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Her Favorite DreamIt all started with the shaking. That was how it always started.
Someone was gently shaking her shoulder, whispering her name over and over. She knew the voice and she knew who she would find standing above her if she resolved to open her eyes. The aching disappointment she would feel later, when she awoke, that tore her heart in half as easily as if it were made of flimsy paper.
She did it anyways because any glimpse of him, unreal or not, was better than nothing.
Annabeth peeled her eyes open. She peered up through her slit eyelids, felt her chest tighten; there he was, within touching distance, standing above her in all his glory.
A thought registered in the depths of her half-awake mind, and with it came surprise. He was much clearer than the image her mind usually conjured up in the dreams. She was not complaining, however, no matter how much she was sure the visualization would cost her later.
She focused on his face. A face she thought that was as beautiful as any god's, though
Percabeth Reunion: Welcome Home, Percy POVThe ship began to land slowly, the dust around it billowing was stinging my eyes. Annabeth was on that ship, and Grover, but Annabeth; The face I was craving to see, I could remember her face properly now. I could remember her properly now and I just wanted her back.
The shipped made a crashing noise as it touched down on the ground; it was huge, wood with metal strips bolted in between each plank. They threw a ladder over the side of the ship and it trailed the ground, each face I saw was familiar as it came down the steps, but no Annabeth yet. I panicked, what if she'd forgotten me? What if she'd moved on? No. She'd said she was looking for me and she was going to come down those steps any time now.
The next person to come down was Grover, he looked terrified, you see, goat hooves aren't the best for coming down ladders, he kept looking down and shouting to the deck that he was about to die. A grin came to my face, "Hey Grover!" I shouted and he whipped his he
Dreams of realityA pair of eyes;
Open and stare through the lights,
Into the darkness of doom.
And yet they smile,
Yet they smile.
A drop of tear;
Seeps through the garden of death;
Falls to the mortal soil.
Dreams and desires will blend again,
To render the roses alive.
I am floating through a vision.
Like ripples, floating through the pond of life.
Can reality be so real?
Let me drown again,
Into the silence of familiar noise.
As I wander through the lanes of reason and passion.
The flame of hope burns bright,
Drenched in the colors of freedom.
So let my dreams unravel my soul,
As darkness fades away;
And let mortality draw me closer to destiny.
As these pair of eyes,
Open to stare through the lights again.
Is this reality?
Can reality be so real?
Time passes by, as the eyes keep staring;
Staring at the distant lights;
Staring beyond the distant skies.
What do they see?
What do they long?
What do they desire?
Then the skies will break down;
White lightning striking the dreamy clouds.
Moments will tur
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