Aiden was having an average day. His coffee this morning tasted average, his shower had been average; nothing was really perking up his day. He placed his now cold mug of coffee on the small wooden table beside the couch and lent into its cushions. He sighed and switched on the TV. He browsed through the channels and came across something worth watching. He made himself comfortable and turned up the volume. Soon his head drooped and his eyes started to flutter closed. He jumped up and glanced at the white clock ticking on the wall to his right. 7:49 am. Really? How could he be tired? He yawned and shook his head, his hair whipping across his face. He decided he would just go to bed, may as well catch up on sleep while he could.
That night Aiden's dream changed. He was sitting in a circular chamber like room made of dirt and rock. There was barely any light except for the glow of a figure hunched on the floor. She was wearing a long white silk dress and a golden laurel wreath on her light brown ringlets. Aiden thought she was beautiful. She turned and stood up to face Aiden. Aiden couldn't help staring into her mesmerizing green eyes. "Who are you?" asked Aiden. "I am Bellum of Crete, a long forgotten princess. I was one of the most beautiful maidens of all time," answered Bellum. "I uh, um uh. . ." stuttered Aiden. Bellum laughed and smiled at him. Her eyes seemed to twinkle. Aiden could only stare at her beauty. She continued, "You need to know something. Sometimes it's easier to betray than to love. This was something I struggled with in my youth. I hope you understand what I mean," she smiled and blew a kiss at Aiden. Then the dream changed. He was standing on a cliff facing a huge humanoid creature. He glanced over the cliff, but all he could see was mist. He shivered and glanced next to him. There was Bellum. He glanced at the monster and understood something: Either himself or Bellum had to jump off the cliff. Aiden took a deep breath and turned around. He closed his eyes and jumped.
The next morning (yep, he slept all day) Aiden felt like his head had turned to stone. His dreams usually never changed but hey, the last dream made no sense whatsoever. He rubbed his eyes and lay there staring at the ceiling. The morning light had stated filtering through his light grey curtains and the first cold winds of autumn were creeping in through all the nooks and crannies. Aiden sat up and glanced at his alarm clock. He smiled and shook his head. 10:48 am. He slept for over 24 hours. He didn't feel any different as he sauntered into the bathroom and turned on the shower. He let the water run over him and drip off his hair. Afterwards he grabbed a pair of jeans, a dark red T- shirt and a black hoodie. He entered the kitchen and opened the fridge. The only interesting things there were apple juice and leftover spaghetti, so he settled for that. If only he knew what the dream meant.
Kallisto was convinced that this kid had no stomach. Skye had returned with medical supplies and started to clean Kallisto's wound. Kallisto's body had tried to withstand the pain but it seemed to be a lost cause. Kallisto winced as Skye wiped the last bit of antiseptic and disinfectant over the wound. Next she found a small needle and black thread along with many bandages and so proceeded to stitch up the wound. Kallisto did her best not to writhe or scream but her self- control wasn't good in the best of times. Eventually the stitching was done and the bandages were wrapped tightly around Kallisto's waist. "Thank you," said Kallisto, wiping the sweat and tears from her face. "Not a problem," replied Skye with a sympathetic smile. Kallisto lent on Skye's shoulder and the two walked slowly over to the mirage door. "How did you even get into this place?" asked Kallisto. "Well, I controlled the Mist to allow me to change the tunnels throughout this place. And eventually I overheard the guards talking about the new prisoner, which I assumed was you." "What is this Mist even?" mumbled Kallisto. Skye laughed and explained how the mist shields the human eye from monsters and Gods and all mythological things. "Ah huh," said Kallisto. They turned down another passage to their left and then another to their right. "Ok, this should be an exit out of here," said Skye as she felt around on the wall. "That's strange. I could have sworn this was where I came in." "Ah, Skye? You may want to turn to your right." Skye turned and saw a huge creature glaring down at them. It had a helmet with enormous horns and armour with what looked like constellations on it. "Ah, you thought you could get out did you? Well I'll just have to deal with you myself." He stepped forward and raised his sword. "Kallisto, run!"