A Hero Was Born: Chapter Fifteen

Wake's mind was having a constant battle with death. Wake dreamt of something. . . . . no, someone. Wake's dream-self looked around what looked like a Mountain on top of a building. OK, he thought, ''who put a mountian on top of a building? ''Suddenly his dream-self traveled at the speed of light towards a field. Many lying dead left heaps of blood over the field. Wakes eyes couldn't bear to see the blood and gore he was presented. He shut his eyes, but a familiar voice sounded to him.

"Son of Zeus, listen." Wake had a horrible realization. The man from his dream had come back to haunt him. The voice talked again.

"Ah ha. I see you have followed my instructions. You have lead Mt. Olympus into civil unrest. But your plan must be carried-out sooner." ''What plan? What instructions? ''Wake thought. What had he done? But the voice did not listen to him.

"Wake-up, demigod. You are under attack." The dream ened, and Wake woke-up, and felt his left shoulder. No arrow. But Marisa was nowhere to be found. He jumped-out of the bed, only to be scared by Phillips, who was about to stab him.

"Holy hell, you couldn't bother telling me you woke-up?" Phillip yelled. Wake winced the moment the cuss word left Phillip's mouth. He warned Wake that they had to escape.

"Where's Marisa?", Wake asked.

"Let's just say your father's friend has just arrived.", Phillip said.

"And he's not happy."