Mattmohl2

(As it's the third part and it's been a year since I continued it I'd suggest reading the first 2 parts as you won't understand what's going on if you don't.) Thalia was in a field, surrounded on all sides by beautiful mountains. The sun was just rising, and birds were singing in the air. She was painting the amazing sight with greater masterary than she could have ever recalled having in the past. Complete bliss overtaking her as she was about to apply the final brush stroke on what would certainly be a work she would treasure for all time. “Oh cool you’re actually painting something this time”, a voice said in her ear causing her to in shock move the brush along the whole painting leaving a black streak from the grass to the sky. “What did you do…?”, Thalia started to ask before seeing whom it was, suddenly recalling everything outside the scene before her. “Roula, what… how did I get here?”. “Oh I wanted to see what that dream thing you were talking about was, you were asleep