I lay down.
I close my eyes.
I drift, slowly, to sleep.
I am in a forest, dull, shaded, and silent. Night is approaching. Each leave is defined against the setting sun, defined but still dull.
No sound.
I move my legs slowly, and start towards a tree to touch it's rough branch, but I hear something.
I hear a noise in a sea of silence.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Chills shiver up my spine.
I start to run wildly through the trees, dodging low-hanging branches and weaving in between trees. The breeze whips my hair into knots easily. I dart over a creek, the water just barely touching my bare feet. But the terrifying clicking noise doesn't stop… so I keep running,
running,
running.
Until everything is still.
Until everything is dark.
Until everything is silent.
No sound.
Then there is light. The light seems to have no source, but it shines brightly on a single bird. Everything else is pitch black, except for a huge snow white owl, perched gracefully on a branch. We stare at each other for a moment.
The owl leans close to my face, and relief sweeps through my entire body. I'm free of the panic and frantic feeling I felt while running from the clicking.
I close my eyes, and gently touch my forehead to the owls glistening beak. I can't help but sigh, because I finally feel safe.
Then the owl leans away and speaks.
"Hello, child."
"Hello."
"I know- that you know- why I've come."
I don't respond. The owl tips it's magestic head back and squawks. It sounds like laughing.
"You are my mistress's daughter. She's concerned for you Annabeth," she whispers to me.
"Why?"
"Dangers are coming, young one. Dangers are coming quickly."
"What dangers?"I ask.
The owl starts to respond, but her mystical voice is cut off by clicking.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Suddenly, another light flares to life a about 5 hundred yards away from the spotlight my owl perches in. This new light reveals a pack of huge, hairy, spiders. Clicking their pincers, the spiders advance slowly, menacingly. As they crawl towards us their hundreds of legs speed up.
The wave of buried panic resurfaces as I take in the sight before me. But then I look at the owl, and know that she will protect me. She won't let me die a horrible death at the spiders' mercy.
The owl turns to me, and speaks with a new sense of urgency.
"Stay away from the one with green eyes," the beautiful owl warns me. Her voice is low and demanding. She is gone before I can blink, leaving me to the spiders.
Leaving me to the monsters.
So I start running.
Running.
Running.
Running.
Until everything is still.
Until everything is dark.
Until everything is silent.
I wake up in a cold sweat.
Hello again! I am not dead after all! I plan to update Just Another Guy fairly soon, so try and stick with me! Let me know if you liked this intro to this new story Strange Ones by leaving a comment, favoriting, and following! Bye!