Sons of the Big Three

Dreams

Chapter Ten: Dreams

Disclaimer: I do love Artemis. I mean, I don’t own Percy Jackson.

Nick: HAHA! I KNEW IT!

Me: Shut up! Thalico is better

Nick: Rico

Me: Thalico!

Nick: RICO!

Me: THALICO! While we argue, just read this instead. When this chapter was written I hoped to let out some of my feelings that I experienced many weeks ago, which still haven’t left me. So yeah, dedicated to the person who hurt me, I guess.

Nick: Which means that we still have RICO!

Me: Thalico for the gods’ sake! Will, take over while I talk some sense with this guy!

Will’s POV

So here I was, celebrating with my two friends about our victory, when I felt the wave of dizziness hit me, and I stumbled. ‘Are you alright?’ Nick asked, and I grinned at him.

‘Just fine,’ I said. ‘Real good.’

‘Did you want to have some of my Kool-Aid?’ a centurion, Dakota, I remembered, asked, his mouth stained red as he drank from a canteen.

I was about to say yes when Nick and Desmond cut me off. ‘No, he’s not allowed any,’ Nick explained while Desmond grabbed my hands to keep me away. ‘See, if he’s bad without caffeine, and really bad when he has Mountain Dew, imagine how worse he would be with Kool-Aid.’

I sighed as Reyna gave Dakota a look and the centurion shuffled backwards. ‘I think Will just needs to sleep,’ she suggested, and the tone of her voice meant that if I didn’t agree I would be stabbed and killed.

I nodded. ‘I will,’ I promised, and lurched away towards… ‘Where do we sleep?’ I called back to them, turning about.

‘They can stay-’ Frank started saying but Percy interrupted.

‘They can stay with me and Annabeth at one of the empty rooms,’ he offered. ‘If there is one, which I recall there was?’

Hazel nodded. ‘Come on, little brother, I can show you where to go.’

Yeah, I know, I was older than here, but she had been born around World War II, a story I knew because Percy and Annabeth had told us about each of the Seven. I followed Hazel out, barely perceiving anything happening around me as everything became fuzzy, and then all I remembered was hitting a bed and blacking out.

In my dreams I was in a school yard again. It was the one when I was fourteen, young, foolish, and… I groaned. I remembered this scene much. I turned around to move away when I saw her.

Even though time had passed and my heart was shattered, she was still beautiful as I had thought she was back then. Her name was Alice and she had long brown hair that was soft and silky, not that I knew it. It just looked like it and I had always wanted to touch it, to run my hands through it.

She had eyes that changed from pale blue to pale green each moment, which gave her a unique look. She was shorter than I was by a few inches, but she was cute and beautiful and all I wanted to do was to spend time with her and to cuddle her.

I then heard a bell and I whirled about, and my eyes widened in realisation and pain ran through me. Oh gods, please, please do not let me watch this again. Please, I begged.

No luck. I watched as the younger version of myself, the past me that had stayed for the best part of the year just because I had hopes and dreams. I watched, horrified, as my younger self, the loner of the school and the outcast, found his courage and walked up to Alice and asked her out.