Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson. Or Michael Yew. I wish I did though...
A Dream Come True
I didn't know what the time was but there was only a little sunlight. As I watched the war outside my window I started to feel bad. I knew I wouldn't be much help but the kids on my side of the bridge seemed to be fighting a lost battle. Literally. Of course, this was a dream anyway. It's not like everyone in Manhattan could fall asleep at exactly the same time and not wake up for... I looked at the clock and realised that I couldn't remember how long ago it was that my family fell asleep and haven't woken up since. Time seemed to travel slower.
Besides, I know that minotaurs do not exist. Neither do black pegasi. The winged horse caught my attention and I stared outside again. A boy and a blonde girl on two separate pegasi landed and leaped off their steeds as a shorter guy ran up to them and started talking with them urgently. In the middle of their conversation, the new person fired an arrow from his bow with great accuracy, even though he hadn't even been looking when he fired. To watch the arrow soar through the air was a beautiful sight. Much unlike the minotaur. Nevertheless, the first, black haired boy seemed to kill it with ease. Then he did the most stupid thing ever. I'm not even exaggerating – he charged head on towards the hoard of enemies.
He and the girl fought the monsters together. They were truly a great team. Suddenly she was stabbed by a guy in an, and I'm not even joking, eye patch and she fell down bleeding badly. The Pegasus boy shouted something and his black flying horse swooped down and took the girl away. The main two warriors touched blades and I could see everyone move slightly, as if the ground had shaken, which at this point seemed like a possibility. I heard the large boy shout something which sounded like "TITAN!" and then the whole bridge shook and I was thrown against a wall. Scrambling up to see what would happen next, I noticed that the shorter boy from earlier on was balancing precariously on a suspension cable. He and his friend conveyed a message and the black haired boy stuck his sword in the bridge. 'It broke' is an understatement but it happened so fast, I didn't know how to describe it, though I did see the blonde boy with the bow land in a yard behind my house. Apparently nobody else had, I observed. I hurried downstairs and to the boy.
I inspected his body (not like that you dirty minded people) for any serious injuries. He had a few bruises and possibly a broken arm but nothing too serious. At least he was alive. I figured that one of his friends would come and find him so I put my coat over him and started to walk back to my house. Then I heard him let out a little moan. I turned round and saw him stir. Quickly, I hurried back to his side and looked at his hair. Suddenly, his eyes opened with no warning. I gasped and jumped back. He'd made me jump. His mouth twitched upwards and he half smiled, then he became serious and started coughing hard. He turned sideways and leant over the ground, one hand clutching his side, the other supporting his body. You could tell that each time he coughed, it hurt his lungs.
"Are you okay? Do you need any help?" I asked him, only aware after I said it that I was whispering.
"I'm-" When he spoke, you could tell it hurt him. "I'm fine."
"Yeah right. Do you need some help getting back to my place?" I offered him my arm and he took it.
"Thanks." He limped as we slowly made our way to my living room.
It'll get more interesting in a bit. I wasn't sure about exactly how the fight at the top went (yes it's the part in PJatO #5) so if part of it is wrong, please correct me.