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DEMIGOD DREAMS were terrible as it is; add to that that Endora sometimes dreams about other people's dreams and nightmares. How is that possible? She has no idea. Sometimes she doesn't mind. Call her a gossiper, but she likes to hear what is going on. But now? She wanted to wake the fuck up from this nightmare.
Annabeth was on a dark hillside, shrouded in fog. It almost seemed like the Underworld, because Endora immediately felt claustrophobic and she couldn't see the sky above ─ just a close, heavy darkness, as if she was in a cave. Annabeth struggled up the hill. Old broken Greek columns of black marble were scattered around, as though something had blasted a huge building to rums.
"Thorn!" Annabeth cried. "Where are you? Why did you bring me here?"
She scrambled over a section of broken wall and came to the crest of the hill. She gasped. There was Luke. And he was in pain. He was crumpled on the rocky ground, trying to rise. The blackness seemed to be thicker around him, fog swirling hungrily. His clothes were in tatters and his face was scratched and drenched with sweat.
"Annabeth!" he called. "Help me! Please!"
She ran forward. Endora wished she could yell and scream in her dreams for the girl to hear her, but she knew it was pointless.
Annabeth had tears in her eyes. She reached down like she wanted to touch Luke's face, but at the last second she hesitated.
"What happened?" she asked.
"They left me here," Luke groaned. "Please. It's killing me."
Endora couldn't see what was wrong with him. He seemed to be struggling against some invisible curse, as though the fog were squeezing him to death.
"Why should I trust you?" Annabeth asked. Her voice was filled with hurt.
You shouldn't. Endora wanted to scream, Let him die!
"You shouldn't," Luke said. "I've been terrible to you. But if you don't help me, I'll die."
Then the darkness above Luke began to crumble, like a cavern roof in an earthquake. Huge chunks of black rock began falling. Annabeth rushed in just as a crack appeared, and the whole ceiling dropped. She held it somehow ─ tons of rock. She kept it from collapsing on her and Luke just with her own strength. It was impossible. She shouldn't have been able to do that.
Luke rolled free, gasping. "Thanks," he managed.
"Help me hold it," Annabeth groaned.
Luke caught his breath. His face was covered in grime and sweat. He rose unsteadily. "I knew I could count on you." he began to walk away as the trembling blackness threatened to crush Annabeth.
