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The First Daughter

Night of Hermes' Cabin

Chapter Three:

Since I wasn't officially claimed yet, so I had to stay in the Hermes cabin which, the guys whistling saying that I had a blessing of Aphrodite, all the STINKIN' TIME. The Stoll brothers were nice enough but still tricksters. They gave me a sleeping bag and a pillow and a little space for me to sleep in. The girls well, still tricksters and let's just say while I was dreaming, they plotted my demise.

But my dream was important, Darren said something about demigod dreams: They're horrible.

I saw the moon it was full, the crisp air around me chilled my bones. Then I saw something in the moon and descending fast. It was a little dot at first, but as it came closer I could see a person it came closer the person was holding something close in their arms protecting it gently. As the person now young woman, came down I heard a noise as if it was an atom bomb coming down rather than this woman. The woman hit the ground and the atom bomb landed. The ground shattered against her landing, cracking against her force.

The woman cradled something in her arms, the woman stopped for a moment and checked the cradled object in her arms. Then it suddenly hit me, “Mom?” I tried to whisper but my mouth seemed to be taped shut. I heard the babble of a baby in her arms and Mom tickled the baby's chin, and then looked behind her and began to run with swift movements.

She ran passed me and my hair seemed to want to fly with her. I felt a slight night breeze blowing against me, my legs worked themselves and I chased after Mother. She kept running, I heard some howling and screeching behind us, I didn't know what it was but fear rose in the pit of my stomach, these things that we were running from were threatening to say the least. But mom kept running, she didn't fight she just ran.

Then she met someone at the edge of a Forrest. I recognized him instantly, “Uncle?” My mouth refused to work. My Uncle came out of his relaxed state, and came to receive Mother. “They're still after her.”
My Uncle opened his arms to receive the baby, but mom hesitated, she raised the baby to her face. The little baby laughed as it reached for it's mother's face, Mom offered her finger instead and whispered something to the baby and kissed the baby on the forehead. I heard Mother sniff a little, she pulled her finger away from the baby and carefully handed the baby to my Uncle. “Be careful brother.”

My Uncle nodded solemnly, “I will.”
“Make sure you get her to her Father. She'll be safer with him.”
My Uncle only nodded again, he turned to leave, but Mother called after him, “Please brother make sure she'll be ok.”
“I'll make sure personally.” He said, “And who knows you might be able to see her someday.”
Mother only stared blankly as if she didn't believe it, “Go brother before they find you, I'll lead them away from you.”
My Uncle nodded and turned and ran.

I heard the baby cry, I felt myself cry, not like crying with them, no I felt the exact crying from the baby as if I was the one crying. I felt it, I felt everything, the warmth from my uncle's arms, the chill of the night chair against my face, the tears rolling down my cheeks. I began to break down, now my body finally listened to me as I broke down.
“Mom.” I wept out loud.

Even though I knew my mother, I only knew form the small times we saw each other each year, and I couldn't be with her more only because... I completely broke down . I spilled my own tears, I felt my lungs heave for air.

I screamed, sitting straight up and the girls of Hermes cabin backed away. It took a only second to gather as I looked at my hand filled with shaving scream and I quickly smashed the cream in the face of the girls That felt good to know that their prank failed. Everyone else who wasn't involved laughed their heads off. I smiled myself then I noticed a little girl with a sleeping bag that was watching quietly and somewhat nervously, but she kept to herself, and I looked away, remembering my dream.

Comments

@WritingDreams
Glad to hear that! I am writing the squeal now and if you click my profile you will find other stories I author in...

Eliza Rush Eliza Rush
2/23/15

@Eliza Rush
I know what you mean. All the characters in my book usually have something of me in them.


@Blackjack Tempest
Kinda but not really... In all honesty all the character have a little bit of me in them...

Eliza Rush Eliza Rush
2/16/15

Did you base Eliza on yourself?

Really well written! I truly appreciated the whole storyline, with its well-development characters and adventurous plot. I would love to read some more.

WritingDreams WritingDreams
1/28/15