I did the most heroic thing I could think of. I ran as fast as my legs would allow. The crack of red and the statue came closer. I watched as a crack of red split in front of me. I didn't see a root sticking out of the ground. I triped over it and fell into the crack.
"NO!" I shot up and hit my head on my brothers' bunk. As I rubed my throbing head, Pharoh Ptolemys' son, Mykerinos I belive his name was, came in. He was banging two copper pans together, yelling "TIME TO GET UP, PEOPLE!"
I groaned and got up. Mykerinos was only 6 years old, but he'd made a impersson on all of us. When I say "us", I mean me and the other students. We are studying magic, like healing and charm making.
"Oh, Karai! You good, broher dear?" My brother Khonsu dangled his arms over the edge of the bed. Yes, he's named after a god. Nothing I can do about that.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine," I lied. "I just hit my head. What time is it?"
I didn't tell Khonsu about my nightmare. I think you'll know why later.
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Son of Athena
Starch is bad for ogres.
Gang: Kurogane, Fai, Leonardo and Rowan
"We don't have to dwell on painful moments"
~Fai D. Flowright.