Maisie Kline didn't want to be a half-blood...but she is.
So you might as well read her story.
percy jackson x femoc 🩵
tlt: ✅
tsom: ✅
ttc: ✅
tbol: ✅
tlo:...
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It didn't take much time for Maisie to whisk her mind up and over to her dreamscape, which, at its core, was inky black nothingness.
With a blink, it had the potential to morph ten times over, into any scene comprehendible: A summer sunset, a scenic waterfall, ancient ruins, a twinkling night sky. Maisie spoke her intention into her mind, blinked, and lay before her was a familiar hallway with hundreds of blurred doors lining either side.
The problem with the format of her dreamscape, was that the doors around her only provided access to the minds of sleeping bodies nearest her own. She'd been practicing combatting this with Hypnos's help, by stretching her consciousness to further and further capacities.
The issue was, she wasn't sure how far she had to go, if she could even reach. She didn't know how far away Luke was this very minute. Having demigod visions or premonitions come to her in dreams, was different than purposefully barging the door open to someone else's mind on her own accord.
Who was to say possessed Luke even slept nowadays? According to Percy's description of how lifeless he looked, it certainly didn't sound like it. But the more Maisie thought about it, the more she released that could not be true. Kronos had inhabited a mortal body. Bodies had limits. Bodies had weaknesses.
She imagined a string in her mind, getting pulled more and more, longer and longer, thinner and thinner, until eventually, it was completely taut.
Her body lurched forward and her eyes snapped open. In front her now, was a lone door, gray and warped, made of smoke and floating particles struggling to find their correct placement. She could barely make out the blurred name on the panel. It was sloppily carved, but legible: Luke Castellan.
Maisie reached her hand out towards the doorknob, the particles blinking and scattering before she could feel anything solid, and she allowed herself to be whisked away past the threshold.
The dream she had found herself in, was odd and disoriented. The first thing she noticed, was the screaming. One moment it sounded like it was coming through a megaphone, before it would dim and fade, then come back full force. What was even more alarming, is that the terrible screams were emitting from a small woman.
"NO! LUKE, PLEASE NO! NOT LUKE!"
Her features were off, as if this was a fading memory, something Luke could not quite picture clearly anymore. But she was blonde, frail, and covering her ears, whilst shielding herself from something, though it was unclear what.
Her eyes suddenly shot open wide, her scream turning into a chocked gasp. Her eyes glowed an electric green, before her body turned stiff and she crumpled to the floor.
Then, there was the clomping of hooves. A hand reached out towards the woman's shoulder, the scene turning to smoke and dissipating at the contact.
Maisie stepped back and exhaled shakily, her eyes furrowed in confusion. Who was this woman? Why was she crying for Luke? Why had Chiron been there?
