People were rushing around outside of the infirmary, I could easily hear them. I heard screams of command, clinking and the creaks of catapults. I didn't know why they were so panicked, it didn't really make much sense to me. The camp had like, an invisible barrier around it...right?

I gave an annoyed sigh and turned to lay on my side, because the bruises on my back were starting to hurt again, and I couldn't lay on my stomach because of the deep wound that I had gotten from the dagger that one eyed monster was holding. I wished I would just fall asleep, but it wouldn't come to me. I couldn't get the days event out of my head, and I'm honest to god, er gods, to scared to face my nightmares. The ones I have been getting for too long.

But soon weariness from the day grabbed me and practically dragged me into the nightmarish dreamland I was forced to visit every night. I was transported back to my shabby two room, ugly house on the side of the road. I lived there with my mother, who was an alcoholic. She, well, she wasn't very nice to me. She called me her, "mistake". I never had a nice thing at that house. I never got a christmas present, birthday gift, not even a surprise gift from the tacky shop at my mom's hospital where she worked.

Every night she would come home and take her anger out on me, maybe a patient died on her watch, or...well. Anything bad could have happened but I was always the one who received her anger. I only left home for school, and that was where my sayter found me.

I bet you can guess what happened next.

But right now I was back in that house, and I felt like screaming, I hated it here. Was it too hard for my dreams to give me one break?

And of course the demon called my mother was home... There, right there on the couch was my mother, crying. Her head was in her hands, and standing above her was a shadowy figure. It seemed to be looking down at her, glaring at my mother.

"You were supposed to keep her here, she was going to be my slave!" My mother seemed to shrink against the couch, almost falling into the cushions. The voice seemed to come from the walls, and not the figure itself. "She is too powerful for those insufferable Gods to have!"

My mother looked up from the couch, her face that most people would say was beautiful was frozen in horror. "They threatened me, they would have taken her away from me one way or another," My mother, lets just call her Allie, whimpered. "There was nothing I could do, I couldn't have possible given her to you sooner than her eighteenth birthday, and that is in three years. The Gods would allow me to hurt her, but never would they allow me to give her to the..."

"SILENCE." The shadow was starting to fade. "My minions will get her for me, you are no longer any use to me."

My mothers eyes widened as the demon like creature disappeared. I watched from the corner as the house shook and trembled, before collapsing on us. Killing my mother, while awakening me from my dreams.

I sat up in my sweat drenched bed, people were still yelling outside, but it wasn't in the scared, panicky tone that they had been using before. I distinctly heard the words... "He's back."

YAY! Second chapter is up. Thank you for reading, and please review! It would really help. I'll try to post chapters more often...