AN- This is an AU fic. And in my opinion, it's the worst fic I've ever written… tell me what you think. (Hmm… that's the first time I ever 'demanded' you fellow readers to review, but its sounds quite right… so review!) And it's unbelievably short. After all, this is my first time not writing sad stories. Because Shadowgin has some complaints.
Percy smiled; satisfied at everything that had happened the past few years. He was sitting on his favorite blue couch in the living room at Manhattan, the apartment he now shared with his mother and Paul.
"Uh, Percy? Are you sure blue eggs are edible?" Annabeth asked, eying the eggs suspiciously.
Percy laughed, "Why not try them?"
Grover took a finger and poked at the eggs, sniffing and testing, and finally he picked on up and tasted it, "Taste normal, I guess." Then he jumped off his chair to look for more blue peanut butter.
As his friends started talking and discussing about the latest Capture the Flag game, he spaced off, thinking about everything that he experienced the past few years.
From trying to get adjusted to the new environment, and incredible yet unwelcomed news of being a demigod, to feeling honored and loving the life of being a demigod hero.
From returning the lightning bolt to the grumpy and scary Zeus, and encountering Ares at the beach, to battling Kronos face to face.
From feeling left out in camp, and someone who doesn't seem to fit in the world of demigods, to being the world-saving hero, someone the demigods have to have.
It was almost too much for him to think about. It seemed too unrealistic, too fake. He often wondered if this was just a dream that was unusually real. But dreams jump around, unfocused on one topic, and they don't go on for so many years, do they?
Percy smiled as he looked at Annabeth, his dear girlfriend, how could she be fake? Her intensifying grey eyes, smooth hair… he's got to be the luckiest person on Earth!
Before he realized it, he dozed off… after all; it has been a tiring life. What a life!
"Percy? Wake up! Please, come on!" Annabeth's voice rang in his ears.
He opened his eyes, stopping himself from all the thinking.
"He's awake. He's finally awake!"
Now, that's ridiculous, he was just thinking about things a few seconds ago, why would anyone be so happy that he's awake? Everything sounded so weird. And was he on a bed?
"Percy, Percy can you hear me?"
Of course I can hear you, he wanted to shout, but he didn't seem to be able to move, let alone talk. His body felt rigid, refusing to move. There were a thousand tubes in his body, as if he was in the hospital. His eyes were open, and they were sour. He felt that they weren't opened for some time. Someone fed him some food, and he knew that his eyes opened because he was responding to the food. But why had he become like this? What was this?
"Poor Percy," a girl's voice said, and Percy was quite sure it was Annabeth's. He felt relief wash over him; at least that part was still normal, the voice continued, "When are you going to come out of your PVS state?"
PVS? Percy thought incredulously, doesn't PVS stand for Persistent Vegetative State? What has that got anything to do with him?
And then it struck him. Everything was indeed fake.
From returning the Lightning Bolt to retrieving the Golden Fleece at the Sea of Monsters; from the battle of the Titans to the journey in the Labyrinth, and finally to the final war with Kronos. Everything, they were all unreal, untrue, and fake. It was just something he imagined in his PVS state. Perhaps it was because he wished all of them to be true. Or perhaps the books he read were just too realistic, greatly portrayed and written in too much detail. Perhaps being in the PVS was just too boring…
But…
It was just all a dream.