𝒞𝒶𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝒸 | ᴘᴇʀᴄʏ ᴊᴀᴄᴋꜱᴏɴ¹

17. Dreams coloured in hues of red

THIS IS PT2 OF A DOUBLE UPDATE!!! Please read chap 16 first, my lovessss <3

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Tell your baby that I'm your baby

I bet on losing dogs

I know they're losing and I'll pay for my place by the ring

Where I'll be looking in their eyes when they're down

I'll be there on their side

I'm losing by their side

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❤︎ It wasn't often that Helena found herself having a peaceful sleep. 

It came with being a demigod. The dreams and nightmares, she means. 

Recently, hers went a little like this:

She would open her eyes and find herself in the sky, not falling or anything; she was just standing there. Then the sky would begin to fall, small cracks from the edges of her vision would grow into pitless chasms, the sky would flash purple once and then she would fall through one. 

There was never any feeling of fear when she was falling—no feeling at all, actually. If she had to make a guess, she would say she was dead. Well, not her, but the person she was supposed to be. 

She tried to memorise any features she could make out whenever she had this dream. The flashes of purple, blue, red, and gold had to mean something; she just didn't know what.

The rest of the dream was always different, forever shifting between scenes and never settling on just one. She would see Ethan, or Percy, or Nico, but she would never see them at the same time. Sometimes she saw her siblings or her father but the scene would never slow down enough for her to get a glimpse of anything but their faces. 

She would see people she had never met as well. A recurring one was a blonde male. 

Often he was standing beside her at the beginning of the dream; sometimes she was saving her from falling in to the endless pits of darkness beneath her and others he would be sitting beside her cradling her head.

She didn't know who he was, but he felt important. It always felt like he was somehow connected to her. One thing she did know was that every time their eyes met, she felt a sense of comfort and safety overtake her. He was someone she could rely on, someone who she could trust. 

Could you trust someone that you never met at all? She didn't know but she didn't really care.

Everything that happened in her dreams kind of reminded Helena of when Alice fell down the rabbit hole.

Now, she was personally a big fan of Alice in Wonderland, but her dreams as of late have had a lot less wonder in them and are now bordering madness.

The repetition of colours, movements, and above all, the insistent and constant ticking in the backgrounds of the dreams all seemed to mean something, but she could never understand what it all meant

Each dream was as vivid as the last and Helena was kind of annoyed Apollo was busy fighting Typhon; perhaps he could make sense of her dreams, although dreams weren't really his domain per se. It was a grey area for him at most.

She knew logically everything she saw was a metaphor of some sort linked with the gods. The ticking could symbolise Kronos as the lord of time. The various shades of red could be linked with a god, perhaps her own father, who was often associated with the colour? 

The point is, she had nothing concrete and it was driving her insane. What's worse was that the moment she woke up, the vividness of the dreams immediately began to fade and in a few minutes she couldn't recall anything about her dream at all. 

That was until she fell asleep again, then everything would come crashing back at full force.

Well, that was partially true; she could recall her emotions but even those didn't make sense half the time. 

Confusion, guilt, fear, anger, regret. 

The anger made sense; she was almost constantly angry. The anger always simmered beneath the surface; for most people, anger blinded them and made them irrational, but for children of Ares, it made it easier to fight, to control their powers and to hone their skills. You could call her a Bruce Banner variant.

But how could she be both fearful and guilty? What was she guilty of? The confusion as well? What was that all about? The blonde male? The hues of red? The regret? The blood all over—she preferred not to think about that portion of her dreams; it always felt foreboding, like something bad was going to happen, something completely unavoidable. 

She had started keeping a notebook on her bedside table. 

She would wake up in a cold sweat and immediately begin writing everything she remembered into the book before the memories were taken from her once more.

She hadn't told anyone about the dreams, not even Ethan. 

She could tell that he knew something was up, but Ethan was nice enough to never comment on the growing bags under her eyes or the occasional screams that woke him up at night. Nico, however, couldn't help but comment on them.

Helly? Did you sleep properly last night? 

Hels? What happened? 

Helly? What's wrong?

Helly, you have to talk to someone about whatever is happening with you.

Helena smiled and ruffled his hair, waving off his growing concern. The dreams weren't going to happen yet. She didn't know how exactly she knew that, but she just did.

Nothing that she had seen or felt in her dreams had come into fruition; it would happen soon but there was still time. 

There was still time.

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❤︎ DOUBLE UPDATEEEE WHATTTTT

This is my apology for the short chaps lmao

I really want to get to TLO so I've been lowkey rushing thru these last 4 chaps! BUT ANYWAY, 2 CHAPS TILL END OF THIS ACT, MEANING TWO CHAPS TILL TLO AND [REDACTED]!!!

Technically its three chaps but who even counts the aesthetics as a chapter anyway? I'll drop that the day after I release Chapter 19, which is the last chap for this act! I'm going to try and post as much as I can before my uni work picks up again lmao

ANYWAYS!

I never meant for this chap to go so into Lenas feelings on her recurring dreams; it was supposed to be an offhandedly mentioned thing before we got Percy crashing Ethan and Lenas rock climbing bonding session and some fluff

But well you just read the chap sooo lmaooooooooo

Thoughts? Theories? Opinions? 

❤︎ Yor <3