AN: THanks so much for reading my story! If the grammer sucks i apologize. i just needed to update this. I will fix it though!

My eyes fluttered open. At first, I had no idea where I was. Slowly, my memories of my little spat with the physco white wolf slipped into my brain. I tried to piece it together why i wasn't dead and not laying in the archery field but i got nothing.

So i tried to figured out where indeed i was. I was staring up at a dark ceiling, unable to move. All I could tell was that it was nighttime from the blackness. My body felt heavy and sluggish. I couldn't move my mouth which frustrated me to the fullest extended. After a while I got bored of silently freaking out with fear and began to look at my options (which were few). I could wait out this weird paralysis then take my shoe and swing it rapidly around like a whirling crazy white chick. That was my personal favorite. But there was no time! So I made odd grunting noises hoping to catch someone's attention and not embarrass myself. Luckily, it had a neutral reaction. From the corner of my eye I saw Holly's (wait, Holly?) head whipped around something that seemed like a chair.

"Oh! She's wake!" Holly exclaimed aloud. Then I felt wherever I was suddenly stop, throwing me to the a lower part of my resting place. Then I realized I was in my family's car. The sudden launch from the seat to the floor hurt severely yet I still couldn't move to my dismay. All I could do was scream with my mouth still closed so it kind of sounded like "MMMMMMMMMMMMM!"

"Sorry baby! I wasn't thinking! I'll pull over!" Even staring at the carpet in the bottom of the car, cursing silently in my head, I could tell that the apologetic voice was my mom's. How the heck did she get into all this. Then again…how did I?

Holly lifted me back up and set me so my back was on the door so I could see everything. I was in the second row of our Ford Flex, a pillow and blanket spread across the seat. I still couldn't move. I wasn't paralyzed…its just that I was so sore that I didn't want to move. My head was tilted on my shoulder and arms limply at my side, giving me somewhat of an awkward look.

Holly put the blanket around me graciously and started absent mindedly smoothing my blanket, "There all better. I know your wondering what's happening. But we cant tell you." So young. So blunt.

Of course you can't I thought angrily, wanting to actually say it. My mom pulled the car over and turned to look at me. She looked the same but the obvious fear and relief in her eyes didn't resemble her very much. Intense blue-green eyes, lots of smile winkles, black long hair, the kind of person you could ask a favor and they'd so it no matter what…even if they hated that person and didn't want to. You see, my mom has been through a lot of personal crap in her younger years. She never knew her father because he went off and abandoned my grandma for no stinkin reason. Then my grandma died when my mom was eight and was raised by her alcoholic aunt. But eventually she found a nice man (I.e. my father, Greg, whom I love and obey…usually) and got married and had a kid (me).

But despite her awful childhood, my mom had a heart of gold…or more like diamond.

Anyway back to the more important matter: me. My mom stroked my hair, her eyes full of sadness and resentment, "April, listen, honey, sweetie," Woah woah woah what's with all these baby-mommy words? This must be some serious chizz! "Please, just try to go back to sleep. When you wake up I personally will tell you everything," she gave Holly a little look to which she responded with a little glance at me and mouthed NO! but yeah, I saw it. Stupid oddhead.

But my mom ignored it and went back to her seat and soon I could feel the car start to rumble and vibrate and Heigh Ho! Back on the Road! To…who knows! After about 5 minutes, I made a pact with myself and vowed to not fall asleep. But as soon as Holly took out a pan flute (WTH?) a started to play a deep, soothing lullaby, I was out like a light.


Another dream, another reason why I cant be normal. But I'm not going to bore you with the OTHER accounts where my dream were prophetic (oh your curious? TOO BAD). SO! There is was, standing in the middle of the road, my strength back. My mind barely even alerted me I was standing in the middle of a frikin' highway in the middle of the night with the moon visibly right above me. But I didn't care to look for oncoming cars because I was too focused, thanks to my ADHD, on a slender doe pretty far away nibbling at some grass on the side of the road. In the background I could see a big red barn and a pretty meadow. I turned around and continued to observe where the heck I was.

I waited for something to happen, expecting a huge alien ship to drop out of the clear sky but it just remained quiet and peaceful. Silly me. Nothing is ever quiet and peaceful. I heard a howl ripple through the air, louder than a jet engine. I turned around to see if that little doe, which was only living thing I saw, was the one making that gosh-awful sound. But, of course, that little doe…wasn't so little anymore. Now (and please don't ask me how) it was a big ol' black dog, 5 times taller than me. It's beady red eyes were focused on me and it started to sprint towards me. Here we go again.

I started to run down the road, and pretty fast too for a chubby chick like me. My long brown hair whipped in my face and hindered my sudden awesome running ability. Then, a crazy idea popped, just popped, into my head. This is a dream! I can't get hurt! Take that subconscious mind!

So I stopped and the great black dog skipped over me, then lashed around and started to growl. Out of the blue, it smiled, pulling it's lip up to show it's gnarly crooked teeth. It started to crawl towards me like it finally caught what it was looking for. But I didn't care. It's a dream right?

Wrong. Duh. I really gotta stop expecting the…expected. To I pounced right in front of me and swiped its paw to my side. Dang it hurt! I flew about 50 feet, my proud suck-it smile was now contorted as a yelled in a loud stream of profanities. I tumbled and rolled to the ditch and was now breathing very heavily and blood was gushing down my tattered shirt.

Sighing, I crawled up the ditch to see where the hound was. It was facing me once again, black fur standing on end. With another bound I was almost on top of me. The last thing I remember of the dream was it's muzzle dropping down and me staring up into its nasty saliva filled mouth. Oh yeah, and the ominous voice whispering "Be ready" in my ear. Can't forget that!


"Bah!" was my exclamation when I woke up from that hideous dream. Still in the car I sat up joyously observing my surroundings with my new found ability to move and dance around. It was still night time but the sun was peaking through the curve of the Earth.

"What's wrong?" Holly asked, now in the seat next to me, which is way to close in my standards, "You were squirming and making odd noises the whole ride!" She gasped then leaned into my face "Did you have a dream?"

What is her flipping problem? "None of your business!" I retorted and set back in my seat and grumbled, ignoring my mom's little squeaks of trying to talk in the driver's seat.

"Now April please," my mom's nagging voice cut in, "Holly is just-"

"HOLY FUDGE! HOLLY WHAT ARE YOU?" I screamed with all my powerful might as I pointed at Holly's…hooves, crossed and resting on the carpet on the car. Hooves? I always knew Holly was a freak but never did I EVER hypothesize that she was part goat! OH. COME. ON.

"Is this some sorta joke?" I raged "I am being punked? If so, please show me the cameras so I can break them!"

All of this time as Holly struggled to put her fake shoes back on and my mom having a break down in the front, I failed to realized that we were passing the same exact big red barn and meadow in my dream. Oh, and the looming giant dog-like figure.

The first thing I heard the ear shattering howl. Wow, what a coincidence. I stopped screaming and shushed everyone as my mom pulled the car to a stop.. Suddenly, the roof of our car was ripped right off and flung up the road, making a screeching sound. Luckily, it was a high ceiling so no one was decapitated.

I heard my mom and Holly scream but I just groaned. "Get out!" I hollered and literally picked up and threw Holly out of the car with my new found adrenaline induced strength. But it didn't take much muscle. She only weighed like, 50 pounds.

Fortunately, my mom was smart enough to get out herself so that saved another flinging of bodies. The dog thingy was the same in the dream and was now standing over us growling menacingly, beady red eyes flickering at every moment.

Holly was a having a small panic-attack, breathing heavily and irrationally shaking next to me. I didn't want to comfort her, I mean why should I? I didn't even want her here! All I want to do is just get away with my mom so she could explain everything.

Suddenly, with a small squeak, Holly straight and stepped forward, a new courageous light in her eyes.

"You have no right to do this!" She yelled clear and defiantly right in the dog's face.

It just shook it's mighty head and…laughed. "Holly Underwood, do not question me. If Zeus did not wish it, then I would not be doing it. Now stand back! Unless you would like to be caught in the crosshairs too."

Ok, the first thing that struck odd to me, besides the dog having the ability to talk, was the voice. It was the same voice of the wolf that attacked me at school! I sheepishly checked if the dog had the crescent moon on its forehead. Yep, it did.

The second thing was that Holly's last name was Gram yet the monster referred to her as "Underwood." Less important, I know but hey, at least I notice things!

"How have you possessed this thing?" Holly ventured further. "You have no right to hellhounds!"

"Queen Persephone owed me a favor." The woman's voice replied cooly. "But that is not important. Now, give me the girl!"

I felt my mom's arm twist around my waist comfortingly and quickly whispered, "What ever happens, I love you. Go with Holly. She will take you somewhere safe. Don't ever try to contact your family again. Greg McThane is not your father. Your life was a lie. Good luck my daughter. This is all my fault. I hope you will forgive me." Woah what? Life is a lie? What is she thinking!

And then, my crazy, way too nice, awesome mom ran ahead and got in front of Holly. "Am I who you are looking for?" Her words echoed through the empty road.

The dog smiled in satisfaction yet it's eyes burned with revenge, "Hello Amy." The voice sent chills down my spine.

Now the sky above us roared as storm clouds were now barreling in fast, the wind picking up, "Leave my daughter alone!" My mother ordered but her voice quivered, making me feel proud of her even in the face of danger.

"No!" woman's voice was starting to get annoyed. "This mistake has caused enough damage on our world! Getting rid of her will set things straight! But you also have a part in this too, maybe the blame should be on you!" Then, the paw, claws out a glistening in the moonlight, was lifted and it swung at my mom. I screamed and Holly bounced back and grabbed a hold of me, shielding me.

I was in such a panic I almost didn't see the next miraculous thing that happened. Right before my momma got hit, she yelled something I couldn't understand. Suddenly, there was a flash of lightning and it hit the dog as it smacked my mom. It instantly disintegrated on the spot, with the voice of the woman crying out in frustration then fading, our little doggy problem solved.

But, of course, there was that little matter of my mom being hit by a giant paw with claws.

"No!" I screamed and ran after her, Holly hot on my feet. She had flown about 100 feet and landed in the meadow, not that far across the road. As soon as I saw her, I knew it wouldn't turn out so good. Her body was twisted and broken, bleeding from several areas. I collapsed on the ground beside her and took her hand, which was already cold and icy. My mother, Amy McThane, was dead.

I didn't cry. I didn't moan. I only got angry. Whose fault was this? It certainly wasn't mine! I needed something I could point my finger at and scream at and since the dog was gone…my last resort was Holly.

"What did you do!" I stood and turned to face Holly, the wind whipping my messy ragged brown hair in my face, the rain splattering my wrinkled clothes.

But she didn't seem to hear me, for she was staring up a near by hill that was marked with a pine tree and a dark looming figure I just figured to be a cow.

"Well? Holly Underwood? What now? Thanks to probably you, we are stuck in who knows where with no car!" But she still wouldn't look at me. I shook with irrational fury and stomped over to her and slapped her in the face. She started to fall back, face horrified but things got strange. The flowers she was about to fall back on pushed her back up. Just reached out and gave her a nudge to balance. I gasped and stared at her as she glared at me. She opened her mouth so say something but I just waved her away.

"Ahh forget it! I tired of all this crazy crap!" I went back to my mother and knelt on the ground and started to bawl my eyes out. Holly joined me after a while but I needed some time alone of course.

But I didn't get it because soon, I heard the pounding of a horse galloping towards us. Stunned, I looked up to see a tall figure approaching, a bow in hand. Two teenager like shadows followed. The rain died down and the wind stopped. I crouched over my mom protectively and squinted my eyes to adjust to the morning sunlight that engulfed the meadow. It didn't even phase me when I realized the horse was really a man-horse, centaur, with kind brown eyes and a loving face. The two other kids that flocked him were a girl and boy, both carrying swords and smiles.

But there isn't no way in heck this random mythological creature was going to do anything to me.

The pony boy spoke in a soft voice, "April McThane, we have come to help."

"No!" I shouted getting all defensive. "Enough fairy-tale creatures have come into my life to "help"," I directed that to Holly, "or destroy me and I know by now either I'm the one who is crazy or your not going to help at all! But just make things worse! So just get away! And while your at it, call me a cab! Or and get this thing," I thrusted my finger at Holly, "away from me!"

The centaur sighed and in his face, I could tell he knew I wont let him do anything to me.

So, he nodded at the girl in the back and she trotted up to me, a dreamy flouting attitude to her step. I didn't get time to look at her or freak out because she placed her hand on my neck as fast as a mongoose and muttered "Nighty night."

Bet you guess what happened next! Yep, I passed out. Only this time, I didn't have any dreams.

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