Leo was having another nightmare.
This wasn't unusual for demigods, the half-blood sons and daughters of the Greek gods, but his dreams of late seemed more gory, vivid, and just plain... scary. he was in the tool shop, in the center of the fire that had killed his mom. But this time, Jason, Piper, and all the people he knew and loved were trapped behind a wall of flame, wailing for help, crying and pleading with Leo. He tried to move, but only felt a slight tingle. he looked down to see his body was made of fire, and his dream exploded with heat and pain. Leo could only watch through his haze of agony as his friends were consumed by the blaze and disintegrated into ash.
Leo sat bolt upright in his bed, sweating and shivering, his heart pounding… and on fire. Thankfully, the blankets on his bed and his pajamas were all made of the special fireproof cloth Calypso spun just for him. Leo carefully ran his hand along the metal of the technically upgraded bed. He couldn't help thinking of Charles Beckendorf, the former head counselor during the second Titan War, since this bed had belonged to him before he had died.
The metal was only warm, like slightly melted chocolate. Leo decided it would be fine and slipped out of the Hephaestus cabin, careful not to rouse his half brothers and sisters. He headed for the woods, to the one place he could think: Bunker 9, the giant workshop on the other side of a limestone wall on a cliff. The workroom would be abandoned, since only a touch of fire, Leo, would open it.
As he hiked through the greenery, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a faint light bobbing through the trees, twisting and weaving, coming toward him. Leo assumed it was another camper, out for a midnight stroll like he was. Nico di Angelo, or maybe Katie Gardener. He slowed, then turned and trudged toward the person, until the hooded figure was less than 8 feet away. The person sauntered up to Leo, then threw back the hood of his robe. Leo gasped, recognizing the human in front of him immediately. The last thing he remembered was a searing pain tearing through his skull before the world went black
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