Hey all!

So it's been a hot minute, hasn't it? Sorry for the lack of updates! I'm still working on Cold Blood, but I've been working on this as well! You can all expect an update soon! In the meantime, I've got this thing! I've been putting some effort into the plot of this story, and I think I've got a decent story idea to run with! Hope y'all enjoy, and as always, any questions will be answered in the next fic!


I don't own Percy Jackson


Chapter One: The Hunter


The cold blue fog swirled around the forest floor, slowly sweeping around the trees in snakelike patterns. An occasional drop of rain slipped towards the ground, wetting the leaves on the dirt. The top of the grass was frozen over with clear ice, the skeletal trees blanketed in frost. Up above the fog, the wind swept over the treetops, the smallest of drizzles pitter-pattering on the bark, and on the hood of a teenage boy sitting on a high branch.

Percy scanned the treetops, the overcast sky above bouncing grey-white light off his silvery-green eyes. The constant breeze ruffled his black bangs across his head. He let a breath go, the fog tumbling from his nose. His pale cheeks were tinted red by the cold, along with the tip of his nose. Fur toppled out the sleeves of his coat, and around the rim of his hood. His shoulders were slumped. His mouth was pale and cracked. Dark circles drooped under his eyes.

He sighed, glancing over to another tree. There in the distance was a bird, it's feathers black, resting on a tree. Percy stood up on his icy branch, sliding the bow from his shoulder and into his hand. He watched the tops of the trees, eying the wind in the way it rustled the twigs. He slid an arrow from the pouch on his thigh, its fletching black, the tip a small, smooth, sharp stone tied off with plant fiber. He knocked it, his fingers cold and a bit red against the string.

Percy drew the string to his chin, posture stiff, every muscle tense, his lips thin and tight. He held his breath, watching the raven. A raindrop fell on the tip of his arrow, and slid down its point. Percy squinted, gripping the bow so tightly that it shook, his knuckles pale white. He tried to force his hand to still. No good. Instead, he let go of the string, and the bow let out a cracking thwip. A second later, the arrow slapped into the bark of the tree, and the bird flew away.

Half a centimeter...

Percy watched the bird soar, before it became a small black dot in the grey sky, and then disappeared. His head dipped low, as he took a long, deep breath, eyes squinted shut. He squeezed the bow tight, before his grip loosened, and he slipped it over his shoulders. He climbed down, falling to the forest floor with hardly a sound, and made his way back to camp, head bowed, shoulders slumped, and eyes on the ground. He didn't retrieve the arrow.


Percy spotted distant campers milling around the dining pavilion as he stepped out of the forest. He leaned on a tree, and sighed, tugging his bow a little farther up his shoulder as he watched the camp wake up. The smell of fresh eggs, pancakes, bacon, sausage links, and every other breakfast food he could think of wafted on the wind. The clouds were breaking up now, and the sun was just peeking over the horizon, casting long shadows behind the trees, the campers, and the Big House in the distance. Half-melted snow glinted white in the sunlight, snaking around in the grass and perching on the branches of the trees. Thalia's, far on the distant side of camp, looked like it had gathered a good coating as well.

"I wonder if she's the one that lets in the snow every so often..." He thought. He gave a faint smile, and made his way down the hill.

The dining pavilion was sparse with campers. Most weren't up this early. Well, except for the Apollo cabin. They were always early risers, along with their father. With the winter season, there was only four of them sat together, joking amiably and sipping orange juice, as no Apollo child would be caught dead drinking apple juice when Sunny-D was around. Lee Fletcher saw Percy, and gave a wave at him, prompting a few others to spot him and do the same. Percy smiled as longing and melancholy tugged at him, and waved back.

Percy loved the Apollo cabin. The cabin really treated each other like family. They seemed to always be laughing, and full of joy and camaraderie. They also seemed to really like him as well. His thoughts drew up his dream from a few nights ago. He'd had it a few times since he'd been at camp, and it always went the same way. Slay some monster, return from some quest, do something heroic, and then a holographic image of a golden harp with an arrow through it would hover above his head. His new cabin-mates would come to welcome him into their family, and best of all, he could see the face of Apollo there, smiling with them, proud at his son.

It was something he'd never actually share with the Apollo cabin, for fear of teasing. But, he could never keep the smile off his face when one of them saw him hit a bullseye on the archery range with a look of appraisal, or when one would look over his head, as though they were expecting the claim to happen any day now. A lot of the camp thought it was nearly a done deal. Percy's best skill was archery, he wasn't too shabby at splinting a finger the two times he had to do it before he reached camp, and though he'd never tried an instrument, he was a half-decent singer. The only thing that was different was his hair, raven black compared to their sunny blonde. Though he'd take any parent, Apollo was the cabin he was hoping for.

But for the time being, he passed their table, a bit of wistfulness stirring in his stomach.

He sat with the Hermes cabin instead. There weren't any campers there yet, leaving him all alone at a foreign table. Percy sat for a bit, tracing his finger on the wood, a wave of exhausted washing over him from out of nowhere and tugging at his eyelids. He'd been pushing himself a lot this week again, trying his hardest to get his sub-par swordsmanship skills up to snuff in sword class, getting frustrated every time he hit a ten instead of a bullseye on the archery range, and getting up early so he could get a head-start on hunting monsters or wildlife in the forest. Eventually, a dryad came by, sliding a plate of breakfast in front of him.

"Water." Percy said, as his goblet filled. He got up, grabbing his plate and drink, and headed to the fire. It glared a harsh red at him, it's logs black and charred. Percy took a longing look at his breakfast, and tossed most of it in the fire, alongside half his drink, leaving just a two forkfuls of eggs, and a half piece of toast.

"Please mom... dad... whoever. Please, just give me something..."

Percy dumped back onto the table bench, and watched his water fill back to the rim. He didn't know if adding that in the sacrifice did anything. It was the value of what was being thrown in the fire that grabbed a god's notice, and since he had unlimited water, it likely didn't add much. But, any extra amount was good in his mind. He nibbled at the end of the toast, lost in thought. Then, he blinked as a pale hand placed a pair of oranges on his plate. He looked up to see a blonde teenager staring down at him with a raised brow.

"Throw any more in, and you might just have to eat the plate, Percy. You need your strength if you wanna do well in swordsmanship today." Luke Castellan said. Percy shifted a little in his seat. He tried to remember the last time he'd spoken with Luke. A week after he first came here? Something like that.

Luke was just... the perfect hero. Where Percy was barely noticed, Luke had an air of coolness around him. Where Percy was only decent with a bow, often called the coward's weapon, Luke was perfect with a sword, the choice weapon of almost every famous Greek hero. Where Percy had never once been considered for a quest, Luke stormed the garden of the Hesperides when he was seventeen, came back with a battle scar from fighting one on one with Ladon, and has always been in the talk for any quest that had been on the rumor mill since. And most of all, where Percy was unclaimed, Luke was claimed by the god Hermes, and was his favorite son. He was everything Percy wanted to be, or rather, everything Percy wasn't.

"Oh, um... thanks Luke." Percy said, trying to keep the nervousness out of his voice.

"What's got you giving away most of your breakfast?" Luke asked. Percy's mind flashed to the image of his dream, the hologram over his head, a new family welcoming him with open arms, and most of all, the face of a proud parent.

"...Nothing in particular." Percy said with a shrug. Luke looked him up and down, like he was trying to find something in his posture, or something hiding behind Percy's words. He looked like he might be about to say something. Percy really didn't want to try and explain his actions, but eventually, Luke just said:

"...Alright man. Just don't go starving yourself or anything!" Percy thought about the dinner last night, and the lunch the day before that, and elected to stop the memories from reaching his tongue.

"Uh... yeah! Definitely!" Percy said.

"Cool! See you in the arena!" Luke turned, grabbing an apple from an Aphrodite girl's plate while she wasn't looking, biting a chunk of it off through a happy smile as he walked to the arena. The cabin mates across from her whispered something, before the girl turned to look at Luke, and then joined with her group in trading giggling whispers. Percy slipped his butter knife through an orange as he watched Luke go.

His fingers drifted up to his neck, where they fiddled with the first bead on his necklace, a small golden apple on it showing Luke's quest from two years ago. He still remembered it. Percy had only been at camp a few weeks, and in Percy's third capture the flag game, Luke took down most of the Ares cabin on his own, retrieved the flag, and was claimed on the spot. Luke had already known he was Hermes' son, but the camp took it as a kind of "I'm proud of you" from the god.

Luke was given a quest that very day, and would leave by the end of the week. That Saturday morning, Percy had gone out of Cabin Eleven in the slim hours of the morning, and found a package on the doorstep with the note "for my son" lying on top of it. A pair of winged sneakers for Luke, from his father. Percy still remembered the feeling of disappointment when he realized it wasn't his own unknown parent sending him a gift. He still remembered taking the gift inside, and giving it to Luke, who seemed angry, probably at being woken up. He tried to hide it, but Percy saw. He still remembered the dream that night of a faceless, fuzzy figure telling him they were proud of him. He remembered waking up that morning, feeling like he'd never be good enough to get what Luke got.

"Yeah..." He whispered. "See ya then..."


"Well?" Clarisse asked. "Can you fix it or not?"

"This is your electric spear?" Percy asked, looking down at it. A few of the other campers around the enchanting tables watched them.

"Thought you'd remember it well, seeing how many times it's laid you out."

"Right..." Percy said. He waved a hand, strings of faint, multicolored light wrapping around it's wood, all spreading from a glowing white zeta. Zeus' letter. Maimer was quite the work of art, and gave Percy not a few ideas on some enchantments in the future. He looked up to Clarisse, and her cabinmates, who were tossing glares like throwing knives at him.

"It's a fine piece of magic..." Percy said. "Your said your father gave it to you?

"He gave it to Cabin Five. The strongest in the cabin always holds the spear." Percy nodded.

"Its enchantments are surprisingly delicate for one as... forward as your father. You don't know what happened to it?"

"Smacked it on a shield an it's current stopped." Clarisse said. "Nothing beyond that." Percy ran his hand over the wood, the swirling patterns in its grain like flowing water under his finger, the magic following its course. He felt a bump, not in the wood, but the in the flow of the magic. There, deep in its shaft. It was a fracture inside the spear, not yet noticeable on the surface."

"There's a fracture in the wood."

"Well? Fix it!"

"That's the idea. Gimme a few seconds of silence, I'll need to concentrate." Percy said with a small smile. Clarisse scowled, tapping her foot. Percy reached forward with his magic, his hand faintly glowing, a few gentle sparkles floating down from his fingers, weaving between the lines of the enchantments. Percy felt like he was playing Operator, fit with trip-lasers around his hand. The light glowed faintly on his face. Clarisse and her cabinmates watched over his shoulder.

"Lithos..." He muttered. Swirls of purple and silver light came vineing down his hand, and into the wood. The spear glowed white for a moment, and then laid still, all its enchantment lines gone. Percy held it up, walking over to one of the Ares camper's shields laying in the grass. He stomped on its edge, the shield flipping into the air. At the peak of its arc, Percy dipped the spear, just barely touching the rim of the shield. There was a flash of electric-blue light, and a loud crack that echoed down the nearby hills. The shield whipped thirty yard across the field, hitting a tree with a shower of splinters, its edge thunking half a foot deep into it's bark.

"Try not to club with it. If your sparring a camper and don't wanna hurt them, just use a regular spear or quarterstaff." He said, handing it off with a grin. She yanked it out of his grip.

"I'll do what I want with it, Prissy." She said, walking off with her cabinmates. Percy watched them go, and then got back to work on the rune stone he'd been working on with a content sigh

"That was nice of you."

Percy looked up from his work. Lou leaned on Percy's table as she smiled a kind smile at him. Percy was told she was the spitting image of her mother, Hecate, but he'd never seen the goddess to compare. Regardless, Percy talked with her every so often, both being members of the Hermes cabin, and both enjoying magic.

"Hmm?" He said.

"Fixing the spear for her. Even when she was being mean. You're a good guy, Percy."

"You don't have to lie to me, Lou"

"Thanks." He said with a friendly voice. But his eyes, he kept on his work.


Percy turned to look at the door, as Annabeth Chase stood in the doorway to Cabin Eleven with a young girl, maybe eight or nine, standing beside her. She had short, red hair, a spray of freckles across her nose, and bright green eyes. Those same eyes darted around the room at each person, and then rested firmly on her shoes. The curiosity on Percy's face was replaced by a gentle smile. He finished folding his last shirt in the laundry pile, and turned, along with most of the other campers.

"Got a new cabinmate for you." Annabeth announced.

"Claimed or undetermined?" One of the Stoll brothers asked. Percy could never tell the two of them apart.

"Undetermined." Annabeth said. Percy timed the cabin's mumbling on the dot. It was the same mumbling they gave last time a camper came in, and the time before, and when Percy himself had shown up at Cabin Eleven. Luke approached Annabeth and the girl.

"I'll get her settled in. Thanks Annabeth." He said. Annabeth blushed a bit.

"U-um... Actually Luke? The, uh... there's a meeting at the big house. Councillor's meeting, I mean." Luke winced.

"Again?" He sighed, then pointed at the little girl. "Hey, you get settled in over there, and wait. I'll be back in... an hour...?" He looked at Annabeth. She mouthed the word longer. "...Or two. Maybe an three. Either way, I'll get you settled into Cabin Eleven when I get back. For now, just make yourself at home!" He then walked out the door, leaving the poor girl standing there, not knowing what to do with herself. She clung to the straps of her backpack, and hesitantly made her way to the corner, as the cabin returned to its general buzz of conversation.

Percy watched her, remembering just how out of place he felt when he arrived. He hated how new campers got introduced. A lot of the councilors like Annabeth, Beckendorf, and even Luke to an extent were so desensitized to the world of being a half-blood that they didn't always do a good job at transitioning the newcomers. He didn't blame them for it, especially when that's the life they'd known for so long, but it still twinged something in him each time. Percy slid his pile of folded clothes into wicker basket under his bed, laid down, and started to read his instructional book on enchantments.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the girl sitting, taking the occasional brave glance up at her new cabin mates, before locking her gaze back on the floor. Percy's eyes drifted back to the runes on his book, deciphering the one for growing plantlife. A little smile spread on his face. Maybe he could pair up with Lou in enchanting tomorrow and get her thoughts on it. She always seemed happy to talk to him.

His gaze flicked back to the girl. She was clinging to the bag, likely the only bit of familiarity in the room to her. He returned back to the book, before his gaze dipped a little, not paying attention to the runes. She was nervously drumming her fingers on the bag now, her other arm wrapped around the knees drawn up to her chest. Percy sighed, and forced his eyes back on the page. What was this one? Looked like a double helix with a sigma used for an anchor to stabilize-

"Hey, new kid! What're you doing?"

The girl started, as the Stoll brothers came trotting up to the her in the corner, mischievous grins on their faces, even more so than normal for a child of Hermes. She sat, looking up at the pair as one leaned his hand on the wall, the other Stoll leaning his shoulder on the other wall, both standing over her.

"D-did I do something wrong?" She asked. Her voice was shaky, nervous.

"Hey, chill! Nothing like that! Just seeing what you were up to!"

"O-oh. Um... I..." One of the Stolls cocked an eyebrow. The girl cleared her throat. "Um... s-sitting?"

"We'll, we can see that! What we mean is, why aren't you claiming a spot for yourself, and getting the stuff out of your bag?"

"I, uh, am I supposed to?"

"Of course! Hermes cabin is gonna be your home, after all! By the way, welcome to the Hermes cabin, home of travelers, merchants, messengers, and thie-" The other Stoll bumped his brother in the ribs with his elbow. He coughed.

"...and theatrics!" his brother finished. Percy closed the book, watching the conversation.

"Um... Hermes? Who's..." The girl said.

"We can get to that later. For now, lets see what you have in this here bag, so we can help you put it all away. We can also get you a sleeping bag to-"

"Hey Travis, Connor?" Percy said from his bed. They turned his way.

"Uh... yeah Perce?"

"Forgot to tell you two. Mitchell was looking for you guys at breakfast before you showed up."

"What for?"

"Something about 'thanking you for replacing Drew's lipstick with a glue stick'? He wanted me to send you two down to the swordfighting pavilion while the Aphrodite cabin was there for a thank-you. I think they rotate here in five minutes, so you might still catch them if you're quick." The two furrowed their brow almost at the same time.

"What?" One of the Stolls said. "We didn't replace..." Percy fished a pair of drachmas out of his pocket, and started twirling them both in his right hand. He gave a pointed look at the door.

"Right." The other Stoll said. "We'll head down there now." The pair walked out the cabin with grins on their faces. Percy got up, and slid the drachmas under one of the Stoll brother's pillows as he passed it. He made his way over to the girl, who was looking at the doorway in confusion. She looked up at him. Her face carried some fear, anxiety, and lots of confusion. Percy sat down next to her, smiling a gentle, reassuring smile.

"What's your name?" He asked her, tucking the enchantment book under his hands.

"...Bailey... Bailey Price." She said.

"Mine's Percy. It's good to meet you, Bailey." She slowly returned his smile.

"Uh... Good to meet you, too."

"Where you from?"

"Queens."

"That sounds nice. I visited Queens a bit before I came to camp. I'm from Alaska myself. You live down in Queens with your family?"

"My dad, yeah... What's Alaska like?"

"Cold. Pretty dark half the year, too. Northern lights are always beautiful, though."

"I used to see them sometimes." Bailey said. "My dad would take us to Churchill falls, up in Canada. That was before they..." She trailed off.

"Before they started showing up?" Percy said. She looked up at him.

"How did you... are you one of...?" Fear crept up in her expression. Percy gave a reassuring smile, laying a hand on her shoulder.

"No. I'm not a monster." She relaxed.

"You..." She hesitated, almost like she was afraid to continue. "You see them too?"

"I do. I'm guessing here in New York, you dealt with lots of one-eyed ones?"

"Yeah... I... I thought I was crazy." She said, relief flooding her. "Dad, he wouldn't let me talk about it... I thought he was afraid I was going insane, and he would have to put me in an asylum if I kept bringing them up."

"No. Your dad knows about them too. Likely even sees them"

"How do you know?"

"...Do you know why you're here, Bailey?" Percy asked.

"No." She said, her voice small. "Sh... should I?"

"Not at all." Percy said. "Most of us don't know until we get into our teens. It's safer that way."

"What's safer?"

"Well... let's start with something easier. Do you remember anything about your mom?" Percy asked. Bailey stilled.

"...Dad doesn't let me talk about her."

"Have you ever wondered why?" Percy asked. She nodded. "It's because your mother wasn't just a regular person. She was something more."

"You know her?" She asked, a bit of hope on her face. Sympathy rolled in Percy's stomach.

"Not specifically, no. But I know what she is. Your mother is a goddess, Bailey. You're what's called a demigod." Bailey looked up at him.

"A... goddess?"

"That's right."

"Is this all just some big prank?" She asked.

"It's a bit hard to agree with, I know. Here, take a look at this." Percy handed the book over. Bailey's eyes dipped.

"I-... um.. it's hard for me to... I have dyslexia"

"I'm the same way." He said. She looked up at him. He took her hand, and placed the book in it. "Just try." He said with a gentle expression. Bailey's eyes fell on the book. Her fingers slid down the cover, and then opened it. She read the title page.

"Eph.. Epha..."

"Ephemeledes"

"Ephemeledes' Book of Sorcery… who's Ephemeledes?"

"Some old Greek scholar. That's not important. Take a second look at what you just read." She glanced down at the page again, and then blinked.

"It's... it's not in English?"

"Ancient Greek. You can read it without ever having learned, can't you?" Percy watched her gaze dip back down to the book. She turned to the first page, her eyes skimming left to right over the letters.

"...How?"

"Because you're wired for it. Ancient Greek. Your mother is a Greek goddess. I know how you must feel, hearing this. I was in your shoes not three years ago. But think for a second. You ever had things happen to you? Things you can't explain? Weird abilities pop up that you're afraid to tell others about? Do you feel stronger than most of the people around you?"

Bailey was quiet.

"You know you are special." Percy said. "Even if you don't think it's being a demigod, you know it's something, don't you?" Bailey sat quiet. "Each of us at this camp are the same. We all have ADHD and dyslexia, like you do. We all have single parents, or at least a parent and step parent, like you do. We all have these weird experiences we can't explain. Little moments where we blink and we've missed a minute, or we see people who we swear don't look right but nobody else notices. I know all that about you without you telling me, because we're all like you, Bailey. We're demigods."

"Camp Half-Blood." She said. "This... is a camp for demigods?"

"That's right. The only safe place on earth for them, where the old Greek monsters can't get us." Bailey was quiet.

"So... who's my mom then? Which Greek goddess?"

"We don't know. Not yet at least. We can sometimes make a good guess based on whatever attributes or powers a demigod demonstrates. Sometimes that can even be definitive, like if someone controlled sunlight, we'd know that was Apollo's kid. But outside that, the only way to know for sure is if you're claimed by your parent."

"Like, if they say 'this is my kid'?"

"Pretty much. They don't come to camp to do it, they just send a little message. A picture that floats above your head, usually."

"Oh... so when did your parent claim y-"

"Hey, you mind if I see that book back?" Percy asked. "It's my only copy." Bailey blinked.

"Oh... sorry, yeah."

"Oh, no. Nothing to be sorry about! But yeah, once you get claimed, you'll be put with your parent's cabin... if your parent has a cabin, that is. Some don't. Until then, though, You'll be staying in here, with the Hermes Cabin."

"Hermes... god of messengers, merchants, travelers, and theatrics?"

"Ah... not so much theatrics. He's the god of thieves. I'd watch your stuff for the first few days your here, until you get settled in." Bailey stared down at the ground, eyes confused, brow furrowed. "You okay?" Percy asked.

"Oh, yeah, I just..."

"A lot to take in, yeah?"

"Yeah..." Bailey said.

"Well, why don't we get you settled in at a spot so you can digest some of this. Don't want to overwhelm you, after all."

"I, um... I don't have a sleeping bag..."

Percy gave a kind smile.


Bailey laid in the bed that used to belong to Percy, lightly snoring, a bit of drool wetting the pillow, her hair frizzed around her head. Her backpack laid tucked under the bed. Over in the corner, Percy laid in a sleeping back, arms behind his head, eyes closed, a duffel bag of his belongings sitting slumped against the wall next to him. His chest rose and fell ever so slightly as he slept. He slept soundly, a year of resting on the floor before he got a bed having trained him well. He was content, his mind in a distant, pleasant dream.

He laid in a grassy field, moonlight on his face. He was told that most demigods didn't like the night. Monsters tended to get a bit stronger then. But Percy always loved the night. He loved the coolness riding on the wind. He loved the stars stretching over him, almost embracing him. He loved the moon looking down at him, like a guard that kept watch while its friends slept, keeping them safe and secure. He sighed a content sigh, and opened his eyes.

Silena's blue eyes met his. His head was in her lap as she sat cross-legged, her curly black hair falling down towards him, framing her face. She smiled at him, her lips pink and full, as she tilted her head, her long black eyelashes closing over her eyes as she did so. She ran her hand through his hair, the little pink beads on her wristband rolling through his strands. Percy closed his eyes again and relaxed. Silena opened her lips, and sang a slow melody, her voice light and gentle.

"Sleep, sleep, hero, now be blessed.

Soon, soon, the storms will rest.

For now, for now, sorrows will wait

But soon, pain meets you, down by-the river's straits"

Percy's brow furrowed, and he opened his eyes. Silena's face did not meet his gaze. Instead his head rested in the lap of a decayed woman, her skin ripped and dead, her hair a grey-orange, her eyes sockets empty and lifeless. He scrambled back, as the Oracle rose, green mist snaking around the two. The grass tangled around his fingers as the Oracle walked towards him, head tilted, mouth open. Her voice was no longer gentle and sweet. Now, it was raspy, shrill, and echoing.

"...See, see... the river of woe..."

The grass was curling around his hands, trapping them. He struggled, eyes wide with fear.

"...Plunge, plunge, in the depths below"

Roots tangled over his wrists and ankles, pulling him down. He ripped a hand free, only for another branch to whip up and tie around his forearm, dragging him into the dirt.

"...Farewell, farewell, to the child you know..."

The earth closed over him, pulling him down deeper and deeper. He screamed, but no sound met him. All he could hear was her voice.

"...Sorrows wait beneath you, in Hades' gates below..."

The world opened. A giant cavern met his gaze, and he began his free-fall. Percy screamed as the wind whipped his hair, his shirt swishing back and forth in the wind. He looked down, and below him was ghostly dark-blue river. As he rapidly drew closer, voices in his head got louder, calling him unloved, unwanted, worthless. Just as he was a few meters away from its churning waters, Percy's mind was overwhelmed by the voices, and he closed his eyes, a flash of freezing cold crashing into him as he hit the surface of the waves.

Percy shot up in his sleeping bag, gasping for breath. His pajama shirt was soaked through with sweat, his hair wild, his chest heaving. He looked around. The Stolls were asleep in the bunk next to him. Luke was laying down with his back to him on the other side of the bunks. He gasped for breath, wiping the sweat off his forehead. His adrenaline slowed to a crawl, and then stopped. He rubbed his eyes, and laid back in his bed.

"...Sleep..."