King Arthur and the Olympians: The Sea of Monsters

Arthur Plays Dodge Ball With Canadians

I dreamed about my best friend last night... oh not in the perverted sense... just.. in the weird.. ominous, "oh my gosh, my friend is in trouble and knowing about this will further the plot" type of dream.

So let's get to it shall we? Yeah! Dream time! Popcorn all around! (dang I'm hungry again.)

The dream started with my best friend Grover running through the stormy streets of what I somehow knew to be Miami. Yeah dreams do that, somehow you just instantly know dream locations as you're dreaming them up.. ever have that kind of dream?

Anyways, Grover was running through wind and rain down the streets of Miami, as thunder flashed, and behind him, I could hear a bellowing of some sort.. as if something or somebody was chasing him

He had lost his pants.. revealing his furry goat legs. Oh yeah.. should probably mention, he's a Satyr, part goat, part person, though if you read the first book as recommended rather than just skipping ahead, then I probably don't need to explain that Grover is my half barn animal friend from summer camp.. or that I'm the heroic spirit of a famous person from the past called a Servant summoned to fight a war between mages.. or that the historic figure I am.. is King Arthur..

Or that maybe that in reality, I'm actually a girl who pretended to be a guy so my rule could be legitimate.

All caught up? GOOD! Let's resume this horror show.

in any case, Grover ran to what appeared to be a closed clothing store.. forcing his way through the door and then hiding behind a rack of dresses...

For a moment.. there was nothing.. and all I could hear was the muffled storm outside, and the sound of Grover's frantic breathing.

Then..

"MIIIIIINEEEEEE!!" A voice roared out as something smashed through the front of the store, sweeping aside the dress racks to reveal Grover.

I woke up that morning with a jolt.. panting hard.. dressed in my pjs that were decorated with crowns and little cartoon knight helmets. ( don't ask, mother got me these for Christmas).

After sitting on the side of my bed for a minute and heaving a little I pulled up my pillow.. and took out two photos from underneath.

The first one was one of me kneeling on a map next to a low coffee table in a Japanese home, a bowl of rice in my hands and chopsticks in the other.. a boy that looked around the same age with bright red hair and a sort of goofy heroic grin was next to me, wearing an apron and serving me food.. my friend Grover sent me the picture before he broke off contact mysteriously last week.. saying in a letter that during his search he had passed through Fuyuki City.. the site of the 2004 Grail War, and found the house that me and my Master, Shirou Emiya, used to live in.

Apparently Shirou's old English teacher still looked after the house despite the fact that he no longer lived there.. a rather ditsy but nice woman.. I didn't remember any of it thanks to the amnesia.. but, I felt attached to it nonetheless.

The second photo.. was of a 12 to 13 year old girl with curly blonde hair tied into a pony tail, standing in front of the Parthenon, grinning as if she built it, something she had sent with a letter as she was vacationing with her father in Greece.

Supposedly she and her father had a strained relationship, but after some convincing from me, she was giving it another try..

I smiled at both photos and breathed in and out to calm myself. "It was just a dream.. just a dream.. don't think much on it.."

I stood up and tiptoed quietly to the second bed in the room, where my 9 year old foster brother was snoring up a storm, a bit of drool trickling from the edge of his mouth.