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It was a beautiful cloudless night with the moon and stars shining brightly above, the crickets were chirping, the owls were hooting, everything was perfect.
That’s when the nightmare set in. It was hard to tell it was just dream, it looked and felt so realistic. Now, everyone knows it’s normal for half-bloods to have nightmares, but this one was different. Or at least that’s what Pollux had thought when he woke up.
The nightmare had started out as a strange dream match of capture the flag, he didn’t understand it but it was a dream, who cares? The dream had begun to fade from the familiar feeling of capture the flag to a real battle.
Pollux could tell he was wearing full armor and in the dream he was gripping his sword so hard it hurt his hand. That’s when the monsters started to come out of fissure in the rocks. Things got loud quickly, there were shouts coming from campers and monsters yelling incoherently. It felt like someone with trying to murder his ears.
Pollux saw a hellhound jump out of the labyrinth and go barreling toward the satyrs. He saw Percy start to run after it, that’s when an enemy half-blood jumped out in front of his twin brother, Castor. The two managed to dodge and block each others blows for a few seconds, that’s when it happened, Castor got stabbed. As if that wasn’t enough the enemy half-blood knocked him upside the head and Castor fell.
He sat upright, wiping the tears off his face. It was just a dream, he told himself. The nightmare had been so realistic that he felt himself doubting that it even was a dream. He looked over at his brother’s bed and saw him, sleeping peacefully.
He went and got his dad anyway. The dream had really spooked him. Pollux told Mr. D everything that had happened in the dream and how strangely real it felt. His father hugged him tightly and reassured him that it was just a dream. “It’s alright Pollux, it was just a nightmare. Now go try and get some sleep.” He had said.