Greek myths forever bound in time morphed through mankind.
Aquila Juliette Black a pureblooded witch from the ancient and noble House of Black.
Poseidon god of the seas, earthquakes, stormbringer and father of horses.
Percy Jackson the forbidden ch...
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╰┈➤𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝖺𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗄𝗇𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁
I was used to the occasional weird experience, but usually they were over quickly. This twenty four/seven hallucination was more than I could handle.
Aquila glanced at Regulus, "I know the black madness is a thing but surely making him seem crazy is a new level."
"What is really crazy is the fact we all have to have yule together." Regulus grumbled remembering the events that take place over yule.
Aquila sank in her seat earning a confusion look from Poseidon to which she smiled. Regulus was right those yule dinners were torture on another level.
For the rest of the school year, the entire campus seemed to be playing some kind of trick on me. The students acted as if they were completely and totally convinced that Mrs. Kerr-a perky blond woman whom I'd never seen in my life until she got on our bus at the end of the field trip-had been our pre-algebra teacher since Christmas. Every so often I would spring a Mrs. Dodds reference on somebody, just to see if I could trip them up, but they would stare at me like I was psycho.
"Smart." Barty says.
"Not quite I imagine they used the mist." Athena says. Aquila and her friends shared a glance at that, what the fuck is the mist?
It got so I almost believed them-Mrs. Dodds had never existed. Almost. But Grover couldn't fool me. When I mentioned the name Dodds to him, he would hesitate, then claim she didn't exist. But I knew he was lying.
"Chiron needs to teach them to lie better." Athena groaned.
Something was going on. Something had happened at the museum. I didn't have much time to think about it during the days, but at night, visions of Mrs. Dodds with talons and leathery wings would wake me up in a cold sweat. The freak weather continued, which didn't help my mood. One night, a thunderstorm blew out the windows in my dorm room.
Aquila sent a glare towards Hades whilst he shrugged, he wasn't sorry he knew he wouldn't have done it without reason.
A few days later, the biggest tornado ever spotted in the Hudson Valley touched down only fifty miles from Yancy Academy. One of the current events we studied in social studies class was the unusual number of small planes that had gone down in sudden squalls in the Atlantic that year.
