Clover POV

I screamed and sat straight up. My skin felt cold and I shivered in my bed. My head hurt like crazy and I was a little light headed. I rubbed my forehead with my hand and tried to remember what had happened. My mind just... Wouldn't work. I sighed and looked around. At first, I was startled.

Where was I?!

Then I remembered. I was in my room. At home. Downstairs. My walls were decorated with handouts from church, my sketches of people and... I almost screamed again.

There were pictures of people with orange shirts that read Camp Half-Blood everywhere! Some were comics. Some were sketches. Some were printed. Whatever they were, it made me want to cry but....

I had no idea why.

Then, I felt something cold against my neck. I looked down and touched a necklace. It was silver and had a circle....

My eyes widened.

I pulled my sketchbook out of my backpack and began to draw. Pictures began to fill my head, but I only focused on one. A face. When I finished, I leaned away to look at it.

It was of a boy, about my age, with curly brown hair, Hispanic skin, pointy ears, caring eyes and a mischievous smile....

THE END!!!!!

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