Child of Hypnos

Chapter one : strange begginings

Look, okay. I'm not a trouble maker, trouble just seems to like me more than anyone else. Most of my teachers seemed to distrust me, and my dyslexia combined with my ADHD didn't exactly make me a prime target for friendships. But I did have one friend his name was grover and he always, I mean always takes the blame for the stuff I do whenever our principal, -Ms trotter- was involved he seemed to distrust her more than she distrusts me. And to top it all of, I was constantly being blamed for stealing things, because -now I don't know how, but if I ask someone to go to sleep, or think of them sleeping they just...go to sleep- whenever I ask my teacher that just took away my iPod , to go to sleep they do, which would mean that of course, no one could stop any student, taking back what was taken from them, and because I was the shy kid with one friend...the blame always managed to fall on me. But the fact that I can make people sleep. comes with my very own personal curse, I also sleep... a lot. Like most people should sleep 8 hours a day I sleep about 10-12 hours in average.

Now school as you may think...is well mostly terrible, so I guess we have that in common, but there is a light at the end of the tunnel for me. My history and English teacher, Mr David. And today he was our supervising our ag excursion to the hippoi horse ranch. Grover was strangely nervous about it, I tried to calm him down by saying "nah Mr David is Cool, he wouldn't hurt a fly". "I'm not so sure "was always his response. "All aboard" Mr David cried, laughing at his own joke. "Get it kids coz its a bus not a train" he added. He was rewarded with a few sarcastic laughs from a few of the students.

"Welcome students o the hippoi horse ranch" mr kaberikoi said "for those who don't know me, my name is mr kaberikoi, but I understand that, that is a mouthful, so you can call mr Mr K" he explained. Grover was becoming more and more skittish, and on edge, I asked him about it and he just, told me to "be careful" and "don't wander off" "geez dude you sound like my mum" was always my reply.

After 30 minutes of boring lectures about what breed of horse is best bred for riding, mr David offered me an excuse to get out of it. "Yo Jake he called out check this out" he called i slowly edged away from the group and toward mr David. "What is it" I asked, I turned and saw four horses with a rusty coloured coat, in a special pen. "What do you see jake?" he asked. "Horses" was my answer. LIAR!! the word travelled through one ear and out through the other. "These are not ordinary horses and you know it, these are the the hippoi kabeirboiki, or the kaberoi" "ahhhhh" he let out a strangled cry "you shall see mr smith the power of these beings"