Percy Jackson and the Quest to Save the gods
My Dream
Percy's POV
My dream started off like this...
I was running, and I had no clue why, but I was guessing it was not just for the heck of it. I heard a deep, low growl, and my heart stopped.
A hellhound.
Scratch that, not A hellhound, but THREE hellhounds, as if my life didn't suck enough already. The trio of hellhounds came barreling toward me, foam seeping from their massive mouths. One is bad, and two isn't really a walk in the park either, but three... Just my luck.
I tried to speed up, but my legs started to hurt. I was panting and breathing heavily, thinking, "This is about to get ugly." All of a sudden, like the lame girls in a cheap scary movie, I tripped and fell. I had dirt in my mouth and I felt blood trickling down the side of my face. I quickly turned around to see if the hellhounds were there, and sure enough I saw three hellhounds staring right at me. I was paralyzed with fear.
"My sword!" I thought. Oh my gods, why hadn't I thought of that earlier?! I reached in my pocket and came up empty handed. Why was my sword not there? It was always there!
I didn't have time to try to answer my question, however. The hellhounds pounced on me and started clawing and biting at my chest as I screamed a painful cry.
I woke up screaming, "AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
My mom came in, worry written across her face, and said, "What is it, Percy?"
I only managed to say one word. "Dream."
I told my mom about my dream. She had a worried look on her face and I felt bad. I'm always getting myself nearly killed and my mom is always here, always worrying herself to death over me. One of the many downfalls of being a demigod.
"Honey," she said. "I know I can't do anything to make the dreams go away, no matter how much I want to. This is a hard life for you.." She looked down at the floor for a moment and then back up at me, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Mom, please don't cry.." I said, feeling tears come up in my eyes as well.
She wiped her eyes and smiled at me. "I'm making blue pancakes for you. They'll be ready by the time you're done taking a shower and getting dressed. It's the last day of school, you know."
She kissed me on the forehead and left me to get ready for school. My last day of freshman year. I've almost made it a whole year! I know my mom is probably nervous, thinking I'll blow the gym up again or something, although technically that wasn't entirely my fault. I got this, I told myself.
I really needed to stop jinxing myself.