Prologue
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I was having one of those dreams. Those dreams where you just fall and fall and fall, but you never get anywhere. It gets terrifying if you –especially— don't know where you're falling. It's kinda scarier if you're falling in the air.
Finally I fell into a dark view. The scenery was a huge pit, and I was facing on my back. As I stared in the sky, and saw Annabeth – one of my closest friends—holding her hand down for me. A hand traced up her back onto her shoulder, motioning her to leave me falling. Her face was a dark red, not an attractive flush but one that had been crying for hours. Annabeth turned to the face.
"Leave him, Annabeth," a familiar voice said. "Leave him. Join me, just like old times!"
Annabeth turned her discolored, but still beautiful face, back towards me. "I-I… don't know." She said in a terrified voice. "I…I'm in lo—."
I sat upright in my clammy bed, sweating like crazy. I didn't worry about anything. All my mind shouted was Annabeth. Annabeth. I got out of my bed and turned on my bed lamp. Why was Annabeth crying? What was she going to say? Eventually my Seaweed Brain gave up and started to think about less important things. Why was I in a pit? Who was that person? I was going to start camp tomorrow, and I wasn't ready to face her yet.
My mom, almost on cue, came rushing into my bedroom. "Sweetie!" she said in a distraught voice. "What! What's wrong?"
I shook my head lightly, trying to clear my head of the horrible nightmare. "Nightmare," I said, drowsily. She looked at me skeptically, "School or…" she didn't have to finish the sentence to know what she was talking about. My hero life. My other life.
"Mm," I said as I went to get a glass of water. "Annabeth. I think… well. I don't really know." I said, gulping down as much water in as I can before she could interrupt me. "It was like a normal nightmare, but it turned into something really bad."
Her weary eyes looked skeptically, "Want to talk about it? I think maybe..." I shook my head carefully a few times; I was feeling a little light headed. That water didn't help much either.
"Nah, I can't remember it much when I think back on it," I said, covering up my perfectly good memory.
"Okay," she said as she brought me back to my bedroom and tucked me in. My mom kissed my forehead gently, and she smelled like candy and homemade cookies. The nostalgia was unbarring. "Good night, hon."
I continued the nightmare where I left off. It wasn't that I was falling, or falling into a dark pit for that matter. No. It was Annabeths words that surprised me.
"I-I… don't know." Annabeth said again. "I…I'm in love with Percy."
Hi. I'm Percy Jackson. I'm the prophecy kid, Poseidon's child. Fate of earth.