The Omnitrix Holder and the Sea of Monsters

Grover wears a Wedding dress?!

Don't be a silent reader

Amara's pov

My weird-ass dream started like this. I was standing on a deserted street in some little beach town. It was the middle of the night. A storm was blowing. Wind and rain ripped at the palm trees along the sidewalk. Pink and yellow stucco buildings lined the street, their windows boarded up. A block away, past a line of hibiscus bushes, the ocean churned.

I wonder why Aunt NYX's kids...the sleep gods are showing me this

I see someone else looking around d but it was too windy to see then. Then I heard hooves clattering against the pavement. I turned and saw my friend Grover running for his life.

Yeah, I said hooves. Grover is a satyr. From the waist up, he looks like a typical gangly teenager with a peach-fuzz goatee and bad acne. He walks with a strange limp, but unless you happen to catch him without his pants on (which I don't recommend), you'd never know there was anything un-human about him. Baggy jeans and fake feet hide the fact that he's got furry hindquarters and hooves.

Grover had been one of my friends in sixth grade. He'd gone on this adventure with me, my adopted brother Luke and my son of the sea, Percy to save the world, but I hadn't seen him since last July when he set off alone on a dangerous quest — a quest no satyr had ever returned from.

Anyway, in my dream, Grover was hauling a goat tail, holding his human shoes in his hands the way he does when he needs to move fast. He clopped past the little tourist shops and surfboard rental places. The wind bent the palm trees almost to the ground.

Grover was terrified of something behind him. He must've just come from the beach. Wet sand was caked in his fur. He'd escaped from somewhere. He was trying to get away from... something.

A bone-rattling growl cut through the storm. Behind Grover, at the far end of the block, a shadowy figure loomed. It swatted aside a street lamp, which burst in a shower of sparks. Grover stumbled, whimpering in fear. He muttered to himself, Have to get away. Have to warn them!

I couldn't see what was chasing him, but I could hear it muttering and cursing. The ground shook as it got closer. Grover dashed around a street comer and faltered. He'd mn into a dead-end courtyard full of shops. No time to back up. The nearest door had been blown open by the storm. The sign above the darkened display window read: ST. AUGUSTINE BRIDAL BOUTIQUE.

Grover dashed inside. He dove behind a rack of wedding dresses. The monster's shadow passed in front of the shop. I could smell the thing — a sickening combination of wet sheep wool and rotten meat and that weird sour body odor only monsters have, like a skunk that's been living off Mexican food....god why

Grover trembled behind the wedding dresses. The monster's shadow passed on. Silence except for the rain. Grover took a deep breath. Maybe the thing was gone. Then lightning flashed. The entire front of the store exploded, and a monstrous voice bellowed: "MTTTTTNR!"

I sat bolt upright, shivering in my bed. There was no storm. No monster. Morning sunlight filtered through my bedroom window. Then there was a knock on my bedroom door Luke called: "KIRBY! BREAKFAST IS READY"  and the shadow at the window disappeared.

It must've been my imagination which I hope as Luke opens the door. "Come on, Kirby," Luke said "First day of summer for you...since your school ended early....so we are celebrating with pancakes and smoothies'"

"Coming," I managed as I stand up and stretched. Ship came into my room and ran around my feet in circles as I got ready for the day.

I remember when I told my guardian I want Luke as my brother. Balance was happy and doted on Luke and Chaos was hugging me crying for a weird reason and uncle end was laughing for some weird reason. Luke has been taking part-time studies as he worked as an assistant in a small company that does custom delivery for merch on books and tv shows. I got the best gits from him on my 13th birthday well the best one was the blue cake from mrs sally. They came to stay for the weekend at my and Luke's new house.