Hannah's POV
I was walking down towards the stables on the farm. It was dusty and the only thing green here are the crops and paint for the chicken coop. I was half way there, when a man suddenly appeared next to me. He had a short beard that hung from his chin, his eyes were seaweed green. He wore board shorts and a simple top while I wore a white t-shirt and skinny jeans in the dusty hot sun.
"I'll come," He said. He sounded like he was gasping for air at each word –like he was drowning. "We'll meet, but you have to promise that you won't leave once I tell you who I am."
"Who are you?" I asked. The wind picked up. Dust went everywhere. My eyes stung from the dust getting into them. I rubbed them, making it only worse then it already is. It was impossible to see, but I still heard his voice.
"The eyes of the sea."
I bolted up from my bed as I do every night after that dream. It seems so real –like it has happened, or going to.
I checked myself for any dust clinging onto my clothing or my skin. Nothing. I got out of bed, slipped into my boots and headed to the stables as I do every night after the dream. Each night, I dream nightmares, each night; I take my mind off the nightmare by doing the second thing I love –riding horses.
My horse has black fur and mane. It's tall and beautiful, I remember whistling like a wild life bird whistler, and it came to me. Ever since that day, she's been mine and I love her.
I put a saddle on her back, tightened the grip and brought her outside. I slowly lifted myself on her back, and rode her for hours. I would start riding her at moonlight, and stop at sunrise. Normally around the time my mum gets out of bed.
"Good girl," I said looking ahead. The wind blew in my hair and her mane. It felt so nice to feel the wind going through my body. It felt nicer to be in the water, on the water –exploring an unknown island where I get to stay and grow old. Ha, I've got big dreams ahead of me.
"Hannah," I hadn't realised that my mum was up, and the sun hasn't risen yet. "Come back inside, you can ride her in the morning." I sighed, but followed my mum's orders. We live on a farm away from . . . Everything in life. It's by mum's boyfriend's farm, so it sucks. "Go back to bed, sweetie."
I sighed again, walked inside to my room, lie on my bed without changing or taking off my boots and waited for the nightmares to come again.
"I'll come," He said. Again, he sounded like he was gasping for air at each word –like he was drowning. "We'll meet, but you have to promise that you won't leave once I tell you who I am."
"Who are you?" I asked. The wind picked up. Dust went everywhere. My eyes stung from the dust getting into them. I rubbed them, making it only worse then it already is. It was impossible to see, but I still heard his voice.
"The eyes of the sea."
Again, I bolted from my bed only this time, my mum was next to me, dabbing my head with a wet cloth. "It'll be fine." My mum promised. "Get changed and we'll cook some lunch."
"What about breakfast, the most important meal of the day?" I asked. "What happened to that?"
"You slept through breakfast, now, time for lunch." My mum was the nicest person I know; the second nicest person is Sally. I don't know her last name though, weird. She knows mine. We lost contact with Sally when our house got taken away from the bank. Hey, what's weird is that I don't even know Sally. Nope, never meet her before, but I used to eavesdrop while they were talking, but shortly I would get bored and do something else.
"Hannah. Come here, I want you to meet someone!" Great.
I walked to the front door. There standing, a tall woman with a windbreaker and jeans stood before me. She had short hair and blue eyes. "Hi, Hannah," Her voice was soft and sweet like honey. "I'm Sally."
"Hi Sally." I said. I had no idea what to do now. I just stood there and smiled. "Can I go please?"
"Yes sweetie." My mum said.
Ritchie's POV
I brought in a cup of tea for Sally. She's the nicest person you'll ever know. If you do something big like steal a baby from the hospital, then she wouldn't get all worked up about it, no, Sally would sit you down on a chair and just talk.
"How are things going?" Sally asked.
"Which type of things?"
"Supernatural things,"
"Oh, yeah. I think she's been getting nightmares, every morning I get up, she's outside riding her horse. She hasn't been getting enough sleep and I really want the best for her but five years ago when they took our house, she hasn't been in touch with the water." I replied.
"Who's her father?"
"Poseidon,"
"So she's Greek." Sally took a sip of her tea. "So is Percy."
"That means they're siblings."
"Yeah," Sally put down her tea and leaned forward. "My husband –Paul –and I just brought a house with a swimming pool, would you and Hannah like to stay with us for a while?"
"Oh, I can't do that. You've got a family of your own –"
"Percy is at Camp Half Blood for the summer, and she needs to feel the water against her skin again. We can always find a horse riding club and she can ride horses there."
"But –"
"No buts, Ritchie." Sally laughed. "Please, and Paul would be okay with it."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Are you really sure?"
"Yes."
"Are you really, really, really sure?"
"Yes, Ritchie."
"Give us a couple of day first." I replied. "I also need to break the news that I'm breaking up with Marcus. I don't need him anymore, and I know that he needs more then me."
"Good luck." Sally left the house, and I went and sat on my bed, thinking about how the break up should go.
Hannah's POV
I sat in my room, looking at myself in the mirror. I had my bathes on –one piece, blue. I've always wanted to go swimming in them again, but as you can see, I can't.
I grabbed a towel from my chair and went into the bathroom. I dropped the towel on the floor, locked the door and started to fill the bath up with water. It took a while, and it was Luke Warm, but it was the best that I could get. I slowly brought my body into the water, and finally was laying in the bath. My hair floated around me and my body was wet and cold.
The water swayed around my finger, and I felt a cold breeze go along my face. "Just like the beach."
Poseidon's POV
I stood in the bathroom, watching Hannah fill the bath with water, and relaxing in the water. I wonder what lead to this. She shouldn't be in a bath just to feel the water; she should be in the sea, having fun with friends.
"Just like the beach." My daughter said. I could see the water dancing along her body and following her fingers. She closed her eyes, and started to dream. I held her head so that she didn't die, even know she can't in the water, she doesn't know that. She was soundless when she was sleeping, until the sleep talking started. She said stuff like: 'I'll come' and 'We'll meet,' but the last word she said that struck me was: 'The eyes of the sea.' Then she bolted up from the water. She heaved heavily and looked down at her body. "The eyes of the sea . . ." She muttered. "To me that only means . . . Neptune, or, Poseidon."
Now, this is a good time to introduce myself to her. At the front door.
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