Until I was pulled into her dream by her soul. Something wasn’t right. I walked around the fields of Greece, looking for her. Eventually I saw a little boy with dark hair sitting with her in the grass. Was that our son? I looked him over while they were oblivious to me being there. He did look like me, but there was something off. When I decided to get a closer look, his head popped up and looked in my direction. I knew he couldn’t see me, because I didn’t want him to. He seemed satisfied that no one was around and continued to talk with Thalia. I needed to get closer and figure out what that nagging feeling was. Thalia’s soul brought me here for a reason. I was brought up short when I was only ten feet away.
“I’m afraid they’re going to hurt me.” His voice sounded so innocent; I felt the father in me wanting to fight off whoever was making this child afraid but I stood still.
“No one is going to hurt you. I promise.” She smiled.
“You still haven’t taken your rings off, right? You promised that, too.” He asked and I was confused to this part of the conversation. Thalia hadn’t told me about this particular promise.
“Of course not. I need them on all the time anyway.” She confirmed and I made a mental note to ask her about it in the morning. I felt a little tingle in my chest and searched for the problem from her soul. It took only a few seconds to realize it was not from her soul, but from our son. And not the one sitting next to her. The two souls were not the same. The one sitting next to her was something else completely. I searched deeper and found divinity. It was a god.
“Morpheus.” I cursed internally. He was up to something, and was impersonating our son. Hitting Thalia where it hurts. She was a fierce warrior, but she was becoming an even more fierce mother. She would do anything for her children, and if one she thought came from the future and asked something of her, she would agree without question. Not allowing him to poison her mind further, I shed my invisibility and let my presence be known. Automatically, the child’s eyes moved to mine and he sneered right before disappearing.
“Tristan!” Thalia looked behind her and was shocked to see me.
“Did you see him? Our son?” She beamed, and I didn’t want to upset her, but I had to say something. He was trying to cause her harm in some way. Maybe it was a mental game, but I had to make sure she knew the danger she was in.
“That wasn’t our son, Thalia. That was Morpheus.” I walked over to her and changed the scenery of her dream to somewhere not connected to the boy. I held her close, while we were back on the dance floor of our wedding venue in Memphis.
“God of dreams.” Her voice was so low. Realization hit her, and her hand instinctively moved to her stomach. Scared for them.
“Our children are fine. It was Ren that brought me here. His soul and the soul in that boy were not the same. I looked closer and saw his true self beneath the boy he was pretending to be.” I moved us over the floor while she let that information settle in.
