Salle | Morning | Thursday | June 30

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Percy hadn't been able to shake the bad feeling he'd had ever since Luke had left. There was just somethings stirring in the pit of his stomach that was telling him that Luke's trip home wasn't just a normal trip home. He tried to ignore it, forget about it, and trust that this Luke wasn't his Luke but it was getting harder and harder as the days passed. He couldn't really talk to Grover about it and he definitely couldn't mention it to Annabeth so instead, he was down in the salle, trying to stab the hell out of a practice dummy.

If all of this crap lately was doing anything, it was improving his work with Riptide. He was quicker, sharper and he even thought he could take Luke right now if the other boy happened to stride in, all cocky and self assured. Really though, Percy would have liked Luke to just appear and help him get rid of this stupid feeling.

But, Luke didn't show up and Percy was starting to work up a good sweat while he went through his exercises. He would have thought his focus would be shot to hell but hey, apparently it was fine tuned and aimed straight ahead.

The bad feeling was still there though.

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