Me: THE LAST 25 CHAPTERS!
I feel a sense of accomplishment getting this far, considering (as I have said before) I didn't plan on getting past chapter 9 when I started.
I am also torn between being highly amused or somewhat alarmed. I found this old 3rd grade paper where we had to write a mini story, and mine was like something out of a child's horror story. Like, two people died within the one page and a half story.
It seems I have always been writing in horror/ angst... Though I'm surprised my teacher didn't send me in for counseling. I probably needed it. Oh well.
Slightly AU. Ish. I don't own PJO.
This is: Mirror
Percy
Summary preview: It's just a mirror image.
When the goddess with a crown said that demigods had suckish dreams, I had been expecting battlefields and monster attacks.
But so far it had only been random flashes of darkness and a black river.
Which is why when I suddenly found myself in a fun house full of mirrors, I was a bit wary, but still kind of relieved.
Yes, the circle of mirrors surrounding me was kind of creepy in that 'what-if-there-is-a-creeper-watching-me-from-above' kind of way, but whatever. I've had visions of things way worse.
I stood up, and walked over to a twisty mirror, and ran a hand through my hair, wincing at the tangled snarls it went through. My reflection did the same, although the image rippled like water. I saw myself smile and then start doing the whole 'is-this-a-reflection-or-a-identical-person-thing'.
Yet I was standing still.
The mirror image winked at me, then burst into laughter and disappeared into the frame on the right.
The frame suddenly came to life with a council of demigods, monsters, and giants, all yelling things at each other.
In the background a woman in dark brown with half closed eyes was watching the exchanges with a sinister smile.
She was petting my head the entire time.
A sudden crash brought my attention over to the next frame to the right, and I saw the Poseidon cabin at Camp Half- Blood burst into flames, a Greek signature on the ground in front of it.
My signature.
The next was an image of Olympus falling, the connection to Earth dissolving.
On, and on it went, mirrors filled with images of me fighting my friends, mocking my father, leading the revolt against the gods, laughing that insane laugh I hadn't heard since the battle of Manhattan, until I was back to the original mirror, horror-struck.
A sleepy, cruel laugh floated through my mind.
Wake up, my little son of Poseidon. We have a game to play.
Me: Huh. Didn't really plan it to get all dark, but it works.
But anyways, thoughts?
Last 25 chapters, people! ANNA= PROUD!
I'm such a nerd sometimes... :P
Next Chapter: Broken Pieces
~ Anna/ Booklover98