The yellow curtains flapped in the chilly breeze, thunder rumbling in the distance. Dark gray clouds tumbled closer to camp, circling around the force field used to prevent bad weather. The tension was high in the air, static electricity coming in waves. The Gods were angry.
I slammed the window shut, the air growing warm once again. The wind was brutal, and even Jason couldn't stop it. In the center of my cabin, a small fire glowed, both for warmth and comfort. A cello lay in the furthermost corner, right next to a small wooden chair and a music stand. I sat cross-legged on the yellow bedspread of my golden fourposter bed, a notebook in hand. Singing a song was easily done, but writing one took a little more time. Once I sang it, I didn't remember it unless I wrote it down before. That didn't help when I had "moments" where I would sing a song and never know why Or what I sang.
So far, the composition was about the wind, changing as easily as taking a breath. It sounded sad and forlorn, but oddly beautiful, the words going like this.
The past is gone,
On the wind.
Future is forward,
Around the bend.
I look at you,
Here and now.
And wonder how I got here.
The time alone,
I have found,
Brings me back,
To the present.
Thinking about the future now,
Punished then,
Don't look now.
Danger lurks in front of me...
I stop writing, reading the last four lines over and over in my mind. Why? Why do I write and not remember? Everything I do has to do with not looking at the future. What do the Fates have in store for me. Suddenly, a knock on my door snaps me back to reality, and I stand up, dropping my notebook and pen to the floor. The door swings open, and Damon steps into the light of the fire. It glows unnaturally, as if it sensed his presence, and maybe it did.
"Hey. I thought you'd be here. The Gods are angry." He walks through the cabin, pulling back the curtain in front of the window. The wind outside the little bubble that protected us was creating massive waves by the ocean that repeatedly slammed against the force field.
"Ya. I know. It seems strange that none of us have had dreams the past couple of days."
"I'm enjoying it. You look well rested for once." Damon tucked a stray strand of blonde hair behind my ear, pulling me closer.
"So do you." I replied, leaning into him, my head resting on his shoulder. I closed my eyes. The days after the incident with Piper had made me the subject of all gossip. Luckily, Damon agreed with me that it was fair to aggravate Piper by lying to her. But Chiron didn't. He thought it was a valuable weapon in real battle, but not something to use against your opponent during training. Truthfully, I was glad that I found a weapon, but didn't intend to use it for personal gain, like everyone thought I would.
"Has Apollo contacted you since then?" Damon asked, referring to my fight with Piper. I sighed.
" No." I mumbled into his shoulder. We had started to move slowly through the room, dancing to a nonexistent tune, or maybe it was the constant hum of music that quietly vibrated throughout the room.
" Aren't you worried? What if something happened to the Gods? There haven't been any new Demigods for a while." His lips lightly brushed my forehead, his hand sliding around my waist.
"Something's telling me not to look to the future, so I'm trying to focus on the here and now." I said, looking up at him. He ran a hand through my hair.
" What do you mean?" Damon asked, looking into my eyes. By this time, we had stopped moving.
" Every time I write or sing, it always has to do with the future. So far, it's been, 'Don't look at the future. The future's dangerous. Punishment will follow.'. It's starting to scare me." I exclaimed, sinking to my knees and leaning against the wall behind me. He sat down too, putting an arm across my shoulders.
" We'll figure everything out, Christian. I promise. Tell me when it happens again. We can make sense of all this."
I smiled, caressing his cheek with my thumb. He took my hand and squeezed it gently. Someone screamed. More screams followed. Jumping to our feet, Damon with a dagger, and I with a bow, we ran outside, only to see that our world was bathed in gold and orange light and piercing heat.