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chapter twenty-five ( sea of monsters ) ❝ too close to home! ❞
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CLAIRE WAS SCARED. They were lost in Virginia, nowhere to go. Just recently they had been attacked by some monsters at the ice cream shop after Luke had stolen some money to each get them something for Annabeth's birthday. Now they had run to the coast, having lost the monsters about fifteen miles back—or more so Thalia turned them to dust—and now they were trying to hide amongst the trees and muddy ground.
Luke and Thalia has built a camouflaged shelter for them to spend the night. They had tones of these around Florida and Virginia, stacked with supplies if they ever were to return. Each place they went, they made a new one and stayed there for a short while before they had to leave once more.
Claire and Annabeth helped when they could, gathering little sticks (well, Claire did, Annabeth had a rather natural gift in intelligence even for her age and new that small sticks weren't going to help so instead she came back with leaves) for Luke and Thalia. They were pretty experienced at this, so much that they created the shelter before sundown and spent dinner inside eating some Chinese Luke had also stolen from the deliverer.
Claire had been the first to go to bed. Having a full belly always made her sleepy, and she dozed off next to Annabeth, curled up with her little ball of light to keep her warm.
But she had a nightmare.
Luke told her that having nightmares was apart of being a demigod. They warned you of the future and guide you towards what your meant to do. But Claire didn't understand how hers warned her or guided her, all she saw were golden eyes. But it was the most scariest thing. She didn't know how golden eyes could be as scary as they were, but they made her stomach clench so hard and her lungs ached and she was sure her heart was about to throw up from her mouth.
She woke up with a small scream, where someone quickly placed their hand over her mouth to muffle it. Claire stared up into the warm blue eyes of Luke and felt herself calm down.
Claire felt tears in her eyes, and Luke let out a small sigh. When he knew that she wouldn't scream again, he pulled away his hand and helped her sit up.
"Don't cry," he told her when he notice the tears that began to slip down her rosy cheeks. "Claire, come on, you're fine, don't cry."
She closed her eyes tightly, hoping that that would stop her crying, but it wasn't any use.
She heard Luke sigh again, and the shifting of leaves and sticks followed. She felt his presence beside her, and carefully, Claire opened her eyes.
