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Chapter 9
Morpheus. The word echoed in my mind as I was captivated by its appearance on the assignment I still clutched in my hands, my knees turned weak and I felt myself slide into the chair opposite my father as he marked furiously. Why was this word plaguing me? Surely this wasn’t a coincidence. A few moments later, I looked up from the paper I had been staring at and met my father’s hazel-brown eyes which were filled with a mixture of concern and amusement.
“What is wrong kori? Did that Ricky boy do anything or say anything bad to you? I will sort him out for you if you want.”
I could see that his mind was swirling with weird and wonderful sins Ricky could have committed to offend me.
“No Baba, nothing’s wrong. I was just curious, who is Morpheus? This student wrote his assignment on him but I’ve never heard of him mentioned in Greek history.”
My father’s eyebrow shot up in a horrified expression,
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“Heya little sis.” my brother’s crackled through my laptop’s speaker.I sat on my bed with the laptop lying on my crossed legs, my door closed against parental intruders. Sunday afternoons were always the best part of my week. It was the only time I could relax and express whatever was in my mind to the one person in my life who would understand no matter what. While Kayla was my best friend and I trusted her with most of my secret thoughts, she didn’t always understand where I came from – our cultures and backgrounds were too far apart. Niklos, on the other hand, had to share every situation with me and therefore he knew me better than anyone else. It was just sad that I couldn’t tell him about Morpheus. That was one thing he would never understand.“Heya big bro” I replied, turning on my camera so I could blow him a kiss.He chuckled and turned on his camera, revealing – surprisingly – a spotles
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“Excuse me? I’m what?”I was certain that I hadn’t heard her correctly. How could I be betrothed to an immortal god without even knowing it? And who on earth made the betrothal? Surely one of my parents would have to agree to the engagement for us to be betrothed and somehow I couldn’t imagine my mother making that deal with Hypnos.“You’re betrothed. Have been since before you were born.” she smiled sympathetically and patted my hand which gripped the blanket on her bed.“How?” my voice shook.“I’m not actually sure. To be honest, I only found out myself when I barged into your dream unannounced. I think that’s something you’ll have to bring up with Morpheus.”“Oh, I’ll bring it up with him.” I said through clenched teeth.Miss Clark laughed and squeezed my hand.“Go gently on him. The poor boy has had it rough lately.&rd
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