Demi-God

-Athea-

“Hm, Athea. Can I talk to you please, without Harry” A stern face appears, lurking behind my presence.

“Oh, yes. Yeah.” Wiping the tears, I untangle myself from Harry’s embrace, giving him a reassuring smile I follow Mrs Dorset’s lead. Her heels clicking against the cold marble flooring, the constant sound ringing in my ear. She pushes a door, entering another isolated room stacked with old statues and paintings. Layers of dust gathered on the objects, the only source of light being a streak extracted from the blocked window.

“So what is it you wanted to say?” Pausing to face her, no one was present. Rotating around the room, I wondered if my imagination had just conjured up this whole scenario.

“Athea, you’re so naive.” Her voice was cold, colder than usual. Scanning around the dim room, there is no sign of her beady brown pupils.

“Mrs Dorset?” It was hard to make out anything in this dull lighting, flicking on the stiff light switch, a buzz is created as the light slowly flickers creating a small orb of light situated in the center of the room.

“I’ve been watching you Athea.” There she was, compiled on top of the loose cabinet. The dim light only just exposing her facial features, a smirk played across her lips.

“How?” This lady was beyond sixty, what is going on.

“That’s the least of your problems now Athea.” Her frail body rises as her eyes darken with lust.

“I don’t know what kind of sick joke this is but I’m leaving” Within seconds she was in the air, intricate wings support her weight. This was the time to sprint, scraping through the hallway I try to steady my thoughts.

“Harry! Harry!” Staring back into the narrow corridors, it seems never-ending. What once seemed so beautiful and intricate has warped into my worst nightmares. Bumping into a solid figure I'm knocked to the cold marble, Louis.

“Athea? I’m so sorry, are you alright?” He reaches to help me up but I bounce back up in seconds.

“Louis, she’s coming. She’s a monster, she’s coming. Louis run, run” He begins to sprint, no questions asked.

“Louis William Tomlinson, no running in these corridors” There she was, positioned at the end of the hallway. Wings expanded, she begins to walk.

“Louis, come on. Let’s go” I take a hold of his arm trying to pull him from his stance but he doesn’t grudge, hushing me with hand gestures.

“Sorry, Mrs Dorset”

"Well I've told you many times Mr Tomlinson" She smirks as her pace quickens.

“She’s coming. Louis come on!”

“Mrs Dorset? I know she’s a old hag Athea but she’s no monster?” He begins to laugh, the constant cackle relaying in my head.

This is my dream, I've had this dream. This is all a dream, a concoction of my imagination none of this is real.

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Notes

Thank you to the awesome comment-er Joely_B for encouraging me to write this chapter! (Thank you so very much!!)
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