Kira-
My breath rattled. My legs ached. The pain in my head was a dull thump. I was running, running away. I could hear them chasing me. The snarls, the swift movements that barely made a sound, I could feel the fear emanating off me. It wasn't my fault that they were chasing me though. I had done nothing wrong. And then it happened, the first strange occurrence. But it wasn't the first, it had happened many times. It was almost like I had stepped out of time, back in time and away from the fear and the danger.
And there I was, standing in my kitchen. My mom was there putting a cake in the oven. I glanced at the calendar and realized that today was my 8th birthday, but that didn't make sense, I was fourteen years old. Then I gasped. There I was at the other side of the kitchen and I was eight. But I was also over here and nobody seemed to notice me. Then my younger self spoke.
"Mom?"
"Yes Kira?"
"What cake are you baking me for my birthday?"
"A nice chocolate cake. I know you like chocolate."
I remembered what was going to happen next and I felt an unnatural sense of foreboding. It was like I didn't want to hear what was said next, but I didn't know why. Just as I remembered my eight year old self spoke.
"But I asked for a cake that was the shape of a clock."
My mom straightened up as if a thousand bees had just stung her. When I was eight I hadn't been able to see her face, but now in this almost dreamlike experience I clearly saw the blood drain from her face like she was staring at her worse nightmare. I was so confused. Why was she so scared? Or maybe it was me?
There was a flash of lightening, the world shattered around me. I had left the dream like state and I was once again running for my life.
Meanwhile up at Olympus-
A meeting was in session, or at least it was meant to be in session. But like usual all the gods were bickering and nothing was being done. Apollo and Artemis were arguing about who was older, Poseidon and Zeus were in a big fight over who was most powerful, Dionysus was being as unresponsive and trying his best to look like he couldn't care less about the meeting, and all the other gods were bickering about other equally trivial things. Around them Olympus shone with the same vibe of glory that it had shone with ever since ancient Greece. Outside the meeting room minor gods filed around and like usual, none of them particularly caring about the meeting. Olympus was the same as it always was, but no one was aware of the sweat-soaked messenger, who was shivering with fear, as she traveled up the elevator.