So, this story is a bit...confusing. I don't know how far this will go, or if this will go as planned. So, if I discontinue it...sorry in advance?
Prologue
'Beep...beep…...beep…..…...beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep-' Suddenly the line went dead.
A passing nurse's eyes widened in shock and horror. "No." She scrambled into the small room, checked her patient's pulse, saw the monitor in perfect working order, then screamed for a defibrillator.
Less than an hour later, a mother wept over her dead child, whispering his name, trying to call him back. After four years in the hospital, his heart had finally stopped beating through the coma. The day at the museum, the field trip, how it had all started…
As the grieving mother shed endless tears over her son's hospital-gown clad body, the world's shifted; Percy Jackson was dead.
A blue pendant around the boy's neck started to glow with a soft golden light.
He woke in a strange place. Open windows stretched to the ceiling, whitewashed walls glared bright in the sunlight, and a boy with dark, messy hair sat still, legs crossed, trying to remember where he was. The light glinted off the boy's glasses.
His mind whispered, "With your wife, with your sons, with your daughter," but the seventeen year old sighed. He knew it to all be false. Such a life, with a castle, with friends; all a delusional wish, a place for him to escape his mundane and miserable life. Dedicating his sanity to all the details of his personal world, his happy place, he had led his relatives to believe him quite insane. He lived a double life, his mind split between two realities.
But today was different, today he was leaving for good. Being dragged to Puerto Rico for the family vacation and told to 'go, have fun or something' had been the last straw. He knew they were really just hoping that he would get lost, literally, and stay in this grungy town for the rest of his life. He knew they hadn't even bothered to buy him a ticket back.
He fingered the pendant around his neck: A baked clay green eye, rimmed with gold, given to him by a supposedly mad priest from the village spread out below him only days ago. It hung on a solid gold chain, most likely a very valuable piece of jewelry. He tucked it back into his shirt, concentrating, focusing his mind. He stood slowly, stepping deliberately, breathing deeply.
Then, Harry Potter threw himself off the three-story tall building.
When he was level with the third story window, he started to glow. When he was level with the second story window, he started to fade. When he was level with the first story window, he winked out of existence.
And then, his story began.
A tall, fair-haired girl wandered from shelf to shelf. Fairies, knights, creatures, wars, and…
She sighed, pulling out the book, "Tales From The Thousand and One Nights". Recently, her and her boyfriend had been having trouble with their relationship; Just because she was a Silvertongue, didn't mean she should or could read just anything he wanted from any book!
She sighed again; the voice was calling once more. It had started a while back, but she had thought it was nothing, just the whispering of the books. Now, she knew that it was one voice, calling her, pleading for her to let go, come with them, and see the wonderful world that they told her of.
Her breath caught. One honeyed word slipped into her conscience, put there by the voice. "Love."
She had nothing to lose. Her relationship was sinking, she was gradually forgetting the Inkworld, her mother and father were distracted, and now, there was promise of a new love in this world.
She finally let go, heeding the voice.
Meggie Folchart let her eyes close, feeling the pull of the new world. Yet she began hearing a vile hissing, and an instant before golden light enveloped her, she brought her fingers to the metal, feather shaped charm around her neck, -a present from her boyfriend-, and saw an image, in her mind's eye, of Farid's smiling face.
"What have I done?"
The teen boy swore for the millionth time. Trapped in a glowing gold net, he sat in a dark closet, hoping someone was looking for him. The mansion was already dark and creepy, so why did it have to be a closet? He'd never admitted it to anyone, but he was claustrophobic.
The old clock chimed from somewhere outside. Midnight. Great. That meant it had been about four and a half hours since he had been netted and tackled into a closet, locked in by the unknown offender.
Even his pendant wouldn't help him. Stupid sword.
Wait, was it just him, or was the net getting brighter? He looked at his fingers, panicking; they were starting to fade. He screamed for anyone, even Alex, who would probably help but laugh about it for weeks: One of her best friends, trapped in a magical net and stuck in a closet!
Then, Magnus Chase disappeared.
The reader turned a page. She was about to enter the building, Granny The New King looking coldly at the guards. The door was open, they were so close to succeeding. They would free the prisoners, they would win the war, they-
The pages started to glow. The black print turned to gold. A faint purple hue glittered around the edges of the book, and static crackled around the reader's hands, clothes, and bed.
A deep voice resonated through the bedroom. "The Time Is Right." A rip appeared in reality, and a girl stepped out of the purple, gold rimmed tear. Her hair was grey at the ends, and she was wearing a leather bodysuit with stripes on the shoulders, like a racecar driver, or an ultra-cool bodyguard. A plain black choker adorned her neck, a purple lightning bolt of amethyst hanging on a gold link.
The reader dropped their book, "Red Queen", and gaped at the girl before them.
Mare Barrow glared, her hands crackling with electricity. Then, she ran and jumped clean through the window, disappearing in a flash.
A girl slept fitfully, horrible images haunting her mind.
Giant snakes, a devourer of souls.
She woke gasping.
"What, what is it?" asked her boyfriend, wide eyed, his pupils gleaming in the dark of their bedroom.
"Nothing, just a nightmare..."
"Sa-"
"It was nothing."
"It was not nothing! You have these nightmares almost every day! I could maybe talk to Ja-"
"Please, it's fine. You don't need to go to Jaz. Just hold me and go back to sleep." She clasped her hand around her shen amulet, then fell back asleep in her love's arms.
She was roused by her grandmother's shouting. "Sadie Kane, it is nearly 12:00PM, get out of bed!"
Face planting back into her pillow with a tired groan, Sadie never woke up again.
A.N.
(Yes, this was kind of sucky ending.) Mwuahahahahaa! Keep reading or suffer the agony of never knowing what happens to them! Also, there's a sadist in the next chapter.
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