𝐃𝐄𝐉𝐀 𝐕𝐔 • Percy Jackson.

III - 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

act III
𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

         CRASH THROUGH THE DARKNESS. Slice your way past foes and immerse yourself in the malice surrounding you. The turnings of war dazed him and the nightmares strangled him. Past encounters recreate themselves as a film and choices come before him every night. He's on the edge of cliffs, cold caverns, and hazy yellow walls surround him.

He'll wake up with a gasp, the morning doves still haven't cooed, and the lights of the cities claiming to be stars still shine. He'll be alone with only breaths in his ear along with mania on his mind. He'll hear words still echo sending him spiraling. He's being played with; tormented as if a cracked porcelain doll. Even while he curses they'll be cracked and dry as if the screaming in his dreams follows through to reality, and he's left with the proclamations of Eloise and Luke in his skull.

It was routine.

The winter session was as cold as the summer was. He sometimes misses the drifting snow crumbling on the once green grass under the dome. He'll miss the cracks from the messy string lights adorning the big house. The quiet laughs as the Stolls throw snowballs at unsuspecting victims. Now he's admitted into a public school, a year behind everyone else, and there's no joy. He sleeps to make up for it, what's the point? Looms above him leaving only problems that his mother fixed with a paycheck.

He talks the shortest he could on the Iris messages, even declining the invites to hang out. There are still arguments that occur and the yelling never seems to stop every night between him and his mother.

He desires wisdom.
Out of fear, she snaps.

And they'll dispute until his breath is gone. The door whips the frame when he shuts it. It was routine. Maybe that's why everything was starting to blur again, he thought. He can't really recall much anymore and his head rings.

Though his mind was clearly going to shit, he'll watch it all with a haze flowing through him. Smoke engulfs him and he'll exhale it while sitting behind an abandoned building with kids vandalizing. The smell of paint overwhelms his nose and laughter hits his ears. He'll lean against this brick wall every few days after school.The world will slow down within those few minutes. It's sickening how he chases after it 'till sundown.

It was routine.
Though it all seems to halt when he's being strung along on a mission with Percy. "It's not even the summer yet, I'm not-" He tries to decline. His hands glued behind his back there's laughing in the background and he hisses at the kids to shut up (quietly!) There's a headache coming while hearing Percy's persuasion. "--just come, Grover sent out the message! He needs help!" He pleaded. "No–you have Thalia and Annabeth. I'll just meet you at camp during the summer, not winter break!" He emphasized the summer bit. Percy looked a little hurt, he wasn't certain why.

"You're just avoiding me. It's so obvious! What'd I do?" He accused him. Amani bit his cheek, not wanting to admit he was right.

"I'm not avoiding you–"

"Yes you are–"

"No I'm not–" he tried to defend himself but it came out so pathetically. "Please?" He hears Percy's final plea and he cracks. "fine." He agreed, begrudgingly. 

His worst mistake.
Now he's gotta deal with the visions, the riddles, the monsters, and every worst thing that could possibly happen. All while dealing with the guy that he's been trying to avoid. The guy who happened to steal his heart and now he desperately wants it back.

Man, he really hates it. . .

Author's Note -
Sorry for the short act 3 prologue. It's because i've been thinking a lot of where I want this story to go and really can't find a set plan since this story has already changed from what I originally intended for. (oops.)