The Sun and The Sea

Percy POV

Just because I feel the need to do this-

Underlined italics = POV's thoughts

Italics = flashback/dream, or an emphasis on a word

Bold italics = A/N or emphasis on a word during a flashback/dream.

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After explaining to Chiron, he seemed rather reluctant to believe a single word.

I didn't blame him.

And, instead of waiting for a response, I just headed back to my cabin.

My dreams always told me the truth.

Falling asleep was the hard part.

I tossed riptide onto my bedside table, then flopped onto my bed.

Anyone who wanted to bother me could screw off.

~Dream beginning~

I couldn't move.

Why?

I stared at my hands, barely able to see them with the pressing darkness which surrounded me.

I attempted to raise my head, but dream logic just doesn't work that way sometimes.

"So, what are we doing with this one? He's the only one intelligent enough to see through our bluff. Even the Athena-spawn won't be able to tell, because she'll focus on the first problem at hand, and not look at the big picture..."

"Well, we could use an eidolon on him..."

"He may be able to resist it, for all we know..."

"Then use something to scare him. I don't care, but we need him unable to fight."

"Scare him? This is Perseus Jackson we're talking about. The kid that defeated Hyperion practically singlehandedly, who fought that idiotic giant, whatever he's called, Poseidon's giant, on his own and won, he can bloodbend for Chaos' sake! And we don't know if that applies to ichor, because if it does we're done for!"

"Well, what the fuck scares him then? If that's our only hope."

"I don't know! Shouldn't YOU know? I mean-"

"No, why would I know?! Look into his memories."

"How-"

"You're a primordial, dumbass."

"Well, I can't exactly get close to him-"

"He's literally right here. Watching us."

"Dreaming?"

"Yes."

"Tch. Perseus, that was a very, very bad idea..."

Shit. I tried to wake up, but now there were chains.

Double shit.

How were the chains keeping me asleep? Fuck, Nico, scream at me to get up for lunch or something. Has it even been lunch? Dear Gods-

I felt cold fingertips on my forehead and shuddered as an all too familiar blank screen appeared infront of me.

"No.. I'm not.. watching.."

"Yes, you are."

It took everything I had in me not to scream.

~TW: Abuse, blood, gore, violence. I'm not glorifying any of this, nor am I saying this part is cannon. It's ✨fannon✨~