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Chapter 2: First Meet

Previously

It was a boy with beautiful sea green eyes and jet black hair. It was the boy from my dreams…

~o0o~

"Well why don't you come in and I'll tell what's going on." He told me, holding out hand, as if I could touch it. I stared at his hand and he seemed to understand because he put it down. "Sorry, not used to being around humans."

I stood up and straightened up. I picked up my backpack and asked, "How are you?"

He hesitated to answer but gestured me in the house. Now it was turn to hesitate. I'm already late for school but now is my chance to find out who he is. I find myself moving towards the door and stopping just in front of him. If he were skin and bones I would be feeling his breath but instead I feel the breeze there on my nose. He has the most gorgeous eyes ever.

A silent connection swept through us.

I know you.

Of course you. I protect you. I've always had.

What do you mean?

Like I said, come in and I'll explain.

I accepted and entered. Now I know what you might have imagined the house to look like. Of course, the outside is beautiful with centuries on top but the inside is different. Everything is untouched and unmoved. Every item looks so fragile that if you dare touch it you might break it. I look back to where Dream Boy was supposed to be but he wasn't there.

"Come follow me." He said from somewhere and I jumped Now I understand how people feel when they see ghosts, I think to myself.

He then appears next to me and says, "Yeah, makes sense huh?"

I look at him puzzled, "What?"

He then gives me a sheepishly gaze and my face expression softens. He looks like a little boy. "I kind of heard what you said…"

"I stared at him blankly, "You heard what? I didn't say anything."

"No your thoughts but who cares… Come I want to show you something." He puts a hand on mine and instead of feeling the pressure you feel when someone does such action I felt a string sensation tightening around my fingers.

As we walked through the old hallways, the lighting seemed to change tone like when I was being pulled the 'force' outside. On the walls were a lot of drawings and portraits. Was it just me or did I see Rose's drawing from that Titanic movie? I shook the thought of my mind and continued to observe the portraits. I stopped and admired a portrait of a girl. She was beautiful. Her eyes gleamed but didn't seem to decide on a color even if it was painting. She was sitting on a stool, her hands on her lap, smiling at who ever was painting her. Her caramel hair was a messy wavy mess but seemed in place. Her lips were a natural rosy shade. Her clothes were simple as she wore a plain sky blue dress that reached her feet. Still she couldn't have been more that thirteen.

"That would my mother when she was young. Wasn't she beautiful?" he said, his voice cracking at the end.

Of course the girl from my dream today…

I nod and we keep walking. I stumble yet again on another painting. But this time it was the whole family. There were four, an older looking man and woman standing in the back with the same girl from the previous portrait in front of them. But she was holding a baby in her arms. Dream Boy?

He sighed as he saw me looking at it. "Ah, my grandfather, as long as he lived, couldn't stand my father so he wasn't drawn in the picture. He was there, my nanny told he was, but my grandfather didn't let him. He wanted him away from his only as possible. This was drawn a few days after I born and taken away. You might know it already… because of the dreams I send you…"

I turned to face him and he had a sad look in his face. He looked so pained it hurt me. There is so much hurt in his eyes and I could feel it anyway.

Only four words escaped from my mouth, "Talk to me, please."

He nodded and signaled me into a room. The tones of lighting finally settled in a black/white. Despite the June heat we were in, this house was cold and it was nice to see that there was a fireplace lit at the back of the room.

Have you ever seen the movie "The Beauty and the Beast"? The part where Belle is reading the Beast a story and they are sitting at a fire place? Well if you have then, imagine that. Only that it wasn't that happy. Everything was dark and you could only see the light of the flicker on the walls.

"Please sit." He told me, gesturing to the rug. I nod and sit on my butt, crossed legged and putting my backpack on my lap. He lightly—of course—sat beside me. We sat facing the fire and he began.

"First of all I'm sorry I'm giving you a hard time. But I just knew that you could change everything in a good way."

I'm puzzled once more—which I hate— but let him continue.

"I hated to put a burden to you so young. And the moment I saw walk in your mother's arms into your new house I just couldn't resist. You were perfect. An I know you are wondering what the heck I'm saying but you'll get it later on. And before we continue I need to tell you about the day I met you."

He met my eyes and began again, "It was a night when you were still inside your mother. She was sleeping in your father arms. I wanted to talk to her for I knew she could hear me but decided otherwise because the scene was so sweet. Still I didn't want to go empty-handed and bent down and felt you. You were so small yet so strong. A connection swept through us like the one we shared at the door. I told you that you were going to change everything and that the time is going to be soon. Of course you so little you didn't understand a thing. And surely enough the next morning you came to this world. I went to see you, who was a huge a risk for me, and spoke with your mother in dream. I told her something that you should find out later on. Don't make me tell you. She told me the other day to net tell you th—"

I stopped him by saying, "My mother? You saw my mother?"

He nodded and said, "Yes I see her from time to time for she is busy caring for you. She is always there except right now. But you can't see her…"

"Why?" Tears were threatening to fall now.

He waved aside my question and continued. "Your mother let me pass in to see you and give you entrance to my world. She knew it was dangerous but she how special you are. However your father doesn't know anything."

I nodded since I knew how Pops was. He would freak out and then think this is extraordinary and do an article about it.

"Anyway, you are lucky since you were born with the gift of clear sight thanks to your mother. You could hear and see me and sense other things. Although there are many things we still don't know about you." He said, mostly to himself.

I smiled. Who knew that after years of dreaming of him I would be here telling me this.

"Why are we here now? Why have you decided to talk?" I asked attentively.

"I think its enough with dreams. I'm giving you a break for now." He joked at the end.

I raised an eyebrow. "A break? So there's more?"

He sighed, "Well at least with my life we are almost done but that's only the beginning. There is way more ahead."

He looked at me and then turned to fidget with a thread on his shirt. I stayed quiet not knowing what to say. I mean he spoke with a such a playful tone a moment ago and now he has sad expression, maybe thinking of what is 'ahead' of me.

Even if my curiosity kicks me in the shin, I don't dare ask what I'm in for. And I have to admit, I am a little scared to know. He makes it seem so difficult even if he hasn't said much and whatever it is, it can wait before settling in my mind.

"I also 'brought' you here to explain why I'm bothering with so many dreams. I can't have you help me if you don't know anything about me. I mean, I know everything about you." He said, his voice getting quieter as he finished speaking.

My eyes widened and said in denial, "No you don't!"

He chuckled, and I have to say it's beautiful. "I know that sounded creepy but it's true. I know your favorite color is green, you hate it when people say the word 'library' as 'libary', and you love to eat pumpkin pie every Saturday night with a glass of milk."

I blushed. "That's nothing!"

"Oh yeah? I know that you have a birthmark that sort of looks like a star on your lower back and that is why you never wear a bikini to the pool." He betted.

"No one knows about my birthmark!" I exclaimed.

"But I do." He started to get up and headed for the door, "Come along. I'll show you around."

~o0o~

We were once again, walking down the hallway. It surprised me how small the house looked from the outside but how spacious it is inside. There are so many rooms and bathrooms there are. A rich person would definitely live here if it weren't so rusty and old.

"Where are we going?" I asked him.

"On a tour…" he responded. At first I thought he was joking but then I realized he meant it. He was going to show me around the house in a different way, though. He was showing me parts of his life in action. In each room, he was going to me everything replay.

The first place he showed was his room, I'm guessing. I'm guessing because he wasn't going to speak through it.

His room seemed to be decorated for a baby not a boy. The walls were a light blue. There was a rocking chair at the corner, a crib in the center, and blue blankets everywhere. He walked over to a wooden toy chest and sat down. However I stayed standing in the door.

Suddenly it started to play out like a movie.

A young girl, Sally I thought instantly, walked right past through me as if I were the ghost. In her arms she was holding a baby boy and her bump was missing. That could only mean one thing. She already had her baby and she was holding him in her arms. She was humming a lullaby to him and he was smiling at her. She sat down on the rocking chair and started to sway. Soon enough the baby fell asleep and she stopped humming.

She had her finger on his belly and the baby grabbed, I guess you could say, it, curling his tiny finger on her only one. She then spoke. "Your daddy would be here if he wasn't sent away. He loves you. He wouldn't anything hurt you. Neither would I."

The baby stirred in his sleep. She smiled, "My own daddy wants to take you from me so I could continue on. Maybe send you to Abigail, a nice slave woman down in the village. I don't want that. I don't want to be far away from you. You are the only thing to keep me alive in this world besides your daddy."

She brought his cheek to hers and he nestled at her touch. I turned to see Dream Boy touching his cheek with hand as if remembering a memory. This memory…

I turned back and I saw that Sally was putting the baby in the crib. Just then there was knock. I turned to my back and saw that the door was open. No one was there. I frowned and turned back. The knock didn't come from the door. It came from the window.

Sally gasped when she noticed that Poseidon was at the window. She quickly ran to the door and locked it shut and ran to the window, opening it.

"Oh my! What are you doing here? How did you come here?" Sally whispered.

"Um, help me in now, questions later." He said, exhausted.

"Sure," she laughed and pulled him in. They quickly kissed and they hugged.

"I managed to escape for a little while. Tomorrow I leave for Europe." He said sadly.

She waved her hands dismissively. "Let's not think about that, only that you are here matters."

He nodded, "Where is he? Where is my boy?"

She pointed to the crib and he slowly approached. He laid his hands on the rail and leaned over to see. I also went over to see and saw that the baby was pouting in his sleep. It was cute to see. He had one hand near his head and the other on his belly. Typical baby sleeping pose… His father carried him but spread him out in his arms to take a look at him better.

"He is beautiful Sally. What did you name him?" He asked, not taking his eyes off the baby.

Wait am I going to hear his name! I lifted my head and looked at the family anxiously.

Sally was about to talk when suddenly a huge angry yell comes from outside the door. "Who is up there with my daughter!"

So much for learning his name…

Like ants, they scrambled to hide and/or run away. Poseidon settled his son on his crib and jumped out the window. Sally blew a kiss to him and shut the window. She ran to the door unlocked and scrambled to the rocking chair. She sat there and pretended to be asleep.

Soon a man walked in, inspecting. He saw the scene and humphed. He went to Sally and shook her 'awake'.

Her eyes shot open and yelled, "What is going on?"

"Who was up here with you, dear?" Oh there was nothing nice in his voice.

"N-nothing, I mean no one, Father." She stuttered.

"Don't lie to me girl! I know that that mess of a boyfriend you have has been here!" he yelled at her. She shook her head but he continued. "And because you lied to me, I have no other option but to take that brat from you!"

He pointed to the sleeping baby. Before he stopped being in her face, he slapped her. Sally began to sob as she watched her father grab the baby from his crib and storm out of the room. On the way out he said, "Thank your mother for convincing me to not kill him and his father."

Sally's sobs became louder as she grabbed some blankets and pulled them closer to her chest.

I got close to her and since I was so in to the moment I said to her, "Stop crying and go get your baby! Sally!"

Dream Boy chuckled with some tears in his eyes, "She can't hear you. Besides she can't do anything for she is woman. Back then woman didn't have rights. Her father could do anything. Come on."

I followed him. We headed downstairs and saw that Sally's father was giving the baby to a woman, but not a slave.

"Agatha. My grandfather made an agreement with her so I could still here and not make a big ruckus out of this. But all that came with a circumstance. Listen." He signaled me to hear and I did.

"I do not want to make a big problem out of this but I don't want the baby to be with my daughter. Will you take care of this?" Sally's father said in disgust as he handed the baby to Agatha.

Agatha looked at the baby like dirt. She grabbed the baby but put distance between her and the baby. A lady appeared behind Agatha and took the baby from her arms.

"I'll care for him, Sir." said the lady.

He nodded and called for Sally. She came a minute later. "Yes Father?"

"Here is the plan. We will not 'dispose' of 'it'. He will stay here but you will never ever touch it. Understood? Claudia will care for him with the help of Agatha. But you are forbidden to touch him. See him? Maybe."

Sally had tears in her eyes and but nodded.

"We will decided later on. Maybe Abigail." He strode off after this.

Claudia held him but in sight of Sally so she could see him. Sally held out her hand but didn't touch him. The scene faded to a few years later. There was a little boy running around the living room, playing with a wooden boat.

"Percy, lunch is ready. Are you hungry?" said Claudia's voice from the next room over.

So his name was Percy. I glanced to Percy and said, "Finally, I know your name."

"It was time for you to know…" he shrugged and we continued watching.

Percy ran into the next room and we followed. In the counter there was a plate with food and Percy dug in quickly.

"Thank you, Nana." He said as he chewed. Claudia chuckled and went over to Percy with a napkin.

She wiped his face and said, "We do not talk with our mouth full, mister."

"Sorry." He pouted.

"Men in this family have manners." Agatha came in, a strict smirk on her face.

Percy finished his lunch and asked, "Where is Miss Sally? I want to play with her again."

"Miss Sally?" I asked Percy.

He nodded. "I was raised as a 'peasant' so I had to refer to my own mother as 'Miss Sally' She was like a sister to me, not a mother anyway."

"Oh…" was all I said.

"Miss Sally was sent to France to, how should we say it? Visit some people there." Agatha replied.

"What? Why? No one said anything?" Percy protested.

"No one should inform you of anything, Percy." Agatha retorted in a cold tone.

Percy scowled and stormed out of the room, taking his boat with him.

Suddenly we started to fade outside. The sun was shining and hot. You could see the slaves working in the fields and the colored woman harvesting. And the slaves' children playing and working, too.

A chariot was being hauled in front of the house by horses. When it stopped, a man in a black suit stepped out. He was strict looking and mean. I knew him. He was Percy's "uncle".

"Ah so good to be out of that thing. So good to stretch my legs." He said. He saw Percy and went on, "Oh you must be the pest everyone is talking about. Talk about Sally not keeping her legs closed."

He snorted when he laughed. Instantly, I loathed him, even if I knew what was going to do.

He threw a bag at Percy and he caught it. "Take it to my room. Hope I got a nice one."

Percy scowled.

His uncle pushed him on, "Hurry now! We don't have all day!"

Percy did as he was told and went to his uncle's room. He threw the bag on the bed and ran out.

Ghost Percy turned to me and said, "That is all I need to show you for now. I'll walk you over to your school."

He 'put' a hand on my shoulder and we started to fade from the house.

For him a walk was just fading into a building. Thing is he faded me in a bathroom. Girls' bathroom…

"Annabeth?" said a voice said from behind me.

Oh no! I thought.

Percy left and I turned slowly.

There stood my best friend, Thalia. I sighed in relief. She knows a bit about my 'life gift'.

"Thals… Hey…" I said quietly.

"That's how you start?" she raised an eyebrow, "'Hey'. Where were you today? School's almost over."

"Well…" I said uneasily.

"Well what? You are lucky I'm the only one here." she asked impatiently.

"I met him, Thals." I told her. She looked at me funny.

"Who?"

"The guy I dream about…" I said to her.

Her eyes grew wide and said, "What…"


Don't you just hate cliffies? No matter if they are big or small? *sighs* yeah...

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