This one's dedicated to EJ8012 for the idea.
Two nights after the scene, I had a very weird dream.
It started with a woman and a man. The woman had chocolate brown hair and silver eyes. She wore jeans and tunic. Her chocolate brown hair was in one long braid.
The man had black shaggy messy hair and was tall. He had dark brown eyes and wore jeans and a t-shirt.
The couple were sitting in a patio, talking, their expressions showing, that they were worried.
"–Zeus would suspend my time on Earth by a eon if he found out!" the woman said, her voice strained while looking up at the sky.
"Hera, listen. He's bothered you, so it is time you've gotten your part of the bargin," the man said.
Hera started to cry. "But he will kill you when he finds out. I don't want him to send you down to my brother!" The man patted her back.
"Hera, it's okay." I was surprised at his bravery. She shook her head wildly.
"No. I–I can't let this happen. I have to stop." The man looked at her sadly.
"If it'll make you happy." Hera laughed.
"Do you know it was your belief of the Greek Gods that brought my attention? The way you married people, the cultural way..." she stared at the sky, which was booming with thunder. "I have to go. Is this the end?" she asked sadly. The man took her hand.
"I don't know, Hera. I don't know."
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The dream shifted to a baby boy being sweeped down in a basket toward a doorstep by the wind. The wind banged against the door then ceased. The man opened the door, he looked tired, then again, it was nighttime. He looked at the basket with the baby and sighed.
"You look exactly like your mother. I wish she could watch you grow up." He took the basket inside and placed the basket on a wooden table that held stacks of paper. The man started making baby faces at the baby who giggled and tried to grab him with little, adorable hands.
Then the dream shifted to a little five year old, with silver eyes, playing jump rope with a snake. The five year old giggled. A woman, with red hair and gold rimmed glasses looked over. The teacher realized what the child was holding and screamed. The father looked over, he gave a yelp then ran toward the child. He snatched the snake away and then stared at the sky, anger in his eyes.
"Zeus," he muttered.
The dream shifted again, this time, there was a ten year old boy, sitting down on a patio during Mother's day, doing nothing. Watching with jealousy as people enjoyed their mothers but he didn't. The father watched sadly, his hair had started to turn gray.
A child passed with his mother screaming "I love you!" and the little boy bit his lip. The father hugged his child, his eyes tearing up. Another child walked by delightfully laughing as his mother told a story, the little boy screamed with jealousy.
"Why don't I have a mother?!" he asked his father. "Why did she leave us?! I hate her!"
The father looked at his son, tears spilling out.
"It's much more complicated than you think, Nickolas."
Then there was an eleven year old screaming as his father went down. The body, sprawled across the floor, a horrifying image. And the exact same thing that happened with me. A woman with scaly skin, a forked tongue, and brown chestnut hair, advanced toward the boy. The boy ran up a long flight of stairs and dashed through a long corridor into a brightly colored bathroom. bathroom and locked the door. I heard hiss, recognizing Enchinda. The door shattered open.
"I knew a girl exactly like you. She escaped, but this time you won't escape. For I am Enchinda! And Zeus has sent me himself, a great honor, young half-blood!" Her claws streched toward him exactly like she had done with me. The boy bit his lip and looked around. His eyes darted at a knife on the top of a cupboard. He looked between Enchinda and the knife. He jumped onto the lid of the toilet and grabbed the knife. Enchinda hissed and lunged. The boy screamed and plunged the knife into Enchinda's heart. He watched, trembling, as Enchinda disingrated, slowly turning into yellow powder.
The boy carefully, jumped off the toilet lid and tiptoed into the corridor. He hesiantly, walked down the staircase into the living room. His father made no sound. The boy buried his face in the red sofa, crying hysterically.
The scene shifted to an older version of the boy. A blond boy threw his electric spear at a little boy with black hair, black eyes, pale skin and black clothing. The older boy jumped in front of the boy and a flash of silver blinded me from seeing the rest.
I jumped up from my bed, trembling, because there was one thing I was sure of. I hugged my pillow just to make sure it was real. But it all made sense, the stories he had told me.
I had just seen Nickolas' history and future.
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*Dramatically*
Who was that little boy? Does Nickolas die? And why does Rhea need to know this?
Reviews and the closer we'll get to the truth!