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—The rest of the museum trip was interesting and rather... weird. Percy could have sworn he watched Mrs. Dodds suddenly transform into a monstrous creature with leathery wings sprouting from her back. And Percy had used the pen Mr. Brunner had given him to stab Mrs. Dodds in the chest. The winged monster let out a ear-splitting scream and had dissolved into nothing.
—Percy could have sworn, until Mr. Brunner and Grover had claimed that had never happened and apparently Ms. Dodds never even existed.
Maybe... Grover was right.
Maybe he is losing it.
That's not the only thing. The headmaster also had sent a letter to Sally Jackson and his step-father Gabriel Ugliano. The letter stated that, due to several recent incidents involving Percy, including a decline in his grades and an altercation with Nancy, the school's governing body had concluded that he was no longer fit to continue his education at Yancy.
The night before Percy was going to be kicked out of Yancy he was studying like crazy for his rushed final. Percy's eyes were red and swollen from the long hours spent poring over his textbook. He wasn't studying to prove he belonged to stay at the Academy—He just didn't wish to leave Yancy with his teachers thinking he didn't even try.
His brain randomly got tired, so he closed his book about Greek Mythology, rubbing his face with an exaggerated sigh.
As he laid down on his bed, Percy could already picture Gabe giving him a hard time for getting kicked out. Percy let out a huff before he eventually tried to sleep.
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—The sensation of sinking, of being helpless in a vast and unfathomable dark. The crushing pressure of the water around him, pressing down on his chest, cutting off his air. The familiar panic growing in his throat, the sounds of his own screaming becoming muted as water entered his lungs.
Percy looked around frantically, trying to find Rêve, to signal this was a dream. His heart raced with fear as he realizes he is truly alone.
Percy tried to scream, to plead for help, but only bubbles emerge from his lips, the sound of deep laughing—mocking, echoed around him.
The feeling of falling and air finally reaching his lungs hit him as the scene suddenly shifted. He looked around, he found himself in a desert, his hands clutching the sand.
Rêve stood before him.
—Her black medieval dress, with its intricate patterns and embellishments. The skirt of her dress, made of silky fabric, flowed gently to the floor, where it met her Doc Martens. On her wrist, he noticed an old analog watch with hands that spun wildly, ticking rapidly from day to night in just a few seconds, creating a dizzying, disorienting effect.
Percy's chest rose and fell rapidly as he scrambled to his feet. "Leave me alone." He muttered as Reve and him locked eyes. Percy squeezed his eyes shut, panting as he was still trying to catch his breath. "Just go away!"
"Easy as a child breathes a wish to a dandelion." Rêve whispered.
The moment Rêve spoke, her voice sounded broken and unfamiliar, as if spoken through an old cassette player with a malfunctioning audio tape. Her voice was distorted and cracked, as if an AI had attempted to imitate the warmth of her sweet and pretty voice Percy hears every night, but failed miserably.
"What's as easy?" Percy asked.
"Me tearing your limbs from your sockets."
"What?" —Percy did not expect that.
Neither did he expect a quick flash of what looked like the titan's Mr. Brunner had taught him about. A fiery aura enveloped the titan, as if he was a living embodiment of the raging fires of the underworld.
His eyes were a deep, glowing red, as if they were smoldering embers from a freshly ignited flame. Large, fiery horns adorned his head, adding to his imposing appearance. And yet, beneath the intimidating exterior, his skin was cracked and rough.
The last thing he heard before he awoke was Rêve's original familiar gentle voice, shouting for him; "Percy, wake up!"
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Percy's sleep was restless that night, marked by fitful dreams that teased and tantalized like a cruel bully. When he finally rose from his bed, it was as if he had emerged from a dense fog, his mind hazy and his body trembling.
Percy's eyes roamed about the room, trying to make sense of his surroundings. Slowly but surely, his senses returned, and he began to understand where he was. He took several deep breaths to steady his nerves, his heart still racing within his chest.
As he began to calm down and the fog lifted, Percy was able to take stock of his situation. He looked around his dorm room, taking in every detail with clarity. The dust on the windowsill, and the creaky floorboards.
He let out an annoyed sigh as he turned on his bed, trying to go back to sleep.
Wait, he almost forgot. He has to go to the headmaster's office today.
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how I feel after once again publishing a chapter I completely hate😋
