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Chapter 4:
I used to love to see how long people would notice that they didn't have their wallets or money with them. It was like watching idiots discover they weren't as smart as they thought they were. That was why I loved to pickpocket. It was almost like a game to me, one which I thankfully didn't play much, only when I needed something. I wasn't given he luxury of anything descent.
"Reagan let's get you back. I can tell that you're exhausted." He told me. I sighed, even the person, or god in this case could tell how tired I was. There are times you just got to hate Hypnos. I know it's his job and all to make you sleep, but why would he try then? I fell asleep instantly when I eventually found the bed. I bet Apollo had a good laugh after that.
It's strange that when someone can't see in reality they can still see in dreams. Unfortunately that still makes them susceptible to demigod dreams...
I saw a tall, black strong looking figure in the far corner of a cave. There were bones everywhere I looked. I took a step forward.
"There you are, I've been looking for you. Are you ready to die young heroes." The figure told me. I was trying to panic, but failing miserably. There were two people besides me. One boy; one girl. The boy had fiery red hair and clear blue eyes, while the girls hair was a plain brown with the same blue eyes. Were they siblings?
"Not today-" The girl started to say before I woke up.
What was that about? Why was I there? A bunch of questions were entering my mind all at once. I told myself it was all a dream, but somehow I didn't believe myself. Morpheus was telling me something and it was important. Unfortunately I didn't figure it out before it was too late.
(I know it's pathetic. A child of Athena not figuring something out, but it's the truth and I swore on the river of Styx before I started telling my story to tell only the truth. You'll find out why later...)
I started to calm myself down. It was the only thing I could do. I couldn't pace or I might run into something; I couldn't count sheep when I can't really even see the sheep to count. (I never did that anyway...)
"Hello Reagan..." A male voice told me...