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Chapter 13
The Return of the Subplot
Miri didn't sleep well that night, but when she did, she dreamed of the silver dress.
It was a different room, with different stylists, but it was definitely the dress.
She barely heard one of the stylists say something about disliking the dress, she was so caught up in the reflection.
A ball, she remembered. There was a ball, and I wore this dress. Steffan was there...
Jok he goose found Isi in her dreams.
Isi had found Jok wandering the fields during the first couple months of being the goose girl. He had been injured, and in attempt to heal him, Isi had let the goose sleep in her bed.
Jok, of course, still demanded the special treatment.
Isi dreamed that night of Jok, and she dreamed of Geric. But Geric, unlike Jok, looked different than she remembered him.
He looked older. No, he looked the same age. It was his clothes - like they were from a completely different time period.
(And quite honestly, he looked better in them).
Moana was on the beach.
She wasn't sure how she knew that. District 9 didn't have beaches. But she was on the beach.
The waves washed up towards her ankles, and she felt a calling she had never felt below.
And dream or not, it was one of the realist things she had ever felt.
"Guys, I want a castle."
Flynn didn't have creative dreams a lot, but that night he did. Maybe it was the stress of the games, or the bright colors of the interview, but that night he dreamed one of the craziest dreams.
He dreamed of stealing a crown.
Cassandra dreamed of a library larger than any building she had ever been in. It was a common dream of hers, but the colors and... weirdness of the interview must have inspired her, because that dream held the largest library she had ever dreamed.
The stress of the games must have reached her, too, because she also dreamed of the library destroying itself.
Hermione dreamed of turning the interviewer into a beetle.
It was a very satisfying dream.
"You don't actually believe what you are seeing, do you?"
Percy turned around to see Nico standing behind him, dressed in the weirdest outfit he had ever seen. He had on a too-big jacket, a bright orange shirt, and necklace much like the ones Annabeth had started making.
Percy didn't know Nico well. The kid was a good couple years younger than him, and ever since his sister died in the games a couple years ago, he had been a loner. But this Nico, in his weird outfit, seemed more familiar.
"Believe what?" Percy questioned.
"The games," Nico replied. "Living in District 4. Everything. It's not true - you know it isn't. Someone has taken you and Annabeth... somewhere, maybe another world, maybe to the future, but you have to come back. We can't lost you again."
"But... but come back where?" Percy asked.
"To home," Nico replied. "When you arrived at Camp Jupiter, you still knew in your guts that it wasn't your home. I think you still know that now, too. And you have to come home. Back to New York."
"Guys, I want a castle" is from Tangled, and I do not own it either.