Demigods Refugees Camp

the girl from my dream

"So, how are we supposed to get there? Do you have a plane for horses?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Chiron gave me a knowing smile. "First of all, like I said before I'm a centaur, not a horse. And secondly, you'll be taking a taxi. I will stay to pack your things"

"A taxi? To New York? That's thousands of kilometers away!" I protested, incredulous.

Chiron chuckled softly, and just as if by magic, an old, rusty taxi pulled up behind him.

"Is that for me?" I asked, pointing at the vehicle with a mix of disbelief and resignation.

Chiron nodded, his eyes twinkling with amusement, and gestured for me to get in.
I climbed into the back seat, and my eyes widened in surprise. Seated in front of me were three elderly women, their eyes eerily empty. One of them had an eye hanging from a string like a grotesque charm.

Chiron bent down, peering through the open window. "Where to take him, Chiron?" the woman at the wheel asked, her voice crackling like old parchment.

"Camp Half-Blood," Chiron replied, casting a glance at me.

The woman on the right raised an eyebrow. "It will cost a lot, Chiron."

"16 drachmas, is that enough?" he asked, pulling out a small pouch of coins.

"Perfect," said the middle one, nodding approvingly. She slid the window shut, and Chiron waved goodbye, his smile barely visible through the glass.

"Seat belts, please," the three women intoned in unison, their voices harmonizing in a disconcerting chorus.

I fumbled with the seatbelt, strapping myself in just as the taxi jolted into motion.

The acceleration was so sudden and forceful that my head was pushed back into the seat, and I couldn't glimpse outside.

The taxi shot through the air like a rocket, the landscape a blur of green and shadow.

Within what felt like mere seconds, the vehicle came to an abrupt stop.

I stumbled out onto solid ground, my legs unsteady from the dizzying ride.

Before me lay a landscape of rolling hills and verdant woods,

I turned around to see the taxi speeding away.

"Who are you?" I called out to the retreating vehicle, my voice tinged with confusion and awe.

I looked back at the hills and saw a boy my age and a man with eyes all over his body-it was kind of creepy. They were standing next to me.

"And Who are you?" I asked, clenching my fists.

"Whoa, whoa, My name is Taylor Soren, son of Dionysus. the boy said, holding up his hands, he had blue eyes and blonde hair, and orange T-shirt with Pegasus logo on it. "His name is Argus, the guard of the camp. He doesn't talk.

"Dionysus? Who's that?" I asked,
"Dionysus is the Greek god of wine."
In that moment I realized I'll need a lot of mythology lessons

"So... everyone here is like that?" I asked, my confusion evident.

"Most people here are demigods. You'll also see satyrs around."

"Sa- Saty- Satyrs? I still don't get it."

Taylor laughed. "It's alright. Everyone here has a bit of dyslexia-it's one of the traits of demigods, ADHD also. Satyrs are half goat, half human."

"Half animal again?"

"You'll get used to it. Come on, meet everyone and rest a bit in your cabin."

"Good, because I really-"
Before I could finish, I fell on my Face asleep.

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Another strange dream, yay... This time it was in my old house, in my mom's bedroom. I saw my mom.

"Mom!" I shouted to her excitedly, but she didn't answer.

"Mom?" I called again.

I saw her holding a shoe box. She opened the box, but the shoes looked strange.

They were regular sneakers, but with wings. My mom picked up a shoe to examine it more closely.

On the shoe was the same symbol I had on my head in the alley: a stick with two snakes around it and wings on the stick.

"Talaria," I turned quickly because neither my mother nor I had said that.

In the corner of the room stood a brunett girl with two braids and hazel eyes. She was wearing the same Orange T-shirt the boy wore ,and jeans.

"What?" I asked, confused. "What's going on here?"

"The shoes are called Talaria, the flying shoes of Hermes," she explained.

I looked back at my mother, who put the shoes in the top drawer of the closet. I still found it hard to believe that I had a father, especially one who is...

"Wake up," the girl whispered, suddenly my head hurt. My eyes opened, and I woke up.

I got up quickly, breathing heavily. "You did it," the boy from earlier said.

He was sitting on a chair, but he didn't talk to me; he was talking to the same girl I had in the dream, only this time she was in the stands.

She was sitting on the bed with her eyes closed and just opened her eyes.

"Finally! Did you see it, Taylor? I did it," the girl said excitedly. She also looked the same age as me.

"How?... Who are you?" I said while breathing better.

"Oh, sorry, yes, that was a bit unkind. My name is Lia Dior, daughter of Hypnos."

She got up from the bed and reached out to help me stand. I stood up. "Thanks. Who is Hypnos?" I said, and she looked confused.

"Oh yeah," Taylor said at the same time, turning around in his chair, "he doesn't know anything about Greek mythology."

"Don't worry," Lia comforted me. I have to say it was really a bit awkward. Leave mythology; I never studied basic math. I've never been to school.

"I didn't know everything at the beginning either, but I'm sure Taylor will teach you everything," she said and laughed.

Taylor sighed. "No problem, come on, But before that, take this shirt, wear it later, must wear this"

he brought me the orange shirt as he and she were wearing, it is indeed much better than the shirt with the tears I am wearing.

but Just now I had time to look. The room was really relaxing, a huge bed, a piano on the side, and a lot of posters of musicians on the walls.

"Well, already," Taylor said while waiting for me outside the door.

"Sorry," I said and ran to him.