Percy

Dinner after that 'Creeper's Sun' whatchamacallit incident was pretty uneventful. After all, a classic demigod dinner couldn't really compare to a convulsing alien spouting information from another universe. At least, that what I think happened.

Anyways, we all just returned to our bunks, as usual. I went in the Poseidon cabin, alone of course, snd just settled on the bed of my choice. I changed, cleaned myself up a bit, and went to sleep.

As I slept, a dream overtook me. However, this wasn't the usual dream. Instead of some vision from the gods or a nightmare about Tartarus, I was in a classroom. Although, this classroom was weird.

Not that it looked weird, no. It looked like any normal art classroom. What was weird were the rules on the board: no taxidermy, no spiders, no snakes, no animal parts, and no fireworks. Whoever was the cause of those rules, they sound as chaotic as the Stolls.

I looked at the teacher standing by the desk, and she didn't look out of place. Just an elderly African-American woman with purple glasses, a yellow leaf sweater, a cat shirt, a purple dress, and purple glasses. That was when a teenage girl walked past.

The other girl didn't look like much either. She was hispanic, wearing a beanie with various LGBTQ pins, a sports jacket, a pastel purple and white stripped shirt, green pants, and red sneakers. She also shared the same look of sadness that Nico had. Although she didn't look too abnormal, seeing the way the art teacher looked at her told me that she was probably the reason for those strange rules.

Then, shockingly, the dream started changing. As the hispanic girl gave a defeated look and walked away, the dream shimmered into a different image. Instead, this new dream looked like it was in an old kitchen.

The kitchen had an adjacent door, a small table, an island, and a sink at the opposite end from where I was standing. The kitchen looked a bit dirty, and the flurry of rats told me it was in New York. After all, my mom and I had to deal with a lot of those at our old apartment.

Standing at the sink was an old man, whistling a little tune. It sounded sort of like the Steamboat Willie whistle. The old man wore nothing but a bathrobe and was washing the dishes. For some reason, he reminded me of what Jason told me about King Midas.

I looked into the living room, adjacent to the other door, and saw it was cluttered with art stuff. There was a shelf on the wall with a gear, a plushie, a book, a wrench, an inkwell, and a music disc. Pretty strange assortment. I could also make out some newspapers, chinese takeout containers, and the door to a bedroom I couldn't fully see.

Again, the dream began changing. As another man walked in, it shimmered into the image of another classroom. This one looked normal, with only nine desks, all askew. However, standing in the middle was a large monster girl holding a human teen by the hair.

The girl looked like Barney the Dinosaur on his emo phase, literally. She actually looked like Barney, with shaggy brown hair, purple skin, a purple jacket, a white t-shirt, ripped jeans, and muddy boots. The human she was holding looked like Nico if he spent more time in the sun. Their face was between feminine and masculine, not really leaning to one sides. They wore a green hoodie, brown sweatpants, and old brown sneakers. Their hair was brown and messy, like the monster girl's. From where I was standing, I could also see a blonde deer-girl watching from the window.

The monster girl was yelling and snarling at the human, shaking. Something about their mother being happier without them. I was about to intervene, but remembered it was a dream, so I couldn't. If I could, I would, 'cause I hate bullies. However, the human didn't seem all that phased. I was vaguely able to see their mouth start moving, as if they were talking. Whatever they said, it made the monster drop them. They just landed on their feet, put their hands in their pockets, and just gave the bully an expressionlessly dead look. The purple girl then ran out of the classroom, clearly disturbed by whatever they said.

As she did, the human looked in my direction. I at first thought they were looking at something else, but nothing was there. They then winked at me, gave me a smug look, resumed a dead look, and walked out.

As they did, the dream shimmered again. I was barely able to process the fact that the human teen winked directly at me. None of the people in the other dreams even looked in my direction, let alone directly at me.

When it fully changed, I toppled onto the ground, and it was cold. I looked around, and it looked like some kind of fortress. I looked up, and the sky was just a bunch of twirling patterns, strings, and lights. It looked like that one Starry Night painting Annabeth told me about.

As I looked around, I saw a plethora of screens, more than any television shop. Everything looked futuristic, like a strange alien landscape.

As I walked through the courtyard, the front door of the fortress opened. I considered going inside before I heard something big walking out. Ii looked at what it was, and it looked like a silver version of Soundwave.

It greeted, "Hello there, young Perseus."

"Um... hi?" I responded. "I don't mean to be rude, but, who are you?"

"Ah, my name is quite fluid."

"Which means...?"

"I used to be a matrix-bearer, but now I am not. So, that makes me simply, Logos."