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Summary: Percy Jackson and the Olympians is a huge success gaining notoriety and praise from everyone. It's a mythological roller coater that doesn't stop until the end. Thousands of people read it each day experiencing the same thing. But... something is wrong. Even though the last book has been read, the stories don't end. Countless people are beginning to go crazy, yelling out that they're seeing things that can't possibly be there. Can these books really be telling truth? Are thousands of fans starting to see through the mist upon reading the last book? And what of rumors of a young girl who can defy the Fates themselves?
"The Unforeseen" Chronicles
The Beginning of a New End
Dawn was breaking. The sunlight was shining through the frosted glass windows of Morgan's bedroom causing rainbows to dance on her walls. It was a beautiful sight, but Morgan was too busy reading. Her book was propped up against one of her verdant pillows leaning at a slightly awkward angle off the bed. Morgan herself was lying on her stomach and reading dreamily on in The Last Olympian. It was a climax; Percy had just gotten attacked by the great titan Hyperion and was knocked into the Hudson River. She then gasped to herself as Luke himself finally destroyed Kronos.
Morgan was born having a photographic memory. It allowed her to skip two grades, get perfect scores on the ACT and SAT, and obtain countless academic scholarships to many prestigious colleges. Even the President was impressed with her amazing abilities and gave her a congratulatory letter with his personal signature. You could say that she was a gifted prodigy. But, one thing truly made Morgan happy. Her love of reading.
Morgan's bedroom wasn't really what you would call a bedroom, more like a study or library. Every nook and cranny contained some sort of literary work. Bookcases of thousands of books lined her walls that she had already read. It was a wonder how someone could maneuver through such a cluttered place. Even her desk across from her bed was covered in books. For being such a smart person, Morgan wasn't one to keep things organized.
Morgan wiped her eyes and yawned loud as she closed the book.
Now that was a real roller coaster ride she thought to herself as she placed the book on top of one of her piles. Morgan scratched her head.
We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep. Quoting Shakespeare. How long had she been reading? Morgan glanced over at her nightstand covered in pieces of writing paper. 5:23 a.m. No wonder she was quoting Shakespeare, it was the next day!
Cursing, Morgan hurriedly took off her glasses and got into bed, not even changing into her pajamas. Reading was now in the back of her mind. Sleep was most important.
How could there be another Great Prophecy? Of all people, Silena? Morgan thought. Thoughts of dryads living in the trees outside her house, Minotaurs capturing her family, and the Gods really existing were plaguing her mind. Then somehow, sleep finally wrapped its hold on Morgan and she drifted into her dreams.
A mist-like fog was swirling around an open field. The fog was impenetrable even for Morgan's keen eyes. She walked aimlessly around, trying to find an opening. It was impossible. Where was a way out? She turned her head, checking one last time before finally stopping. Morgan slouched her shoulders and drooped her head.
"How can I escape!?" she yelled, clutching her temples.
Suddenly, a faint, black word appeared on the ground she was looking at. Morgan couldn't exactly tell what it said. She focused harder.
Follow
It was odd. Finding a lone word on the ground reading, follow? She shook her head. Then, another word materialized into the ground.
This
Then another.
Path
Morgan glanced in the direction the words were materializing. They were all pointing in one direction. It was a little offsetting having words form a line, but if there were a way out of the fog, then she would follow. Morgan took an uncertain step forward. As she did, another word materialized in front. It was a path. With each step she took, another word materialized out in front. She picked up her pace, eventually running with such desire to escape the horrible shroud. The line of words curved this way and that making a serpentine trail for Morgan to follow. Then, the words stopped. Morgan glanced down harder to see if there was some hidden in the fog. She sighed and looked up. What Morgan saw filled her heart with hope and curiosity.
A light was shining through the fog, piercing it like it was nothing. The light glowed with such brightness that it made it hard for Morgan to stare at. She put her hand up to her eyes. It was so beautiful. She took a step forward subconsciously. Suddenly, a loud, feminine voice boomed throughout the field.
"If you dare enter into the reality,
such things unknown to thee you shall see,
but be warned of this treachery,
for many things await to kill say we three."
It was a strong voice that seemed to have three people speaking at once. Morgan quivered with unknown fear as the field quieted down from the voice. The forewarning was still ringing in her ears. She took another step forward anxiously. Then, another loud voice rang throughout the field. This time only one voice could be heard.
"Know this, young Morgan Beth,
that if you do move forward and crosseth,
a great hero shall give his final breath,
to save or ruin mankind from a fate worse than death."
Morgan was now shaking with fear. No one could know her middle name. Only her parents knew. Whoever, whatever those voices were, knew of her. She gulped nervously while sweat trickled down her face. She would have to make a big decision right now. Morgan glanced back at the way she came. Nothing could be seen or heard. But be warned of this treachery, for many things await to kill say we three. What did that mean? Morgan threw the thought out of her head. This decision could change her life. She could feel it. After a few moments of uncertainty, she walked into the light.
Morgan shot up from her bed with such force that a few stacks of books were knocked over. She was panting hard and sweat was pasting her face. It was mid-day and light was pouring in her room. She hastily grabbed her glasses and checked her clock again. 11: 20 a.m. How could she have slept that long? Morgan groaned as she got up from her bed then realizing how she forgot to change into her pajamas.
For some reason, Morgan could see clearer. She couldn't explain it, but it was like looking through a Blu-Ray screen. It was so pure. She took off her glasses and inspected them carefully. Nothing was wrong with them. Morgan decided not to worry about it and stretched. A quiver of fear went down her spine. She stopped… something was wrong.
Morgan fidgeted with the lock on her bedroom window. She needed to see something. Something she hopefully did not want to see. The window swung open with a loud squeak and she thrust her head out into the sunlight. Morgan reluctantly glanced up at the sun.
Now normally, one would never fully look at the sun because the sheer brightness would blind you bad, but Morgan had to see for herself. What she saw almost made herself wet her pants. Instead of a big ball of gas floating leisurely in the sky, an automobile seemed to be in the center of the brightness. She almost fainted at the sight of it. What she was looking at was Apollo's chariot, or car in this case. Her mouth was hanging wide open as her gaze shifted downward. This was the one thing that topped it off. Leaning at the sides of the Spruce tress in her front yard were a couple of dryads that were waving at her and giggling at her. At this moment, Morgan fainted and collided with a few stacks of books.