Dreams, Yaks, and nothing but slack

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Chiron had insisted we talk about it in the morning, which was kind of like, "Hey, your life's in mortal danger. Sleep tight!" It was hard to fall asleep, but when I did, I dreamed of Luke's ship...



The waves tossed the ship, making it rock, almost threatening to knock those on the top deck overboard. Luke sat on the leather couch in his war room, the war table littered with books and maps. Backbiter, his sword lay on the coffee table in front of the couch. The cruel blade forged by Kronos, designed to kill mortal, demigod, and immortal alike...

"It bothers you?" A voice asked.

It wasn't Luke's voice. And he sat still, deep in thought.

"A blade to bring a war between all." The voice continued. It didn't sound like Kronos..it was deep, filled with evil..but it was...feminine...a woman. "It calls to you."

"It's an abomination. It should never have been created." I replied.

"Pick it up."

I now stood in front of the coffee table, like it had been moved to me. I looked down at the sword, its double blade glinted in the lights. It was a weapon that could kill all...It should be destroyed...

"Pick it up, girl." The woman instructed, her voice as cruel and cold as Kronos.

My hand moved without order, reaching for the hilt. "No..Stop this." I said, but my fingers clawed for the leather-wrapped hilt. My hand ached to feel the weight of the sword, the power that it could hold.

"You are an obedient pet," The female spoke, her voice like fire smoke around me. Invisible but a faint haze. 

"I am not a pet and no tool of Kronos," I stated, spinning around, backbiter held firm in my hand.

The woman chuckled from the vail beyond my eyes. "Believe what you must, girl. But I know what your heart wants."

Luke stood from the couch and walked towards the windows that overlooked the waves that crashed against the side of the yacht. He was tired, broken, derailed... The bags under his eyes were dark, the scar on his cheek was redder, and his eyes...

his eyes...

eyes...

ey-

"Wake up!"

I jolted up, frantically looking around. The Apollo cabin was empty, the beds unmade... 

odd...

I slid from my blankets and stretched, letting my feet hit the cold marble floor, I stood, pulling a pair of sneakers on and walking towards the cabin's doors. I flung them open and stopped in my tracks.

Outside the air was thick with smoke and the smell of war. The strawberry fields were ablaze with fire, the pegasus stables were loud with the sound of panicked whinnies and neighs. Will ran past me, grabbing my arm and dragging me behind him.

"Will what happened?!" I yelled over the sounds of screamed and sword clangs.

"He did it. He made it through the Labyrinth." He huffed out then turned to me, grabbing me by the shoulders. "Skye, listen to me."

"What do you mean he-"

"Listen to me!" Will sounded panicked as he searched my face, almost looking like he was memorizing every freckle placement. "Run. Leave Skye."

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