DreamLand

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"How many fucking times do i have to tell you, this trans shit is not allowed under my roof!", Mom was in one of her moods. A month ago i told her I was a boy. I think shes taking it well. "you wanna end up as a predator? wanna be like him? fucking FINE"
What brought about this argument, I cant remember.  All i know is my back hurts and I'm tired. "Okay. Im going to my room" The lady stood there huffing and puffing like she just tried to blow down a brick house. "You get back here -------! Im not done! Im putting you in fucking therapy! I'll send you away! Do you want that!?" Her face was red. At this point she had started sweating. "goodnight mama", and I slumpted into my room. Hot air hit my face. The A/C didnt reach my room.  I stripped off  my pants and shirt. I cringed as my arm brushed against my chest. I always undressed looking straight forward, never down. My body makes me feel sick. After i was wearing shorts and a tank top i crawled into bed. The everlasting backpain stabbed at me. I rolled around to ease it. Eventually I let myself slip into sleep.

The pain in my back pushed me up in my sleep. This was normal, I'd just take some Advil and go back to bed. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, i swung my legs over the side of the bed. But what was normally hard tile floors was a soft plush rug. I opened my eyes. Small room,Fluffy green rug, Stone floors. There were vines growing clumped in the left corner of the room. The walls were what I'd imagine a camping cabins would be. A shelf to the left of me, a bookcase to the right. Where am I? My breath quickend as my surroundings set in. My back muscles tightened and released. Something soft fluttered against my hand. I flapped my hand around at the odd texture. My spine felt heavy. I almost fell back down onto the bed. I couldnt breathe.  Had I been kidnapped??
The open door flashed me red hair. The panic increased. My blood froze. Suddenly that red hair was in my face. "Percy...", A teen girl, she wouldnt be much older than me. Tears flowing from her eyes she called,"Papa! Hes awake!" She beamed at me and pulled me close. Course, im still frozen. I cant think. The fact this stranger called me a 'He' barely registered.  I gathered myself to pull back from the girl,"g-get away from me!Who-?"
"Percy!"
A man scrambled in. He also scooped me up into his arms. He held me and sobbed. "Hey!Who ARE you people?? Let me go!", I shreaked and clawed at the man.
The girl pulled the man back. "Percy...its us...dont you remember?",The girl said. Her voice was soft. I hesitated but shook my head no. Her face twisted into a look of pure sadness. The man hung his head. I could tell now, looking at them, they were father and daughter. The man was blonde. He was tall, muscular and dusted in freckles. From his back sprouted two enormous wings, reminiscent of those of an eagle. One of them wrapped around his child. She was a redhead, though her hair was light like her fathers. Her freckles were more sparce but still prominent.  She was small, dainty and clinging to her father's arm. Barely visible were her wings. They didnt look big enough to carry her. But they were white, she reminded me of a dove.
"Percy, I'm your father. My name is Basil. This is your sister Juno...Do you truly not remember us?" I bit my lip. I had no idea who these 'people' were. I just stared at them. "M-my...father?", I looked to the man. He was old. His skin had so many wrinkles. Every crease could be a story. "yes perseus, Im your father. You are my son. Youve been asleep for so long...". He wanted to reach for me, to hug me, I could tell. I wasnt put off my either of them. I felt so...comfortable.  "Father...", I tasted the word on my tongue.  "Juno...", My sisters pointy downturned ears pricked at her name. If this is my family, who have I been with my whole life? Who is that woman? "Was it all a dream...?", I thought outloud. The two looked to me. My father fluffed his wings and Juno took a step towards me. "Percy, I promise its us..."
I nodded. Even if this is all a dream, whats the use in fighting it? This family is better than my other one. Juno offered me her hand. I accepted it and attempted to stand but the weight on my back held me down. "Juno, careful! Cmere lad, your wings are gonna take some time getting used to again", My father steadied me. Together they helped me out of the small room and into a living room. A rug, like the one in my room, a wooden coffee table, and a couch with a crocheted blanket thrown over the back. Next to the couch was an ancient woman slowly crocheting another blanket. she was in a chair on wheels. Not quite the metal and silicone wheelchair i had seen in my "dream" this was wooden and looked very homemade. "Nana...Percy, Its percy, hes awake", Juno chirped. Nana didnt seem to have any wings. She did however have the same reddish blonde hair as Juno. "percy...", Nan's voice was shaky with age. She gently reached for me. I let her take my hand. Her rough thumb rubbed circles on my palm. "I am...Nana...", She introduced herself properly.  I dont know why, but I practically curled into her. I had missed her.