Hades Point Of View:
I woke up with a jolt, my eyes blinking rapidly as I looked around my room. My room. I was not standing on any road, but I was in my room. Sleeping. Sweat ran down my body; my forehead and neck were drenched with sweat. My dark room felt less dark and malicious than the nightmare I had.
My eyes looked around, trying to comprehend what I saw. I was trying my best to differentiate between what was the reality and what was the fallacy. I was scared. It was embarrassing to accept, but Hades Black, the one who had induced fear in many, was scared of a nightmare. The nightmare that showed bad about the boy I love. Of the person I had started loving so much that it hurts to even think anything bad about him.
I rushed out of my bed, heading straight towards Lazarus' room.
