AN: This chapter is mainly to build off of. It is supposed to be a little confusing at this point in the story.

Daughter of A Powerful New God

3- It Is Only a Dream

Last Time

We got back to the base to see our friend is out cold. Most likely was cursing the gods again.

Oh Tartarus, he does it so much the gods are starting to Brag about being curs.

Thankfully, he did his one job of carrying her inside the base.

Alexa POV

Opening my eyes, I can only see darkness. In other words, nothing.

The room or the darkness feels like I am under the surface of the water. Floating in nothingness. The feeling of weightlessness, the feeling is peaceful, but my eyes are trying to see any light that makes it terrifying.

"OK, OK, OK, I am fine, I am fine…." I repeat to myself, trying to calm myself down and keeping myself from hyperventilating. But I am failing horribly.

Suddenly I felt a huge sense of pain coming from my palm on my hand. It is not that bad, but it is the only thing I can feel. So, it feels more painful.

Feeling some liquid on my palm and some flowing through my fingers, it is not the feeling of darkness around me. That is cold, but this is warm.

I put my hand in front of my face to see what is on it and see the liquid. All I see is darkness and not even an outline of my hand.

"OK… take a deep breath…, OK… take a deep breath…."

"OK… it's just other nightmares, and you have them a lot; you always wake up from them, OK, Alexa."

Hearing my brain talk to me is nice. "OK, me or Alexa?" Talking to yourself is weird, "thanks for reminding me it is a drama. But…"

Before I can say a response to maybe make myself nervous again. I felt the liquid on my head vanish or just of apparat. I don't know. I felt everything about me began to change.

I felt the patches of time flow past me, but I felt no time pass—an odd feeling.

XxXxX

The next insect, I see the light. Oh, it is good but painful.

It is super bright; it is like looking into the sun. But something about it doing it is dim, and it is just my eyes are not used to it.

"Thank God for giving us light," I say with a huge smile but still having my eyes close.

I opened my eyes slightly; the light came into my eyes instantly. Making me shut my eyes again.

I shook my head hard.

"You got this, Alexa," I say to myself. I begin to blink my well-done eyes lashes, trying to get used to the light, after an untold amount of blinking and tearing up.

My eyes cover in water or tears, do the deals I see a blurry line of light.

After trying to see through the deals, I finally blank a couple of times.

I reach up to my head that is covered in unknown liquid just a moment ago. And wipe details out of my eyes. It is far away from me, but even by the distance in steal looks huge.

And that finishes the job.

I see a huge line made up of many silk-like strings by looking now with my clear eyes.

It is huge; I don't have anything to compare it to. All I can say is, left to right, up or down, sorry, I don't know how I am looking at it.

It has two lines, two thread lines.

The top one looks like it changes size and shape as you go along it.

But the bottom thread looks like it is always getting bigger as you go right of it, go out of the direction I am looking at it.

It is wonderful but terrifying.

"Wait! I might see what was on my hand." I see you feel some pain there.

I once again put my hand in front of my face to look at my palm.

I see dying blood. And four small cuts on my palm. "What?"

Did I squeeze my hand so hard my fingernails cut into my palm?

I do that sometimes when I get nervous. What makes it even worse is normal guys will see a young girl crying, with blood dripping from her hand, and they come to her to help… or they try to.

Umm…

OK, let's get back to the infinite and the ongoing scarf-like thing.

I giggle to myself, "wow, I am saying or thinking 'OK' a lot." I shook my head, probably because I am nervous.

XxXxX

Looking at the scarf-like thing, "how am I going to get a better look at it if I am this far away?" I question myself.

"Can I swim over there, or can I fly? This dream is weird. Or maybe I need to think it." I say the last part with a little laugh.

So, let us swim. I always loved the water. I do love swimming in water and diving in lakes and rivers. But the ocean kind of creeps me out because of the depth. And the unknown. Hell, there might even be an unknown creature swimming miles directly under you, but the only reason you don't know is that it is in the darkness.

What I'm trying to say to myself is I like freshwater.

And right now, I feel like I am being watched and being judge by someone, from all angles, not just from the bottom or down.

This time there is no whale swimming next to me to see my panic. So, no one can bite on my leg and carry me back to the surface. Will ever the surface is?

XxXxX

Forgetting all about the darkness about me.

I am going to try to swim over there. "Wish me luck," I say to myself.

So, I begin to make the motion of swimming. Well, I did move, not a lot. If I look up computing my body, I will see the target I am trying to get to. I didn't move it forward.

The substance around me is thin and hard to push off, and it is like the air.

But you can push yourself off it. I cannot keep any of my momenta, so I can't just give a massive kick and float myself over there. I will move for a tiny bit by the kick. When the momentum goes out, I will stop.

"So, a new option, to move over there. And continue with the dream I am in."

"So, let's see if I can fly like Superman," I say with a happy giggle. "I think everyone wants to fly like Superman."

So, I put my arms up or to the strings. I looked through my arms at the glowing thread string.

And I will tell myself to fly. Of course, nothing happened.

"Hey me, do you know I fly?" I asked myself.

"What no? I don't know how to fly, and I'm you don't you remember." The part of the brain you can talk to say back to me kind of rudely.

"I know you owe me, but do you have any ideas then," I say, getting angry at myself.

"I vote to try to teleport over there."

"But, but Superman," I say sadly.

"It is 50/50 then," the other half of me says. "Do what you want; I will come out if I am in danger."

After talking to my rube self.

I focus on flying like Superman. Concentrating on the location well I am going and willing myself to fly.

I tried mini-ideas about how to fly, nothing work again.

"See."

"Shut up."

I hear a throat getting clear. After that, she said, "now we can try teleport."

"I feel like you knew that wouldn't work."

"Yes, I did," she says, laughing or I say laughing, it is hard to tell.

"Shut up!"

"What do you mean, 'shut up?' I am only helping." With more laughing.

"Oh, you mean this?" She began to laugh; it sounds fake but true.

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"Hey, slow down, though. I can only do so much. This is a raided T story, after all. Stop cussing in every third word; if so, I can show your paragraph you yelled at me; there might be kids' reading this."

"What, what are you talking about? Am I just going insane? Is this dream just telling me or showing me?" I say little panicle.

"Sorry, I'm just joking," I hear her say quickly. "If to show the paragraph you say to me, I can change it, but there is a highlighting would of the 'bad R word' happening to me/us, and I don't want to have a front seat memory of that. So, no."

"You need to work on your joking then," I say with a little laugh at myself because I'm not good at jokes.

XxXxX

"So, I can tell you how you can tell it," she says with no laughing; it sounds more like she is helping me.

"OK, shoot."

"Umm… Close your eyes and think about where you want to go."

"Serious that obvious or that stupid," I say, little surprise.

"What, I didn't make the rules here."

"Good one, trying to make another joke, but I will try your idea."

I sense myself nod.

I close my eyes and imagine the spot I want to teleport to. In my head, I imagine the place or the spot build in front of my head. And when I open my eyes, I am there, floating in the place I imagined in my head just a moment ago.

"Wow, that was easy."

"Yes, it is."

"But I wish I can fly like Superman," I say to myself, and I did not ever hear a response from me.

XxXxX

In front of me is a wall of threads. Looking up and down, I see only a wall of threads.

The layout of all the threads is chaotic but looking closer, and you see there actually ordered and organized.

By looking closer, you can notice that all the threads are averaging out at 6 feet. Much of them ends less than six feet long, and some are stretching for miles with no sight of an end.

Making a new thread, it looks like there must be two other threads touching each other to create a new thread.

But the two threads that are touching always continue; maybe one of them ends. But that is well by its looks, not so looking move back into the line of the threats.

When a thread stops going with the flow of the others, it looks like it drops. The line flows as all the others but suddenly in 90 degrees, and it goes straight down, not going to the left or right at all.

I am guessing it is meeting up with the line that doesn't end and always look like it is getting thicker as it goes.

Some of the threads look like they glow slightly. Some of the shortest ones glow with a weekend version of power in comparison to the longer ones.

XxXxX

"Earth to Alexa, hey Earth to Alexa." I hold my other half say as I follow a shiny thread as those longer ones, maybe 20 feet I cannot say truly till by the angle I am looking at it.

"Yes, other me, what do you want?"

"Thread that comes off that one; you cannot remember looking at it for some reason. I will be nice and point out the two that create it."

"Wait, what are you saying? I look at it, and I forget. Or looking away, I forget, like that doctor Who villain that surrounded the moon landing.

"I think so." My brain says all knowingly.

"How can you point it out?" As I asked that question, my pointer finger point at a different thread.

"That how, that one you all are looking at and the one you are pointing at, create the one that you always forget."

The one that I am now pointing at is wrapped around what I am looking at or a longer and powerful feeling.

The weaker feeling thread begins to wrap around a much stronger feeling and longer when that one is about a foot long.

After seeing that, I notice longer one has many although wrappings around it.

There is another one like it, but the two never touch each other or creating a new thread. Like the one I am putting at. The one with strong feelings but weak in comparison to the one that I was looking at before.

It doesn't look obvious. Why can't I get a simple dream tonight or this Daydream, confusing?

Maybe let call the one that I am looking at 20.

And the other one that I am pointing at let me call it Slinky because of how it looks, wrapping around 20.

Starting with 20, the feeling of power grows as it travels along the line.

Looking at the two lines that created this one, one is powerful, almost the same power. I can't tell which one has the most power of the two.

But 20 started obviously much weaker than the one that is now an equivalent or unnoticeable difference in the feeling of power.

Looking on the other side of the infant-looking line, I only see mist; I cannot see if it ends or keep ongoing.

The other thread that combines to create 20, and later when off and combined with another making a new threat out of that. Even that one went off to create a new thread. All three are growing lightly. But the one was created last, having a little wrapping around 20. And there is some mist in that area too.

Yes, I did notice some other ones are like that.

Now I am changing the subject to the one I smartly nickname Slinky.

It is slightly bright than the three glowing ones.

But going back a couple of knots in the threads, you can notice they become even more bright as you go back.

It connects to a thread that doesn't even compile to 20. but there is still light coming off the ones behind, the weakest feeling unlimited thread.

The only unlimited thought that can be close enough to add the Power to it is a beautiful golden thread.

The power coming off is greater than the one name 20 by multiples of ten or maybe a hundred. But I feel like it was stronger.

This dream is so complicated.

"I wish I can have another one of those where a handsome young man picks me up off my feet and carrying me to safety. Those are always fun." I say with a giggle.

but I got something so complicated and confusing, "yay me."

I felt a pull from my stomach. And I felt like I forgot something.

I hear someone strong, and his voice lay with compassion, "Oh my darling, you not opposing hele yet."

After a second, I hair something to the left of me, looking to see a giant pointer finger.

If normal size, I will say it is beautiful, now I don't know it just tell applying, but the booty is still there. But now, the fingernail is almost as big as mine.

The finger came closer to me and tapped me on my foot head surprisingly softly.

And the voice says in a tone that I love almost instantly because it sounds familiar and gave me a sense of safety. he says, "wake up you have a new life to make your home and a half of your family you can finally meet."

XxXxX

I felt everything around me change once again.

I notice my eyes are closed, and I am in a soft bed.

But sale in a panic about my dream I sat up, quickly.

In hit something

"Ouch, you owe a lively one," a girl says.

Looking at her, I see someone maybe around my age with beautiful gray eyes.

AN: this chapter did not really carry on with the story, but a lot of stuff is hinted at. And you can now guess which domains were given to Percy Jackson.

AN: if any of you notice what I am hinting at or have an idea about what happened in the chapter, good for you. If not, then wait with time.