Summary: Clovis, once an ordinary man named David, wakes up in a strange new reality where he's no longer himself, but Clovis, the son of Hypnos. Struggling with pain, confusion, and memories from both his past life and his new one, he finds himself in a cabin filled with demigods at Camp Half-Blood. As he tries to make sense of the sudden melding of his two identities, he recalls his peaceful former life and his obsession with the Percy Jackson series, only to realize he's now part of that world. Despite Clovis's reputation as a minor, sleepy figure in the series, David's newfound determination as Clovis stirs a desire for more. He doesn't want to be left behind in a life of insignificance; he yearns for strength, glory, and maybe even immortality. Now, in this world of gods and monsters, Clovis must tap into his dormant powers to forge his own path, defying the passive role his previous counterpart had once played.


"Deep breaths now." He told himself.

His mind, body and presumably soul, hurt, a lot. He was disoriented, and confusion reigned in his mind as numerous memories, feelings and thoughts were swirling in his head bombarding him constantly. He tried to focus on the outside world, if only to distract himself.

He was lying in a cabin bed, the cozy feel of the mattress beneath him was only enhanced by the slightly worn thick blanket.

"Handwoven by nymphs who had way too much time on their hands." He thought absentmindedly, as he ran his fingers over it.

The air smelled faintly of wood and dust, mixed with the earthy scent of the distant forest outside. The dim light from the rising sun was filtering through the small window cast long shadows across the log walls. There was a quiet murmuring of other people as they moved around the cabin, only broken by the creak of the three-tiered bunk beds or the rustling of curtains as everyone started to get up for the day.

Slowly the pain ebbed away, and he was left flabbergasted to the point where he just laid there staring blankly out of the small window nearby.

He had no idea how much time had passed, but by the time he snapped out of it, only a few campers remained in the cabin.

Truthfully, he was thankful he didn't have to speak to anyone, he didn't know what he'd say as foreign memories flashed in his head.

Last he remembered, he was on vacation, two weeks of uninterrupted relaxation from work, family, and anything stressful. He had been playing video games, ordering out for expensive food and generally enjoying life before he'd have to go back to work. After getting bored of playing games, he had started to reread an old novel he used to enjoy, Percy Jackson and the Olympians.

When he was younger, meaning high school, just over 8 years ago, he had loved the novel and had read it many times. The original series that is, and many fan iterations as well. He had finally gotten around to not only rereading the original series but also reading the sequel, HOO. Last he remembered, he had just finished reading the final book, The Blood of Olympus, and went to sleep. Now, waking up in a world of gods and monsters, he had to grapple with the impossible: he was Clovis, son of Hypnos.

"Yes," He mused, "new world."

"Clovis, not David anymore, that was his name now. Just Clovis too, like Beyoncé or Madonna." He thought, as he brought his small hands in front of his eyes. His mind still reeled from the melding of 26 years of his previous life, into the 11 years of his current incarnation?

On that topic he didn't have any energy to spare, but he couldn't help himself, speculations and conspiracies started sprouting to life;

Could his current situation be reincarnation? Had he died in his sleep and somehow kept his memories into a new life, which had only now awakened?

Did a random near omnipotent, omnipresent, omniscient being(ROB) get bored and decide to fling him into this body?

Maybe a one out of near infinite chance event had happened, where this all occurred as a crazy coincidence?

In the end it didn't really matter did it?

He was here now, no longer David Smith but Clovis son of Hypnos.

The name jogged his memory; he remembered that name. It was vague but he tried to think back, he slowly closed his eyes and unknowingly utilized his powers for the first time, and recalled a little too much information…

Whoops.

The first eleven years of Clovis's life flashed by, a blur of ordinary moments, framed mostly by school, home, and basking in the sun on a very comfortable lawn chair in his spare time, often his mother joined him, who was just as slothful. Life was nice and simple—too simple. Mornings were spent at a small desk, staring at math problems, doodling in the margins and randomly dozing off much to the displeasure of his teachers who seemed to blame it on his dyslexia and attention deficit disorder.

Afternoons and evenings were often lost in a dream world, where he'd learn things that really had no business being learned in a dream. Random knowledge of the world plucked out of the ether, but it came in useful; how else do you think he passed his classes—but he didn't think much of it, after all it was just a dream right?

There were memories of odd moments too, fleeting, strange feelings that something wasn't quite right. The world around him seemed to doze when angry, a pressure in the air when he was sad. Sometimes, shadows seemed to move playfully when he was happy. He'd find it strange and laugh it off, though a nagging feeling always lingered.

Up until last year normal little Clovis was just that, normal. However when he turned ten, a year ago he discovered that he was special.

Everything changed the day the hellhound came. After school, he'd dozed off on the backyard lawn chair, lulled by the peaceful breeze. His home was a small house nestled in upstate New York that sat at the edge of a dense forest, surrounded by rolling hills and a few scattered trees. Its weathered wooden exterior blended into the landscape, with ivy creeping up the sides and flowers blooming along the front path. He often rested there so it was surprising when he woke that day, startled, as if he had a nightmare—that was extremely rare. A little uneasy, he was about to go inside, to continue his nap, it looked like it'd get dark soon anyway.

Unfortunately that was when his peaceful life came to an end. He saw it. The beast looked like a large, black mastiff with glowing red eyes, the only size comparison he could make was to a rhino. It prowled out towards him from the shadows of the forest, eyes aglow with malice, jaws dripping with hunger.

His heart pounded as the hellhound's glowing red eyes locked onto him. Clovis froze, cold sweat trickling down his back, but deep inside, something shifted—an ancient, untapped force stirred awake. A warmth spread through his veins, and he felt strong.

In that moment instinct took over. He raised his hand slowly, with it the upright flowers nearby slumped, the birds atop a nearby tree fell flat, the crickets in the forest nearby fell silent as his hand continued upward, guided by a gut feeling, the hellhound which had been preparing to make him dinner suddenly staggered and slumped down like he'd taken a few heavy swigs of NyQuil PM. It only took a few more steps before it went out like a light.

It was to this scene Clovis sluggishly dragged his mother out of the kitchen to see, who then promptly shoved him into her car, and soon thereafter drove swiftly to Half-Blood Hill. He had been claimed after being carried across the boundary, from what he'd been told. Apparently he gave everyone a good laugh, the son of Hypnos being brought to camp sleeping. Either way he'd have to take their word for it as he had passed out as soon as they had started driving from exhaustion.

He laughed to himself as he emerged from his memories.

"Putting a large hellhound to sleep is hard work." He often said this while defending himself against teasing from other campers.

"Ouch." His head pounded again. It was definitely not as bad as the initial mind melding he had been subjected to, but not comfortable at all.

He shook his head, he didn't want to view those memories especially given they were just implemented into his head moments ago.

He paused for a small break as he was a little winded. The mind melding was exhausting. And now, even surfing through these memories drained him. He shifted in his bed sitting up a bit and readjusted his pillow behind his back.

He looked around a bit curious, even if he had Clovis's memories he felt it was still a bit novel. This cabin was the Hermes's cabin; it is by far the largest, oldest, and most weathered of them all, owing to its role as a refuge for all unclaimed and homeless demigods. Though that would change in the coming years.

In his memory the exterior of the cabin had a faded brown paint, and a caduceus hangs above the entrance. However the interior of the cabin was quite different, seemingly enchanted, and it is far more spacious than its modest exterior had suggested in the books. Down the center runs a mostly clear pathway, with three-tiered bunk beds lining both walls. Each bunk comes with a small cubby for campers' personal belongings and a curtain to pull back for a bit of privacy in your bed.

When new campers arrive, as he had a while back, an empty bunk bed would mysteriously materialize after 2-3 weeks, though until then, a sleeping bag on the dusty floor was the only option for newcomers. Like the exterior, the interior is plain, with log walls and only windows to break up the space.

"The cabin definitely could use a makeover, but that would be someone else's job." He thought.

He knew it wouldn't be long before Chiron or Argus passed by on their way to class to wake him, as he had a habit of oversleeping.

Nevertheless he continued searching for knowledge about his future self.

It was only then that memories began to emerge from his subconscious mind. The first time Clovis appeared was during The Lost Hero, Annabeth Chase took Jason Grace to Clovis to see if his memory could be restored after having them stolen by Hera.

The next time and essentially the last time he appeared in the books was while Nico was dreaming and attempting to reach Thalia Grace, he was intercepted by Clovis, who passed on the message and informed Thalia that one of Gaea's giants was after Nico and that he is bringing the Athena Parthenos over to camp.

"Not even considered a side character." He thought a bit amused, and a little offended.

However there was more, he delved deeper into his memories from his previous life as he continued to recall them. Ah yes, afterwards he had gotten curious about the character so he looked him up on the Percy Jackson Wiki. He remembered a few things, one being a description of his powers;

As a son of Hypnos, he can control sleep and dreams.

He had the ability to astral project in his dreams and even shapeshift into different forms like the gods in reality.

He can see people's memories, even though it failed with Jason, since his memory was taken by a god—it made sense now with such clarity in his own recall.

He could radiate a power that caused people to fall asleep or become drowsy, as when he yawned and Jason and Annabeth yawned after him.

He can do nearly anything involving sleep as his father is not only the god of sleep but the very personification of it.

There was a bit more information, but even beyond that, he remembered information about Hypnos himself. It was a bit strange, given that he had never met him as Clovis, but it was nice to know a bit about him now that Hypnos was his father.

He wouldn't mind knowing more about his personality, whether it be for a future emotional connection or practical reasons.

The memories flashed before his eyes as if he went back in time to the day he had skimmed through it;

'Though not a villain or immoral, Hypnos is far from being the most responsible or honorable god to exist. He has been said to do nothing much but sleep and did not play a role in the last Second Olympian War, implying that he is a lazy god (if not the laziest god). He also shows to be very cowardly in the past, after forcing Zeus to fall to sleep at the request of Hera he hid himself in his mother's arms to avoid Zeus' anger, and avoided punishment as Zeus relented in the face of Nyx, as a result even now Hypnos resides with Nyx. Later when Hera requested his assistance against Zeus yet again, Hypnos only agreed when she swore to give him Pasithea's hand in marriage, though this time he hid his involvement from Zeus entirely, who thought he had just fallen asleep.'

"Pftttt." He couldn't stop a slight sound from coming out of his mouth. This is definitely a dark history that would get you smited if you spoke about it.

He continued;

'Despite being a minor god and very lazy, Hypnos seems to be much more powerful than his status and antics lead others to believe he really is, likely because he's a child of Nyx and Erebus.'

The final meaningful thing he remembered reading was;

'As the god of sleep who is the very personification of his domain, he has divine authority over sleep. This power allows him to induce sleep, visions and even manipulate dreams in a way very similar to that of his sons Phobetor, Phantasos and Morpheus, but to a much more powerful degree. While it took Morpheus great effort to send Manhattan into sleep (and even then needing Hecate's help), Hypnos has been known to use this power against far more powerful beings, in which even Zeus himself (the King of the Gods and one of the Big Three) has proven on two different occasions in the myths to be susceptible to Hypnos' power.'

There was some other information about Hypnos but unfortunately he didn't even skim through it.

Nevertheless it was the last paragraph that had him quite excited. After all that spoke of his future potential right? In terms of power his father is strong, lazy but strong. Not to mention his lineage was extremely noble.

Sure he was pretty weak as things stand now. Even when he was nearly an adult in the future, it was clear that despite branching out and obtaining a large range of powers he wasn't exactly mighty in terms of fighting power, not to mention combat skills.

But that could all change right? He was still young.

He had only been at camp for nearly a year after the hellhound incident.

His powers had firmly put him in the position of year round camper until he could control himself. His Lethargic Aura - that's what he was gonna call it now, was strong enough where he wasn't allowed to leave camp. He wasn't able to constrain it enough for it not to affect mortals which could cause disaster unchecked, and it was weak enough where it just made demi-gods and natural spirits yawn a bit.

If he focused his powers, he could forcibly put relatively weaker demi-gods, monsters or animals to sleep, but anything supernatural was extremely exhausting to enact his powers on, only when using his powers on mortals or mundane things was his abilities much more effective. It also seemed that forcibly putting someone to sleep had the side effect of giving some bad nightmares.

The only other ability beyond some basic dream ones that he possessed was to grant willing individuals a deeply restful, healing, and regenerative sleep, either free of dreams or filled with positive ones. That was the extent of his powers.

He was too weak.

Essentially canon Clovis. If things went according to the normal timeline, Clovis would slowly develop his powers according to what had been stated online in his previous life, while in a year or so Percy Jackson would arrive at camp and go on to save the world many times over as he lazed around doing nothing.

He had his own ambitions.

Perhaps the original Clovis had no fault in the matter, after all he likely inherited his slothful behavior from his father and partly his mother, but he wasn't just Clovis anymore.

He felt a stirring and pounding in his heart. He didn't want to be relegated to the background—a mere side character with a few lines who did nothing during what might be the most significant events in a millennium.

In this world where the supernatural was natural, and he was extraordinary, he at the very least wanted to be one of the main characters, no?

He wanted glory, honor, strength, maybe even immortality!

And in the end he was Clovis now, because of that, everything could change.


Thanks for the follows, favorites and reviews. I appreciate your appreciation. I hope you all enjoyed the prologue. THIS IS ALSO CROSS-POSTED ON AO3, if that's a better platform for you.

Coming up is a small overview/preview of the next chapter, just so you know, SPOILER ALERT; Clovis gets to explore camp, I tried to enhance it a lot and make it cooler. I include quite a bit of world building with some thoughts I had. A bit of socializing with his friends occurs, with a hint of fatal danger, and finally we just have fun at camp, going through quite a few activities in Camp Half-Blood.