Marisa Penn and the Olympians

The Loyal Traitor

a/n : blah blah, potatytoes enjoy

Gathering info of grekmythogy rr boring. whelp, tofu.

i don't own the franchise, if I did I would fail everyone.

Chapter Four
Dreams Are Never Good

Marisa should've took the prophecy to stride, sleeping meant nighttime, nighttime was equivalent to the prophecy, and of course, the prophecy meant bad things were circled around her now, she really should've thought this thoroughly, and maybe she could've avoided this gosh darn horrific dream of terror.

Marisa was plunged into a whirlpool of darkness, everything looking incredibly surreal, wonky and everything confusing. Wind whipping her hair back, her eyes barely adjusting towards the dark, somehow her body radiated light, made no sense to her, but she rather not bother finding out. Even with the light, things were obscenely difficult, as if the light was being sucked up, and perhaps pieces of herself too, despite the impossibility of that.

Finally, Marisa's feet managed to land on solid ground, or at least something'll hold. Wind still blowing over, her hair so unkempt, completely atrocious to the girls at her school, especially the snotty brats who complain about everything and wear the new latest 'thing' since yesterday. Weird mumblings filled into her ears, almost like sweet nothings, but they weren't nothing, the tone of the voice seemed like shouting but the volume was lowered down so much it was a whisper.

Marisa tried to run away, but the wind just kept blowing, stopping all progression in any direction available, and she got a bit desperate, she tried thinking like a mad man, going sideways, upside forwards, and weirdly enough, diagonally twisty downwards. But, still no advancements anywhere, she tried to think a way out, but the wind eventually started howling, so loudly it was distracting her completely, but she wasn't able to go any direction almost as if she was surrounded by it.

Marisa probably shouldn't had looked up, the stars, and moons completely disappeared, but she knew she was outside, or at least in 'scareydreamsoftheyearconventionpartynightmareofho rrorland.'
Fear rose to her eyes, the emotion so visible it'd take a full on moron to not notice it. The wind suddenly warm then cold, it was torture, her mind completely jumbled up; something needed to happen, someone was going to disappear, these concepts just popped into her head. What if she was the one gone?

Her feet finally reached some ground, dirt but so dangerously close to a deadly cliff, she knew that what happens now would permanently and magically appear in 'notsoscareybutstillscareyenoughandprobablyworsebe cauaeitisrealityreallife'
She was tempted to take her life, just one single step, that's all she needed to do, she could avoid the glares that she received ever since Hestia claimed her, the horrible feeling of not belonging, almost as bad as her school days, Marisa shivered, those memories were completely locked up, she couldn't bother pay attention to those days, it was repulsive.

Those whispers returned, instead of pleasant things, only detestable threats greeted her, the death of all who she held dear, punishment beyond compare and even worse, something so revolting it caused her stomach to churn in refusal. Tears nearly pushed over the edge, being threatened of them just gushing out suddenly. If she jumped, would the words stop?

Marisa was almost past the breaking point, she tried to pry her legs off the ground, but they wouldn't budge, the ground almost sinking her down, going allowing entrance to the cliff drop, a lady popped out of the shadow behind her, Marisa turned her body around to gaze upon the body. The body was connected to the ground, it was terrifying, but the gaze she had gave nearly made her scream, she may or may've needed to pee.

"Go on, jump. Your so called 'friends' don't care about you, if you continue down this path, you'll end up dead regardless." The lady leered at her

"W-what? No, no, no! They wouldn't!" Marisa tried to block out the whispers and the women's voice echoing on forever. The monster person just grinned uncontrollably, Marisa felt sick to the stomach. The hold on her feet tighten as if reacting to the person in front of her.

"Who are you? What going on?" Marisa inquired urgently, she was understandably frightened, the wind just roared louder, words failed her, she might die, for real. This was bad, and dare she admit it, she was feeling a bit brave, which was confusing and conflicting at the same time,

"My name is Gaea, and if you wish for a happy ending, I advise you to dispose of yourself now" The lady was gone, the soil and mud toppling over to the ground, become part of it again, things were so eerie and grim.

Marisa interrupted herself by noticing the mud just making her dress dirty, the silky white gown was ruined, and her OCD did not help a bit, only made her panic, she made a weird thing with her legs, almost like she was on fire, and not rolling around like pigs in mud, a burst of wind came, so strong she lost her footing, she fell backwards, gone like the wind.

Her closed eyes finally reopened, the blinding light, signifying daytime, oh my gosh, she would never take sunshine for granted ever again, the terrifying feelings tearing and ripping her heart apart, leaving behind raw emotions, completely uncontrollable, her hand currently being held by someone; rough, hammer-calloused hands, she tried to gaze up, but it was useless, it was too bright, her eyes hurt by each second. She was pulled up, her eyes closed, not bothering opening, the light still way too bright, and a couple of misplaced steps and she was toppled on top of the person, her eyes fluttered open, her mouth in an "o" shape, she was dangerously close to Spencer, although those lips did look inviting.

Marisa sheepishly pulled herself back up, adjusted her hair and lent a hand to him, a large grin plaster over her face, Spencer managed to snap out of his stupor and awkwardly returned the smile and accepted the help. He pat his thighs from the dust collected, nothing was going to ruin this moment, the birds chirping, the sunlight finally dimming to the right brightness of her eyes, and green trees surround her, everything looked like a Disney movie, with their animated backgrounds and stuff, – wait, green trees? Cliff? Oh my gosh.

Marisa just flipped out, Spencer's eyes big as saucer-plates, muttering something about not understanding girls and people in general, but her spasm didn't allow any concentration in that matter, she was outside, in her gown, body dirty, and in front of a boy, this was such a good way to start the morning!

They eventually calmed down, Marisa still on the edge-y side of things, and Spencer made a mental note of to never use the pun of waking in the wrong side of bed, that just be so uncalled for and incredibly hazardous, plus they were still pretty close to the cliff still.

They clasped their hands together and intertwined them, thus blossoming a start of a new friendship, and Aphrodite might have been the one who started all this, that crazy goddess.

Both of their hair, unkempt, and they rather not care, laughter filled the air and they walked back to camp, and Marisa needed to shower, they were glad, all that drama in those nightmares were gone, dissipated, blown over.