The Lost Sword of Olympus

Chapter 3: Emma's dream

After the little scene outside the headmistress' office Emma went straight to bed to try to calm down her thoughts and think clearly in the morning. But her night didn't go as peaceful as she hoped it would. She had a very agitated dream, well a dream that reminded her of everything she had lost.
It started out when she was in her room as a little girl. She was laughing for some reason, but all of a sudden everything went dark, and in the darkness there was a piercing scream. The image of her dying, bleeding mother in her mind, all the fights she has ever had with Will. Flashes of bad memories all swirling her mind at once, until it calmed down with just the last image she had of her mother. Luckily the image disappeared, the dream stopped. Although a new dream came, it was a meadow of a farm, the ones you usually see in movies, and her mother standing right infront of her. She spoke but nothing came out.
"Mother?" Emma spoke, but once again her mother didn't speak. Aurora had a peaceful face, but when she spoke her tone didn't match the peacefulness in her face.
" Emma!! It's him! Don't trust him, he's gonna kill y- AAHHH". Her mother suddenly turned dead white, with pale dead eyes and a pool of blood in the middle of her stomach.
"Mum!!" Emma screamed but it didn't help, her mother was gone. Suddenly it felt like everything was spinning, and weird noises coming from an unknown place.
That was when Emma woke up panicking, in a cold sweat crying. She hadn't known when she started to weep but she did know it had been a while. Her face was sticky with dried tears and the ones she was crying at the moment. After a moment she realised where the weird noises were coming from, the cabin next door. That pissed her off so badly that she dried her tears, got up and went to Will's cabin. Emma didn't even bother to get her flip flops. She went up the porch steps and banged on the door and yelled,
"William Christopher Gray!" but it was Noah who answered the door.
"What can I do for ya?" asked Noah. He had always been a little kinder to Emma and usually looked apologetically at her after Will had been an idiot.
" Where's your brother?" asked Emma, shaking in anger.
"Inside. Hold on, let me call him. Will!!" Shouted Noah.
"What?" Emma heard him call back.
"Blondies here, and she looks pissed, man" His brother yelled back. Emma rolled her eyes at the nickname.
"What do you want, blondie?" asked Will in a mocking tone.
"I want to sleep, and I can't do that with your music blaring considering that we
have barely 5 steps between our cabins." She said, irritated.
"So for the love of god, shut the hell up!" continued Emma in the same pissed off
tone.
"No can do.'' Will said a little slurry, with a scornful smile.
"Why the bloody hell not?" She asked harshly. Emma stared angrily at Will waiting for a response for her retort, but she received none.
"Have you been crying?" Asked Will with a hint of concern in his voice, though he tried to hide it well.
Oh shi- When Emma cries, her eyes always get a bit red and the blue more vibrant with red blotches on her cheeks and nose.
"Of course not, my eyes are red because I want to sleep but your stupid noise you call music is keeping me up," Emma lied smoothly and defensively.
"And even if I was, why on earth would you care? Huh?" She asked harshly. "I don't care." said Will, prickly.
"Lower the music, I can't sleep!" Emma demanded.
" Fine," said Will harshly,
"Fine." Emma said,
"Fine!" they both said storming off in different directions.
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Emma went back to bed and as she laid down she smirked at the music being turned down.
and people leaving his cabin. She spent the rest of night twisting and turning, not being able to clear her head. So she spent the rest of the night looking at her mother's murder board she glued on her ceiling.