The Sun and The Sea

Percy POV

After having breakfast, I decided I was done socialising for the day.

Heat helped me sleep last night, right?

I knew I had a hot water bottle somewhere...

It took a couple of minutes of digging through my closet to find the thing, but I was grateful that I did manage to fish it out before it was consumed by the monsters that I like to call moths.

I despise the things.

Always making holes in my nice blue hoodies.

Frowning, I wandered back to the big house to heat the water bottle up.

As I was waiting, Jason and Leo walked by, talking and laughing.

I couldn't resist.

"You two are making me feel single and you're not even dating! I ship, by the way!"

Jason stuck his tongue out at me while Leo burst out laughing.

"Maybe I should take your advice, Perce! I mean, he is quite hot~" The son of Hephaestus wiggled his eyebrows, and Jason cringed.

"No. Never. Ever. No."

"Awh, Jase, that's mean..." Their voices faded into the distance as they walked away.

I let my smile drop as I turned back to the microwave, removing my hot water bottle before going back to my Cabin.

Usually I liked the cool air in there, but today I hated it.

It was cold.

Usually it was pleasantly chilled.

I curled up under my duvet and hugged the hot water bottle to my stomach, closing my eyes and exhaling softly.

I was tired.

Why was I tired?

I shouldn't be tired, I got at least 6 hours of good, peaceful sleep last night.

Shit.

I tried to sit up, but it was too late.

My mind slipped into Morpheus's realm.

~Dream, 3rd Person~

TW - torture

Percy found himself in a dark, uncomfortably warm cavern. It reminded him of an oven, the platform he was on being dimly lit by the violent flames and churning lava beneath it.

Metal shackles of some description held him to the floor, the darkness obscuring his vision to the point he couldn't tell if they were celestial bronze or something else.

It frightened him.

He hated not being able to see.

A grating, rough sound echoed through the chamber as two massive doors scraped open, and Percy's head snapped up immediately.

There was a bright light coming in through the doors, and he narrowed his eyes to focus better.

A black silhouette.

A woman.

She had luscious, waist length hair, which was a deep black in colour; beautifully tanned skin and black eyes that glittered with a cruel light, in contrast to everything else about her.

The son of Poseidon tilted his head, a silent question.

"Hello, young demigod." The woman's voice was smooth, but had a harsh edge to it, like a perfectly sharpened knife. "My name is Medea."