleep. The entire camp was quiet.

But one thing was for sure. He and Thalia needed to see Chiron. First thing in the morning.

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LUKE clenched his jaw, his eyes narrowing, and his lips pursing in frustration. Why did he have to have another gods-forsaken dream? Why couldn't his sleep be god-free? He did not need any new problems on his shoulders right now. He already had enough as it was.

He folded his arms, and glanced around, taking in his surroundings. And then he spotted him.

Apollo was on a dark hillside, which was clouded over with fog. It sort of reminded him of the Underworld, and he wasn't sure how to feel about that. He glanced up, his hands dropping to the sides, and stepped back with a start. The entire sky was nonexistent. It was dark, and foggy, and he couldn't see the stars. Luke guessed that they weren't even out in the open - it was probably a sort of cave or something. Old broken Greek columns of black marble were scattered around, and Luke's eyes widened in shock. He knew where they were.

And then he caught sight of her. His heart stopped beating momentarily as they dragged Artemis forward. She struggled, kicking, and flailing, and trying to escape her captors. The two cyclops held fast, and she finally seemed to realize her struggling was pointless. Luke wondered why she didn't just blast them to pieces. Then he noticed the shakes. They were restricting her power somehow. Artemis went limp in their hold.

Luke gritted his teeth. He wanted to move. He wanted to help her. But he couldn't. He was rooted to the spot. The son of Hermes watched, with a mixture of disappointment, and shame - that he could do nothing but watch - as the goddess of the hunt was taken next to her brother. And that was when Luke realized the severity of the situation. Artemis and Apollo were captured. The twin archers were out of the game. She had left to hunt down an ancient powerful monster, but she had been snatched up by the titans instead. This was bad. He tried to take a step forward, but again, found he couldn't. He was stuck.

When the gust of wind blew in, Luke was startled for the millionth time that day. Or rather, night. A man, well-built, with dark sandy blond hair, and silverish-gold eyes, was carrying a sort of load in his hand. He was the one who had brought in the air. Behind him, huge, and sharp-looking golden wings sprouted, supporting him and making him stay afloat. They had a wingspan of about ten feet, and Luke looked on in awe. There was a quiver slung over his shoulder, and a bow accompanying it.