Charmspeak

The forest was quiet tonight. I had never enjoyed this time of the year. It was November. Anything that came around this time either died or lost its life. It was useless, people couldn't hide their nature, they were charmed into a life like this.

Turning around, I noticed the serene scenery of the old wickery bridge. It was the gateway into and out of town. Newtown Virginia to be exact. It was a small town that wasn't half bad. We had a variety of liveliness. It was like this town was the best of the world. Walking back to my small mustang class of 2006, I smiled. Cutting the ignition, I reved the engine once and drove over the bridge and back into town.

Back in town, things weren't normal. The entire market was closed, at this time? It's only six-forty. i thought to myself. On a sunday it'd still be livid.

Arriving at the house, I parked my car in the drive-way and locked up my car. The house was an old fashioned house, with a porch and a two story perch on top. Walking inside, I said hi to my dad, Ethan Mitchells, the atterny of law.

As I walked up stairs into my room, I felt a sudden change of atmosphere. Uncapable of expressing the feeling, I decided to go to bed.

In my dream, I saw a world far form reality. Various creatures stormed the streets of Downtown New York City. Standing within an army of teenagers, was a boy with black hair and green eyes. He looked confident yet distant, like he was off somewhere else.

Beside him was a girl with blonde hair and stormy gray eyes. Upon looking at her I murmured the name, "Athena?" She was the spitting image of her. The flawless skin, the stormy gray eyes. Even her hair style was similar to the Ancient Greek Deity.

In a shatter of glass the dream alternated. I was standing at an old abandoned shopping store. Hearing voices from a distance, I noticed two girls. No wait, it was a teenaged girl with lovely features and a woman, flawless and raw. Looking into her eyes, I noticed a history of conqured men in her wake. She was another one. The dove herself. The last child of Ouranos. The first Olympian. Aphrodite.

Noticing the person, she was speaking with, I couldn't help but feel a connection to this girl. She was beautiful, but intising. She had brown cloppy hair and eyes that extended like a kalidescope. The girl was beautiful, in a skater kind of way.

In a cycle of visions, I saw gods one after another. The next was a wolf goddess. Lupa- the she-wolf. Protector of the Roman Legions. Followed by Pluto- the God of Riches and the dead. Then came Mars- The god of war and Rome. Followed by the last but not least Hephaestus, the god of fire.

Every deity was different, but they all seemed connected. Almost like every one of the images I had seen meant something. But what? In a shimmer of light, I woke to notice a strange creature gazing upon me. It looked like a dog, but had a more prudent odor, almost like it had came straight from hell.

Notes

NOTES.

Dylan Mitchells has a unique dream involving the seven demigods of prophecy. What does this mean?