Chapter 9: Koralee
A girl with dark, long hair and a scowl on her pretty face stepped down some stairs, her hand on a silver doberman...
"You must retrieve her Octavian. She does not belong there. Neither does he," She said looking to her left, and speaking in a whisper for the second sentence.
The teen she was speaking to, Octavian, was gangly, and had sandy blond hair, and crazy eyes.
"But-"
"No buts." The girl said. "Get it done in two weeks. Take anything you need to get there, but make sure you pick up the passage, no matter the means by which you do it."
The image shifted.
I was now in a field of rolling hills and grass. Suddenly, a herd of thoroughbred horses trotted up to me. The first one, obviously the leader, was red, very tall, and had four socks on each leg, and a star on his forehead. Upon seeing me, he nuzzled my face with his nose. I hugged and pet him, showing him the love I have always had for him, ever since he was a foal. But what happened next was totally unexpected. He, along with the others, started to rear, as fast-motion clouds started to circle around us. And then he sprouted wings. Magnificent, beautiful, red wings. Lightning struck nearby.
Get on! I heard inside my head. My eyes widened. This isn't happening.
Once again, the image shifted.I was sitting in Percy's living room. There was still dried blood on the floor where I had been, and hoof prints ,and shoe prints trailing in and out of the puddle. The window was completely gone, the white curtains, stained with blood, flowing in the wind. I still remember being under that thing. The only thought in my head was to get it off of me. I didn't even feel that it had punctured my shoulder until it had yanked it's paw off and out of me.
Sally and Paul rushed into the room. "He's gone."
"I hope that poor girl is alright."
Sally immediately smelled smoke. She ran towards the stove in the kitchen, and turned the still- lit burner off, taking the now flaming grilled cheese, doused it with water, and threw it away. She washed the pan off in the sink, while Paul checked the rest of the apartment.
He came back moments later, saying it was clear, and Sally threw herself at him. He smiled down at her hugging him. "He'll be okay Sally. He always is."
She just shook her head, smiling with tears in her eyes, as if saying, you don't even know the half of it.
Suddenly, the burners on the stove erupted in flames that shot up to the ceiling, and a heavy, gas smell filled the apartment. Sally looked at Paul in horror, and they ran out of the apartment as fast as they could, before the oven exploded with a loud BOOM!