The sky was dark above the perception-bendingly large field. It stretched to the horizon, warping at the edge, making her eyes ache, where the sun stained the clouds red like spilt ink. The almost grey grass rolled over into the ravine that disappeared into a deep onyx-coloured pit that looked as if it stretched right into the Earth's core. The grass crumbled as the four tattered and tired-looking teens tracked over it, when suddenly an olive skinned, raven haired girl cried out, tumbling to her knees. The others - two boys and a girl- ran to her side; she'd been in front of them, worried as she watched the fields get ever longer the further they went. One of the boys looked almost in pain but still he grabbed her hand, but she looked away from him and focused on the girl. "Sophia," the fallen girl whispered, her voice faraway, her skin for some reason looking suddenly deathly pale. "The-" Suddenly her voice changed, replaced by one that sounded- awful. The worst noise imaginable . If Hell had a sound, that would be it. It warped and shattered, hissing in places and resembling a silky smooth but deadly smile in others. "Get Caduceus," it hissed. "That's the only way to save her now. Bring it to me five days' hence, and I will use it to heal her. Use it before then, and you will regret it." The voice made it clear that they would indeed, regret it. In the clouds, nightmarish visions twisted the smoke into fires, axes, countless horrific images of pain. "Remember. I am everywhere." With that, the voice departed. The girl who it had come from slumped onto the ground, and the others rushed to her, whilst looking at each other, terror and shock plain on their features.
Atalanta Jackson jerked up from an uneasy sleep, the image of the teens' horrified faces imprinted in her eyelids. What on Earth had that dream been about? It had felt so real. But it couldn't be. That was ridiculous; she was just thirteen, hardly any sort of vision-seeing hero. But she couldn't help her subconscious thinking what if it was real? They looked so awful. And what was that voice? What was going on? Was that where they were headed after last time? Last time. She'd beeni having these - dreams? Visions? - for weeks now, always the same people. Sometimes leading on from one another, sometimes random. But surely they had to mean something.
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