I was walking into the woods hunting a deer, Artemis's deer, the sacred deer.
I followed it deeper into the forest and stopped, something was wrong. I couldn't hear the deer running anymore. I heard a twig snap behind me and I slowly turned around and drew my bow.
What I saw was Luke, he was walking towards me with a smirk on his face he's had since he was 14. I tried to run, I tried to fight, I tried to at least move but couldn't, Luke came up to me and put his arms around my waist, then whispered in my ear, "I missed you."
Than he put lips on mine, I dropped my bow and brought my hands around his neck, kissing him back.
He pulled back and put his head on mine. "I love you, Thalia Grace, daughter of Zeus. I always have and I always will."
He tilted his head down and captured my lips on his agai-
I woke up in a cold sweat and shot out of my bed in my tent.
This was the fourth time this week that I had a dream about Luke. The last time I had seen him was on Mount Tamalpais. When I had to push him off the cliff, but by all the dreams I've been having something tells me he's not dead.
I got out of my tent and saw Apollo just coming out with his Sun-Chariot, or to mortals the Sun was rising.
"Hunter's! Rise!" I yelled, and then went to Artemis's tent.
"My Lady?" I asked.
No answer.
"My Lady?" I asked again, walking into her tent, I saw that she wasn't there, but I saw a note on her bedside.
I picked it up and read it, thankful that it was in Greek.
Thalia,
I was called to Olympus for a meeting; I will be back before the Sun rises tomorrow.
Good Luck,
Artemis.
I sighed and put the note back on her bedside. This was the third time she had to leave to Olympus this month.
When I walked back out I saw all the Hunter's looking at me. "Artemis was called to Olympus for another meeting. We will stay here and wait for her return."
Everyone nodded and went back to their tent or to cook breakfast.
I went back to my tent and lied on my bed, again.
I started to think about being a Hunter, being 15 for life. Never falling in love, all your friends growing old and dying, and you just staying 15...forever.
These were my thoughts when I drifted into sleep, Luke-filled sleep.
Next Time on Falling without Grace: Thalia finds out what all the dreams mean. In the worst possible way.
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