The dreams were back again. Percy couldn't explain it but, in his gut, he knew, somehow that these images flashing before him, they were the future. He didn't even try to study these images because he knew, as soon as he opened his eyes, the images would vanish, but always show up the next night so, it wasn't a suprise that immediately as he opened his eyes, he forgot about the dreams. Percy awoke to the gentle prodding of his pegasus, Blackjack's , nose. Percy and Blackjack had gone for a little time to themselves, Blackjack was the only one who could read Percy's mind thanks to Percy's connection to all horses (and breeds related to horses) because of his Father, Poseidon, the father of horses, and his bond with Blackjack, so they could not only comunicate with each other telepathically, they could also read each other's emotions. Percy had come home from saving the world, took one look at the crowd of campers (both Greek and Roman), hopped on Blackjack and flew away. It wasn't that Percy didn't like crowds, it was just that he realized on his trip to the Ancient Lands, where the Giants were hoping to wake up Gaia, Mother Earth (yes puny mortals, Mother Earth is evil, take that tree-huggers) that the more quests he survived and the older he got as the son of the sea god, the more his friends looked up to him when in reality, Percy wanted to yell to the world that he was not one of the heros in the stories that parents told their children, he had survived for sixteen years on pure luck, and that one day, that same luck would run out and he would have to finally face a monster that he couldn't beat. He didn't know how right he was.
