(Nightmare)

Korri POV

"AHHHHH!!!!!" A girl screams.

I just want this nightmare to end.

I want to see Mars or even Apollo, but I can't even wake up from this terrible dream.

The last thing I can remember was feeling dizzy and tired and just wanting to lay down and go to sleep.

And now I'm stuck in a freaking crazy and terrible nightmare.

I still had a memory of someone long lost and for the life of me I can't remember their name.

"Mmmm, l-lo... Lola?" I mumble trying to remember.

Come on, think.

I remember something about a girl around fourteen with amethyst purple eyes and jet black hair that matches Mars's shade except with a few streaks of sapphire blue and brown that reaches to her knees. She's wearing a purple baggy hoodie with a pair of skinny jeans with holes at the knees.

Her hands are full of books, mainly what looks like graphic novels, comics, and chapter books. Clearly she's a book nerd.

She is also carrying a bag filled to the brim with papers, some fall out. Most of the drawings were of kids.

And a few of them have titles.

There's a drawing of a little boy with an older one standing beside him. They look like polar opposites.

"Ares & Apollo 1998." is written in sloppy cursive.

Then another one falls out.

It's of two girls. "Artemis & Me 1990." in the same sloppy cursive

"Hello? Who are you?" I ask the girl but she doesn't respond.

Then a little boy, who I realize is the younger one from the picture comes running after her, picking up the papers that she had lost.

"Sol! Wait up!" he shouts.

And realize who the girl is.

"S-Sol?" I freeze, that was what Mars called his-

I slip, and fall backward and bang my head—hard.

I feel as if my mind might crack.

I cry, but no tears come.

For hours remembering all the pain and regret and guilt I have dragged for the past seven years, I sit in that agonizingly claustrophobic place.

"I just w-want to see them again." I stammer, my everything hurting.

But a memory that I had forgotten, recalls a young girl and a young boy hugging in a graveyard.

I smile remembering.

I laugh even though it hurts.

I start to see blood, covering me head to toe.

"Ares? Apollo?" I say, even though I know that Mars would kill for saying his true birth name.

But I'm desperate to see him again, I am desperate to get out of this Niflheim-ish dream-

Nightmare.