Chapter 4

As I lay in my rugged bed back at the 21st, I began dreaming. The dream was actually funny, considering everything.

You see, it wasn't really my dream, it was someone else's. Pendragon, my cousin from Second Earth, was in a dress, in jail.

"Courtney!" he yelled out, banging on the bars, which turned into spaghetti as he pounded on it. He ran down the hall towards me, somehow getting a gun that shoots marshmallows along the way. He shot the guards, then randomly appeared in front of Mark's mansion.

"Courtney! I'm out of jail! We can travel through Halla together!" he yelled at the house. Instantly, his girlfriend came running out and gave him a hug. Then, we were all floating through time and space through the flume. By all, I mean Courtney, Pendragon, myself, and Spike.

"Spike, what are you doing here?" I whispered to the guy behind me.

"Doing what Cleve asked me to do. Keep an eye on you, make sure you don't contact anyone,"

"Ohh… kay… well, I didn't ask to be here, it just happened." I grumbled, feeling the walls with my fingers as we passed by them with ease.

"Oh Bobby, where should we go after First Earth?" Courtney asked her boyfriend as she hugged him tightly.

"Maybe find Atas and her brother?" he asked, making me stare at him blankly. Even in his dreams, he's still looking for me. I smiled, covering it up with my hand.

"Why are you in this person's dream? Don't worry, he can't hear us."

"Because he was really close to be back home…" I grumbled, crossing my arms across my chest.

The shadow-like person that Spike was smiled with amusement. "Who is he, then?"

I sighed deeply. "His name's Bobby Pendragon, and I met him around Camp Half Blood. John got kidnapped, I got injected with whatever, went into a coma, and my dad didn't even want to see me!" Tears began appearing in my eyes once again. This time, over my dad, not John. "And he," I pointed straight at Pendragon. "he was the only one who stayed with me those four months I was in that coma. He refused to tell anyone a thing about what happened while he was missing for four or so years!"

Spike whistled after all that I said. "Listen, Sam, I may not be a Hypnos kid, but I can tell that he didn't make up whatever this place is just to make it up. How much of this dream is true?"

"Are you going to press me for every detail about this goof?" I asked him as we began to leave the flume, the music overtaking us.

He nodded briefly, as all of a sudden we appeared in a beautiful ballroom with a jazz band playing Green Day music. Everyone danced as if they were on Dancing With the Stars. Spike popped a shrimp from a shrimp cocktail into his mouth from a table behind me that he was sitting at.

"Don't know where we are, though. I've only been to Earth and a weird place known as Denduron." Sitting down next to him to see everyone dancing, I sighed.

He kicked up his feet onto the table, grabbing a Chinese take-out box filled with French fries and started popping them in his mouth. "Oh my gods, these are like the best fries I've ever had!"

I stole one of his fries to his protest and popped it into my mouth. "What, never had Garden Poultry before? They taste exactly the same!"

We kept eating the fries for a few minutes, savoring every bite. Whenever Spike would try to ask a question, I'd throw a fry at his face.

Five minutes or so of Pendragon talking to Courtney about their new plan to get everyone back together while they danced, the worst thing ever happened. Guess who decided to show up?

Saint Dane.

He walked into the ballroom, clapping slowly like a stereotypical movie villain from those old movies. He was wearing a black suit, a black tie to match. Three men followed him, all wearing similar suits. They were like identical triplets, those men.

"Hmm… guess this guy views DADOs as villains, huh?" Spike asked, looking at the crowd that was slowly backing up so that there was a path between the demon and Pendragon.

"Well, if it isn't the little hero himself!" Saint Dane said sarcastically. Courtney stood strong behind Pendragon, her caramel hair covering her left eye. Pendragon's arms were crossed in front of his arms, glaring down his enemy.

"What are you doing here, Saint Dane?" he practically growled.

"I came here to give you a message," he sneered, staring at me as he said it. I gulped as he said "message," my eyes searching for any exit out of this dream.

"Well, what is it, then?" Pendragon asked, stepping closer to the man he supposedly killed before we met all those months ago at camp.

"There's no way you can win this war. Not unless you do the unimaginable."

With that, the demon that's the cause of most of our grief disappeared into a cloud of smoke, fading into the night.

"Spike, can we discuss what just happened when we wake up?" I asked the son of Hades. He nodded in response.

Mumbling something under his breath, the dream began to turn foggy. Eventually, I woke up in the torn apart room that they stuffed me into for the night.

I opened the shades that separate my room from the balcony to reveal it was around nine in the morning. I stepped out onto the balcony to enjoy the luscious spring morning here in New York, 5012.

Gods, that was a weird part to write. Guess this is becoming my life, huh?

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Losing my muse, might not update for a few months, don't exactly have a plan for this anymore. Had one, but I didn't like the route.