Fatal Flaw (a Percy Jackson AU)

Chasing Dreams

Clovis
It never helped when you couldn't even get out of bed without feeling extremely tired. My eyelids were dropping and I felt like a real-life extra off of The Walking Dead. My head rolled over and I hit the haystack-or rather the pillow.
    My dreams were a whirlwind on images. First. I saw a girl who looked startlingly similar to Nico di Angelo. She had the same silky, night-black hair and features. She was taller with a tanned complexion and dark, brown eyes. "Follow your heart, Nico," she said.
   Next, I saw a tall teenager. He looked around 17 or 18 years old with blonde hair and blue eyes that I instantly likened to shards of ice. He had a ragged scar running down his face. He seemed panicked and nervous. "Thalia!" he screamed. "Where are you? I'm sorry I got you in danger, but why did you leave me? Thalia, Thalia, where are you?"
    A gust of wind blew and the next image I saw was Grover. He was different. Instead of walking on his mismatched goat-legs, he was running a marathon and the legs I saw were clearly human. "Two miles left," he huffed. "I can do this. Two miles more. Just two-"
    He was cut off by the sudden collapsing of his legs. He hit the ground hard and didn't stir. A person called someone because Grover was soon loaded up into a van.
   The wind swirled and I saw Grover looking at his goat legs. "What happened?" He said incredulously.
"I'm sorry,so sorry" Chiron said.

Jason
My stomach was hurting; I felt like lightning was going through my belly. The pain was constantly there: raw and alive. Pain is a funny thing; it seems that the pain in your head can translate to your body, but not vice versa. I was scared; I was anxious and that is why my stomach was hurting.
I had suffered from anxiety ever since I was very little. I was constantly afraid of abandonment. I faced the abuse of "friends" to try to fit in. I decided it was better to be in a bad relationship than be alone. That's why I stayed with my first girlfriend, Sara, for so long. I decided that her taunts and hits hurt less than the desolate loneliness I feared.
Piper was nothing like Sara, but I still feared her rejection-even if we weren't together. I wanted to be with her more than I ever wanted to be with someone. However, unlike the relationships that I had in the past-I truly liked her and cared for her; I wanted what was best for her. In the past, I wanted comfort and love, but I was searching for it in the wrong place. Abuse isn't love and jeers aren't comfort.
I knew one thing: regardless of my anxiety, I wanted to tell Piper how much I cared about her. I wanted to be truly close to someone. I wanted love and I hoped it would help wash away the fear. After all, love is the best remedy.