Protecting Home: Forgotten Power, Part Two!

Chapter 22: Dreams - Tempest

A/n: Okay, so this is a pretty short chapter, but it'll be important in the next one. Enjoy

PoV: Tempest

I was standing by myself in a wide open plain. It was definitely the Lost Cities, but it wasn't any place I recognized. The crystal buildings were in ruins, and occasionally there was a person lying on the ground at me feet.

A cry behind me caused me to whirl around. There was a man in a black cloak that covered his face holding two seeds for wanderling trees in one hand, and with the other hand he held my brother up in the air. "Help!" My brother gasped as the dark figure closed his fist around the seeds and pushed it through my brother's chest.

"No!" I yelled as I tried to run towards him, but I couldn't move.

"Arelyn," a female voice said behind me, causing me to look back again, " You know you can't stop that. "

"I have to try, mom!" I countered, "I can't..."

My mother walked towards me and lifted my chin slightly, smiling,, "You should wake up now. "
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"Mom!" I called as I opened my eyes, but I quickly slapped a hand over my mouth. Carefully I looked around the halls. No one was coming towards me yet. The group had decided to lock me in a cell, but that was it. I was free to do whatever I wanted inside it.

I waited a few more seconds before I felt my eyes stinging with tears. Keeping a hand over my mouth to muffle my sobs, I sat up and leaned against the wall behind me. Sure, I was 17, but my dream still freaked me out. I had had the same dream every night since the Neverseen attacked Camp Half Blood, and I knew that it wasn't good. Like you're little brother dying was ever a good thing, but still.

"Are you okay?" A voice asked from the hall.

Immediately I stopped crying and looked towards the voice. It was Hazel, if all people.

"I'm fine," I lied, " You shouldn't be awake. "

"You shouldn't be crying," Hazel countered, walking closer to the cell, " Is something wrong? "

I sighed, "I just had a nightmare. It's fine."

" You sure? Cause to me, nightmares are awful. "

"They're always awful."

" You can tell me about it, if you want. " Hazel said as she sat down.

I cocked my head slightly, "You really trust me?"

" Well, yeah, I guess. I mean, I didn't like being shocked, but then you saved us and stuff so... "

I sighed again, "Are you sure you want me to tell you? It's kind of creepy." Hazel nodded and I caved. I told her everything except my name. She was a surprisingly good listener, never interrupting .

"Do you know your mother?" Hazel asked.

" Kind of, " I replied, "I know who she is, but I've never met her."

" That kind of reminds me of how most demigods are. "

I smiled, "Well, actually -"

A crash from the hall gained both of our attentions. Slowly, Hazel stood and walked towards the hall. Looking around, she came back, "There's no one there."

" But there was. " I muttered, "Let's talk a bit quieter."

As I said, short but important. Honestly, it was really fun to write this Tempest - or Arelyn - and Hazel bonding time.

And yes, Arelyn is Tempest's real name. Will this be important? Probably not. But I just wanted to tell you all before I forgot to. See ya later!