[center][h1][color=MediumSpringGreen]Seth[/color][/h1][/center]
Seth gasped as he woke up in a start. Sitting up in his bed, cold sweat dribbled down his face and looking down, he realized his shirt had been taken away. Instead it was replaced by long strips of white bandages that weaved across his torso and back. His jeans were tattered and ripped in a couple of places but at least they were clean.
Images of that afternoon’s battle flashed through his mind and his hand went to his side, gingerly feeling where the Lamia’s talons had ripped him open. He shuddered as he recalled the sensation of his flesh being ripped apart like a hot knife through butter. Her red eyes seemed to bore into his being with a look of extreme malice. Seth could almost hear her scales clicking against the tile again— He grabbed his bracelet and summoned his sword, the Celestial Bronze blade springing out into the air as he rolled out of bed at the ready. 
[color=MediumSpringGreen][i]Stop it[/i][/color] He told himself. [color=MediumSpringGreen][i]She’s gone now…[/i][/color] Seth breathed and exhaled a deep breath, slapping a hand against his face and dismissing the creature from his mind. He touched the tip of his sword and it changed back into the bracelet.
He glanced at the clock. It was early in the morning. Seth walked into the bathroom, flipping the lights on, and inspecting himself in the mirror. His hand went to his side again, this time he slipped the bandages down so he could check on it. Yet, all that remained was a jagged white scar that ran down from below his armpit to his ribs. Seth unwrapped the bandages, disposing them into the trash, and stretched and twisted his torso experimentally. The scar didn’t split open. It seemed he had recovered quickly.
Seth sighed and returned to his bedroom, picking out a shirt and putting it on before walking into the living room, standing in the entry way to the kitchen. The light of the moon shone through the window, the stars twinkled faintly in the horizon. He found Oison on the couch, snoring softly. Seth [i]still[/i] couldn’t get over the fact that Oisin had hooves and horns, almost as if he were half-goat! He shook his head, knowing his world wouldn’t be the same again. He wondered how Dionne was coping with all of it. Seth had a feeling  that he wouldn’t just wake up the next day and everything would be back to normal. 
Feeling peckish, he poured himself a bowl of wheat squares and sat in the living room, thinking and chewing slowly on his cereal as if he were also chewing, or digesting, his thoughts. Seth sat there for a few moments before he leaned his head back and closed his eyes, the intensity of his thoughts proving to be way too overwhelming for him right now and made his head pound the more he thought.

When he reopened his eyes he found himself in a garden.

Peacocks seemed to fill every inch of the garden, flowers and hedges were lined up, creating a maze. The peacocks  didn’t seem to mind him as he started to carefully stroll through them, his eyes taking in the scene. Ahead was a white pavilion and three desks, identical to the ones that occupied the classrooms at Oak Harbor High. The school principal, Mrs. Sloan as he recalled her name, was seated in front of two others. With a start, he realized it was Mr. Argus and Mrs. Lovell. A tea set kettle on a glass table and the smell of chamomile wafted in the air. 
Mrs. Sloan seemed to be in the middle of a stern lecture with both of them, judging from her facial expression. He could barely catch her words from where he was standing. [i]Something about sparing the boy?[/i] He inched closer.

“It was a mistake to deal with such a lowly creature as yourself.” She said to Mrs. Lovell, tapping a ruler against the glass table. “I gave you a second chance, hoping you could perhaps redeem yourself yet you can’t even follow simple instructions. Your mind has been clouded with jealousy and blood thirst. I have no more need for you.” Mrs. Sloan tapped the ruler on the Lamia’s head before she could protest and she dissolved into golden dust which dissipated into the air. 

Her horn-rimmed spectacles trained on Argus, her tone becoming softer. “I understand the two have started to awaken?” 
“Yes, my Lady, they have. Their protector is keeping close watch on them. The boy…I can feel the power of one of the elder gods in him. The girl herself…I am unsure of her. She can see through the Mist. I know this for sure, however, I cannot determine if she has power in her. Perhaps she may be just a clear-sighted mortal. I have also given their protector guidance on what needs to be done.”
Mrs. Sloan nodded, “Very well then. I believe he can handle it from here. I have an assignment for you. Your talent is urgently needed elsewhere. Camp—“
All of a sudden and before he could even approach them, the world began to spin and he found himself falling through the ground and into darkness.

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[i]Skreeeeeeeeeeeeee![/i] His alarm rang throughout the house. Seth shot upwards in the chair and quickly shut it off. He must’ve fallen asleep, even though it felt like he hadn’t sat down for long. He quickly got ready for school, choosing to dress lighter with a red tee shirt and a fresh pair of jeans. On his way out and grabbed his hoodie and scanned around for Oisin. He wasn’t around, but left a note on the door saying he’d see him at school later today. Hopefully the satyr could explain yesterday’s events.
Seth grabbed his bracelet and ran out to meet the bus, barely catching it in time. Breathless, he embarked the bus and sat down before twisting around and catching Dionne’s stormy gray eyes amongst her friends, noting the blue peacock feather in her hair and wondering if it had any meaning or if it was just purely ornamental. Once he made eye contact, he flashed her a small smile and waved to her, gesturing beside him, [i]a movement not unnoticed by her group of friends.[/I]
[I][color=MediumSpringGreen]Join me?[/color][/i] His sea green eyes asked.

[@Dusksong]