SIMON II
We were in the stables. We were laughing about the Pegasus’s hair colors and names. Bridget looked okay, but her eyes. Her eyes. Her eyes say everything. Her emotion. That is what I love most about her. Her eyes tell everything about her.
She slipped out of the room. Bridget probably thought no one saw her, but yet I did. I told them I had leave. Ella and Isis waved goodbye. I smiled and left. By them time I got out of her room, Bridget was gone. I heard footsteps from the left hall. I ran and followed them. They twisted and turned threw many halls. Finally they stopped in front of a green room. The room has a fireplace, a love seat, and a coffee table in it. There was nobody in there, but sparks of fire was still appearing out of nowhere. Going on for what seemed like forever. I finally left as I started to hear crying. Footsteps followed the crying. As I walked to my room, I thought about how Bridget reacted to the news when she woke up. She laid there after she ran, but then she seemed fine. Especially after she found out about the powers. As I fell asleep, my thoughts were lost with vivid memories of my childhood.
My dream started on a hill. The same hill Chiron came to see me off. I went with my only friend, Oliver. We were some of the worst troublemakers at camp. Me, Oliver and his sister Olivia. We the closest friends you were had ever known. We met on the streets. His sister, Olivia died protecting camp. The week after that, I had to visit the Oracle. It was a old mummy wrapped in old bandages. I had to be the one. I wasn’t. I lied saying that it was me. I pretended when visited the oracle that I was somebody else. Oliver to be exact. Nobody knows this but me. They had to go to America, with one other person. The Oracle was usually never that specific, but this time it was. I asked Oliver, and he said yes. I wanted to have him on this quest that was supposed to be his. I just think he needed to get his sister off his mind. As we walked through the path to exit the woods, a roar came from in front of us. A very large Minotaur came charging at us, with several manticores and hell-hounds. I ran up to attack and we were getting swarmed.
“Go ahead. Leave me!” he yelled, over the monsters.
“No! I can’t” I screamed back. I was winded, and I realized we wouldn’t last longer.
“Seriously! Go ahead! This is why I wanted to go on this quest. So I could die bravely and go to my sister. Leave me!” I sprinted away. With my final step out of the forest, I heard a blood curling scream. At once all the monsters disappeared, and I dashed back to Oliver. He was barely alive. There was a large hole in his stomach. I tried to try to put pressure but he batted me away.
“Let me die. My sister needs me. You understand don’t you?” He took a few shallow breaths. “I love you Simon… Like a broth-” He collapsed and his eyes went like glass.
“Ollie! No. Ollie. Ollie. Ollie. Wake up wake up WAKE UP! Ollie. Ollie,” I screamed for ages. I cried with him in my arms. I couldn’t face camp, so I buried him by our favorite tree in the woods. I sat there and cried for days. One day I knew I had to go. So I did.
But back to the dream. I was on the hill, but with Bridget. We were laying there. I could feel her breathing. She felt so real, but not real at the same time. As I started to feel happy, the dream rippled. Shifting and changing. The hill disappeared, and it was replaced with a large figure. A deep voice boomed out.
“You there! Come here,” the figure called to another thing. “Go find the daughter of Hephaestus.” The dream shifted again. Now there was a person holding a very red hair person. She was sleeping. It was Bridget. I tried to walk to her, but it was no use. I was stuck! I couldn’t move, it was like I was watching a horror movie without being able to close my eyes. Or move. I didn’t know which one was worse.
“This demi-god is perfect! Azazeal! Set! Come here. Azazeal, I want you to find that Poseidon child. Smitty Morgan, I think his name is. And Set, I want you to haul this little girl to the dungeons,” he declared. Smitty Morgan? There is no child of Poseidon named Smitty Morgan. What if? No, I dismissed that thought out of my head. It kept coming back, until I finally realized that they wanted me. Me, Simon Moffat, Son of Poseidon. Bridget screamed, fought, and bit. I kept thinking that whole time, Where is her fire? Where is it? Then it all came together. Those footsteps. The invisible thing that made the fire sparks. It was Bridget. She lost her fire. The thing that made her, well, her. Now she didn’t have it anymore. It suddenly went dark. I abruptly woke up. The dream started to slip away, I started to grab at the air, as if that would help me get it back.
I leaped out of bed and threw on some clothes. I flew out the door on the way to rouse Jack, Ella, and Isis. I must keep going I thought. I found myself in front of Felix’s door. I thought “I must be here for a reason.” I creaked open the door, and creeped inside. Felix’s eyes were fluttering. He slowly propped himself up on his elbows and looked around, not noticing me. I slowly backed out of the room, and bolted to Ella. I was panting when I got there.
“Felix… is… awake,” was all I could get out. Ella’s eyes were wide open, and she sprinted out of the room. I followed her, and by the time I got to Felix’s room, Ella was hugging him, and crying at the same time. Jack came up behind me and did a loud WHOOP! We laughed. Felix still looked shaken.
“Wh-Where am I?” he said in a shaky voice. “Wh-Who are y-you? The only thing I r-remember is that I am Felix Hart, and Ella is my protective, big sister. Camp Half-Blood. Athena Cabin, Cabin 6. Full of books. Are there any books here?” He suddenly asked, looking around once more.
Jack goes to him and asks, “Do you remember being swept up by a wave?” Felix looks confused.
He shakes his head, “No, no. The last thing I remember is a great big pair of yellow eyes. Then everything went black. And now I woke up here.” That really confuses me. Bridget and I were swept off our feet by water and attacked by rocks underwater, Felix remembers great, big yellow eyes, and now I could only wonder what they others saw. I turned to ask Jack, but he knew what I was going to say.
“I saw a large cloud of sand before I blacked out, and I woke up here,” Jack answered. I thought about it, a wave, a pair of yellow eyes, and a cloud of sand. I think I am going to ask Isis what she saw before she blacked out. I turned to walk out, but Ella used her telekinesis to catch me by arm and made me turn around.
She asked, “Aren’t you going to celebrate? It’s not too often that someone wakes up. Especially we thought little Felix was going to be last.” I shrugged. I needed to talk to someone about my dream, and I want to talk to Bridget.
“I’ll be right back. I’m going to get Bridget,” I say to them as I walk out of the door. None of them look to complain. I’m fine with that. I wonder if Chiron ever found out that Ollie was dead. I should tell him. Ollie would be helpful here. As I walked down to Bridget’s room, I noticed it was eerily silent. I dismissed that thought because everybody was at Felix’s room. I finally reached Bridget’s room that was at the end of the hall. I knocked, no answer. I knocked again, with no answer. I finally opened the door. The room was empty. I ran out, slamming the door behind me. I ran to the stables. Blackjack was gone! I ran out of his stall to the balcony. There was a rope hanging from the bars. My dream. It must be real!
I jumped over the railing onto the deck. My ankle rolled under my weight, but I pushed through it. I sprinted to Felix’s room, but everybody was gone. I listened for a bit, and headed to the dining hall. I ran to them and burst through the doors. Ella saw me, exasperated, with no Bridget and cried.
I felt tears on the verge of falling. “She’s gone.” That is all I said, and a bolted from the room to the stables, the same way Bridget had. I walked to my favorite Pegasus, Tiki. I scratched her long face, and silently opened the door. I stood there for at least 3 minutes. I sighed. I led her out, and tacked her up silently. I forced her to the balcony. I climbed up her and we flew away to the direction I saw Bridget go in my dream.