Dream

Dreams. Sometimes they help, and sometimes it feels like the gods are just trying to freak the heck out of you. Thankfully, the gods weren't. They just let me dream of the past. But, I guess that could count as freaking me out.

I never actually knew who my mortal parent/parents were. I don't even know if it was a they, a girl, or a boy. The farthest back I can remember is first grade, and we'd been living with a foster family. I don't remember anyone but the Smythes. It was us, and a group of three boys. We were constantly pulling pranks on each other.

I dreamt of one particular time. This one was awesome, but it was also a bit freaky. This prank kinda flipped the switch on our curse. Garrett, Dan, and Jack were walking home from school. Me and Jazz has gotten out early, and ran home to prank them.

It was awesome. As soon as they opened the door, bam. Firecrackers, and fake tar. When they walk in, they'll slip on the bubble soap, and Jazz will push the button and open the trap door. They'll land on pillows filled with feathers that will fly everywhere and stick to the fake tar. When they stand up I'll press another button, and more goop will drench them, then, the glitter shower.

Then we've gotten our revenge for them pouring paint all over us. I saw them walking up to the porch, and signaled Jazz. She nodded, and ran behind the curtain next to the door. I hid on the stairs.

Jack opened the door, Dan and Garrett right next to him. The firecrackers went off, and the goop dropped on them. Just as planned, they yelle din protest and walked in, slipping on the soap, and falling on their butts. Jazz hit the button, but they didn't fall. The door didn't open. Panicking, I hit the emergency opener on my remote, opening all of the trap doors in the house. I forgot I was standing on one.

I screamed as I fell through the floor, and into a tube. I flailed for the button, and jammed it, making sure the boys got the feathers and glitter. I waited a few seconds, and hit it again. I slid down the tube, my legs burning. I heard water, and held my breath. I saw it, and went feet first into it. I looked around and realized I was in the neighborhood pool. The 20 feet deep part.

Problem 1, I wasn't a fantastic swimmer. 2, a tarp was covering the water. My lungs started to burn. I tried to swim back into the tube, but to no avail. I swam up, hoping I could push up the tarp.

I pushed hard, and lifted my face. I got a small breath, but there wasn't a lot of air. I sank back to the bottom, guessing when summer came, they'd find my body. My adrenaline kicked in, and I started freaking out.

I ended up freezing the entire pool, including me. When I woke back up, I was laying in the grass, looking up at Jazz, but seeing past her. "Jazz. Where are we?"

"Uh, right outside the pool." she said.

"Then why do I see the Golden Gate Bridge? Jazz, I can see the Golden Gate Bridge." I started freaking out.

"Oh. Uh, focus on what you want to see, where you are right now."

I closed my eyes, and did as she suggested. I felt something behind my eyes, and opened them. I saw Jazz's face this time. "Thanks. Oh, how'd you get me out?" I asked, sitting up.

"Well, I knew the chute you went into was the pool one, so I borrowed Shelia's four wheeler, and rode over here. Uh, I figure you found out about your powers, and apparently I can turn myself into water molecules. So I melted the ice, I guess the water was warm, and pulled you out. You know, for being fitter than I am, you sure are heavy." she teased.

"Stop. Wait a minute. Water molecules?" I asked. She nodded. I laid back down and closed my eyes. "I hate my life." I said. Jazz laughed. "Me too Liz. Me too." She laid down next to me. I focused on a solution. Something that could help us. I didn't know what, I just wanted to see what would happen.

I saw a dragon guarding a tree, with something gold on it. I looked past that. Kids of almost all ages, mostly teenagers, were training. Either in dueling, rock climbing (the lava scared me), an obstacle course with deadly weapons, a wrestling mat, archery, you name it.

I focused on Jazz. "I know the perfect place to go. If we can ever find out where it is." I said with a sigh.

* * *

It's been two days, and Lizzie still wasn't awake. By some miracle, they said the sword missed her lungs, and only broke a few muscles. But there was internal bleeding. The IV connected to her arm was giving her the nutrients she needed while she was unconscious. I sat in a chair next to her bed, watching her monitor, and her.

I almost never left her bed. The only times I did was to use the bathroom, and if Vahl or Kliyah decided I needed exercise, which was almost everyday. But I didn't stay away for long. I slept in the bed next to her, and someone would bring me food after everyone else was done.

The girls would drag me out to civilization once a week to do something or other, and I would have to go along, though in a haze.

One day, about two weeks after the 'accident', I was holding Lizzie's limp hand again, when I felt her fingers slowly wrap around my hand. It was slow, but I could feel it. "Alex. ALEX!!!!" I yelled. He came bursting out of the back room. "What? What is it?"

I couldn't keep the look of happiness and nervousness off my face. I have no idea what it looks like, so don't ask. Please. "She's gripping my hand. She's moving." I said softly, looking back at Lizzie, slightly worried but mostly happy.

He went to the other side of her bed and checked her vitals. “It looks like she may be waking up.” As he was saying that, her eyes fluttered open. “Jazz?” she croaked softly.

I could feel my eyes watering. “Yeah. I'm here.”

Notes

Sorry it's been so long. Life is CRAZY. Sorry this one is so short too. I'll try and make the next on elonger