[center][b]yawa og niar niaR
.yad rehtona niaga emoC
yalp ot stnaw ollopA elttiL[/b][/center]

“What a strange dream?” 

A little 8-year-old boy sat on the edge of a high rise building staring at the puny humans wandering below. The warmth of the noon sun catching his pale hair. A hint of dark clouds were gathering in the sky. He pouted and went back to stare at the people milling around below. So tiny and insignificant. Seeing them made him feel better. So scared of the unknown. He and Artemis had observed the activity around town over the last few days. Silly people killing one another. They were wasting time. If only they knew what existed out there. They were much better off eating cake. Or ice cream. 

“Let’s play tag,” said a little girl out of nowhere.

“But it’s going to rain!” The boy replied grumpily to the nonexistent person. 

“It won’t rain for a while yet and we haven't done anything fun for almost 2 days,” she whined.

“That might be fun.” 

It had to be or Artemis wouldn't suggest it. Apollo smiled as the people in the streets stopped to stare at him. Some were pointing. Others were simply staring. None of them were the group he was looking for, but they will come soon enough. After all only Poets can use magic, right? That is what the humans think anyway. He spread his arms out and leaped. The wind whistled in his hair as the faces grew clearer and clearer. The shock and the horror was delicious. 

Instinctively people stepped back moments before he was about to hit the ground. Then they stared. The little boy who plummeted moments ago was gone. He had fallen through the side walk as though he was diving into the ocean. Not a speck of blood was seen. This had to be a trick? Where were the cameras? What was going on? Activity within the immediate area came to a standstill. Those who saw it couldn’t believe their eyes. Those who didn’t were able to see it second hand through one recording or another. Others were simply pointing to the top of building and telling the people around them what happened.

“I don’t know why you fear Poets.” 

All the heads turned to look at the speaker. The little boy just reappeared from the glass window of a nearby shop house. The tension was palpable. People began whispering and messaging their friends. Poets? Was the kid a poet? Surely he is kidding. Why would he want to say it out loud? Everyone was still confused. 

“All I have to say is a bunch of nonsense and you think I am a Poet. But… what if I did this?”

The child snapped his fingers and a loud explosion went off. One of the many cars parked along the side walk was now a burning pile of metal. Acrid smoke filled the already polluted New York air. Realization began filtering through their uncomprehending minds. Adrenaline seeped into their veins as a panic and hysteria took over. 

“I suggest you run.” 

Run they did. En masse – hundreds and thousands of people. Cars began exploding and trees combusting. Each explosion spurred the fearful masses on. There was no stopping. Now where were those pesky little men? It was going to rain soon and then everything will be so dreary. 

“Maybe they know it is going to rain?”

“Oh shut up, Artemis!” Apollo said as he stuck out his tongue at his reflection.

“Someone certainly is grumpy today.” 

"Stop!"

Both twins fell silent. There it was again. Someone wanted to play with them after all. Apollo turned around to look at their new friend. Oh who is this? He was pretty certain that they have never seen her before. Doesn't she look cross! This will be fun!

"Nah uh... you got to catch us first."

He stepped into the window and he was gone. Seconds later hundreds of blonde boys with mismatched blue eyes stared down at newcomer from every glass surface on the building. It almost made the building look like it was covered with many LED screens rather than windows. Some were blowing raspberries at her. Others merely sticking out their tongue at her and some simply yawning exaggeratedly. Now it was her turn.