The Impossibles and the Misty Bay (Book One of the Impossibles Trilogy)

Chapter One: The Dream

Chapter One: The Dream

Jessica slammed her hand onto the long wooden table with such force, the meeting room shook. "No," she demanded through grit teeth, "I will not allow this! It's absurd!"

"You must let us go, Jess. We can do this," a young girl with blonde hair and large chocolate eyes insisted.

"And at what cost, Elizabeth, your lives? I cannot allow you to take such risks."

"You're being selfish, sis. It's for the good of everyone and you know that," a boy much like Jessica rolled his eyes patronizingly.

Jessica cringed at the nickname, but directed her attention towards Elizabeth. Her blue eyes were filled with hurt and worry as she pleaded, "Please. I can't lose you too."

The campers gasped. Jessica? Showing weakness? Something had to be wrong. Elizabeth gazed back at Jessica with the same amount of concern, her eyes losing their normal sparkle. "You won't," she promised. "We'll be back before you know it." She put on a brave smile and turned towards her companions."Henry? Jake? You ready to save the camp?"

Jake nodded, but Henry laughed nervously. "You mean the world? Heh, ready as I'll ever be." 

With a gasp, Jake awoke.

Blinking until the log ceiling came into focus, he took four deep breaths, steadying his shaky hands. He was covered in a cold sweat, panting as if he'd been running for miles. 

"Oh, no. No, no, no, no, NO! This isn't happening! Dammit!" He cursed, throwing his small green pillow across the dark room.

"Jake. Calm down... Dude, it's four in the morning." 

He heard that all too familiar groan. Alex was awake, and not happy about it.

"No, I- I- I have to go see Jessica," Jake said, throwing on a stained white t-shirt.

"Are you crazy? She'll rip your head off for waking her up before six," Alex said, sitting up in his bed. He rubbed his eyes, looking at Jake with concern.

"She has to know, Alex. It was one of those dreams, and not the good kind," Jake persisted, starting to march out the door. 

Alex sighed, reluctant to argue before the sun had risen. Besides, if Jake was this insistent, something big was coming. He wiggled his way back into his small bunk, pulling up the tattered green blanket, he closed his eyes and said, "Whatever, dude. You win. But put on some pants, will you?"

Jake glanced down to realize with horror he had almost strutted out the door in only his shirt and plaid boxer shorts. Embarrassed, he scampered back to his dresser and pulled on a pair of well worn jeans. "Thanks, man." He sped through the sleeping camp, looking over each cabin in wonder. It was only one year ago that he had arrived here and already his whole world had been turned upside down. Shaking his head as a chill went up his spine, he jogged up the steps of a bright blue cabin painted rather poorly with clouds and lightning bolts.

Giving the intimidating door one quick glance, he knocked. He heard a low growl and a- 

"Quiet, Sparky. There better be a damn good reason someone is knocking at my door at four in the morning!"

He cringed. "Jake."

The door swung open to reveal a young woman with strikingly bright blonde hair and dark eyes that matched the night sky. She was dressed in a light blue tank top and black satin shorts, although the circles under her eyes grabbed his attention more than anything else. Something was wrong, he just couldn't make out what.