{1}Autumn the Demigod : New Generation ♡°•COMPLETED•°♡

Chapter 25

*Nick's Dream*

○Nick's P.O.V○

After a few minutes in Apollo's car, I started to get bored. Yes! I was bored. I didn't have anyone to talk to. Because Apollo said I couldn't talk. Which is centaur poop! What am I supposed to do? Look out the window? There's nothing to look at but blue sky and clouds turning into blur from our blinding speed. And that's when I started to get bored. And sometimes when I'm bored I tend to fall asleep

I rested my head against the car window, closed my eyes and slipped away into my subconscious.

"Nicholas Alejandro Sanchez!" Yelled the sweet voice of my mother. How I longed to hear that voice again.

The mud clay walls, handmade chairs, and hand woven rug reminded me that I was home. Home in Tuxtla Gutiérrez, Mexico. It was a sweltering hot summer day. And mamá was in the front picking oranges and mangos from the trees. I had pouches of candy in my shirt. I remember this day as if it was yesterday. Ever detail, every smell, and every sound I could hear. I am 6 years old at the time.

"si mamá?" I answer.

Mamá walked inside the house. Her ankle length skirt and white blouse was covered in dirt. Her face and arms was peppered with flour from making fresh tortillas. Her long black hair was in a messy bun. Mamá's skin was slightly tanner and darker than mine. One of the pouches slips through my shirt and spills candy onto the floor. "Hijo, ¿por qué le roban a la tienda de dulces ?" (Son, why did you steal from the candy store?)

"Pero mamá los dulces deliciosas." I confess. (But mom the candy looked delicious)

"Eres igual que tu padre." She said softly. (You are just like your father) Dad left us as soon as my mother became pregnant. I hoped he would come back. But I knew that would never happen. She kneeled down to my eye level. "No quiero que te lastimes o quedar atrapado y enviado a un centro de corrección." (I don't want you to get hurt, or get caught and sent to the correction facility) Her dark brown eyes were always filled with kindness.

I start to cry. I did not want to make my mother worry. She already had other things to worry about. Like keeping the livestock and crops alive for the next drought. "Me siento mamá no voy a hacerlo de nuevo." I hug her. (I'm sorry mom I won't do it again.)

"Sé que no lo hará." She hugged me. (I know you won't) She smelled of freshly made corn tortillas. One of my most favorite smells. "Quieres un mango?" (Do you want a mango)

"Si¡" I nod my head.

Mamá picks the freshest mango in the woven basket. She cut it up into thick slices. Mamá hands me a slice and I bite into the juicy yellow meat. The juices dribbled down my chin. Mamá chuckles and wipes the juice with her palm.

The dream moves two years forward. Now I am 8 years old. Part of me still waited for my father to come back. So we can be a happy familiá. In that age, that was when my super speed kicked in. After 675 laps around the house I got bored and started to collect rocks. Why? You may ask. I don't why. I was only a kid. Mamá was picking limes from the trees, for the dinner later that evening.

I went to pick up a rock, then a rattlesnake took off its camouflage and hissed at me. It's rattle shook, and it's mouth was filled with razor sharp teeth.

"Nicholas movimiento!" (Nicholas move!) I heard my mom scream. She pushed me out of the rattlesnake's path. The snake lounged and sank it's venomous fangs into Mamá's ankle. She collapsed and the snake slithered away.