Was he in a coma?
Do coma patients even have dreams?
Did people in coma even have nightmares?
With both hands he rubbed the sides of his temple sighing.
"Percy?" Lily asked in worry. Percy didn't know if he was relieved or upset.
Relieved that she is fine. Upset that everything that had happen was a reality.
"Dude you have been knocked out for five minutes." Alex said as he held Nathan close to his body.
"Have anything happened?" Percy throat sounded hoarse, even to his own ears.
"Not yet." Lilly mummered.
Suddenly a wail pierced through the darkness and Percy paled.
"They are starting to fight." Alex eyes widened in shock. "Are they that desperate?"
"I can' really blame them, but still, taking people's life for their own." Lily scoffed. "How selfish."
"What does that mean?" Everyone's faced the shivering form of Nathan. "Are we going to die?"
"No." Percy growled. "We aren' going to stoop to their level. We aren' going to kill."
"We are not going to follow your freaking rules!" Percy yelled to the humid air hoping the mysterious host of this hellhole could hear him.
He swore that he heard a deep laugh, but no one else gave any sign that they heard it.
Looking at the fear showing from Nathan's wide eyes everyone stared at each other with a nod and an understanding.
They were going to protect him from pain and from death. They were going to make sure he doesn't see the bodies, that were no doubt, going to litter the ground beneath them.
It was a silent oath, though not binding, felt stronger than swearing upon the River of Styx.
As he looked at his hands he noticed something.
A weird symbol was engraved into the palm of his hands. It resembled a broken heart with ragged wings. Almost like a fallen angel.
As if the Praetor Symbol burnt into my arm wasn't enough.
In a way it was ironic. The symbol of a fallen angel. Sure he was a hero and a betrayed one at that, but he hadn't fallen just yet. He didn't succumb to his dark side or have given up on the goodness of people.
He wasn't broken and that was why he found himself glaring at the tattoo as if he could intimidate it to go away.
Percy had no such luck and tensed when he heard another piercing scream. He glanced at Nathan's small figure and something stirred inside of him.
A desire to protect and keep him ignorant of this new harsh reality.