My dreams started slowly I was lying in a world of nothingness. No color at all. But soon came a light blue spreading slowly above me, forming around lumps of white until a perfect sky was staring back at me. I watched small dots far above grow until I could see that they were leaves tumbling down at me. Bright green and vivid.
I stood up and my surroundings materialized. An empty landscape of dirt spread out in all directions. The only color came from the leaves floating to the ground. One leaf landed and sunk into the soil. In front of me, right were the leaf sank, a small sapling sprung up out of the lifeless sand. All of the leaves began swirling into it like a whirlpool and it slowly grew until it became a massive oak. But instead of green leaves, it had leaves the color of snow. And the bark took on the color the leaves should have been.
I reached toward the tree and a drop of liquid nearly missed my hand and hit the ground. More drops came until the trees green bark was hidden behind a fountain of milky white liquid. A strong urge built up in me. I wanted to touch it, but something was holding me back. A sense of danger. I looked around for something to poke it with. But nothing was there. I looked back a the fountain and reached forward, but when my hand was within an inch, an old memory of Christmas with my father played in my head and I smiled. Instantly the sand, for as a far as I could see became a beautiful meadow, with white flowers.
The tree had become brighter. Almost like it was glowing. The urge to touch it was stronger now. But so was the sense of danger. Of course I couldn't resist. I reached for the tree and tried to ignore the memories sweeping into my head. The happy and the sad, the exciting and boring, the joyful and the horrific. But final my hand reached the fountain, and my life literally flashed before my eyes. Every single moment replayed in a split second. Pain flared from my fingertips to the base of neck. I fell into the grass. It withered and crumbled.
After watching the landscape fall into chaos, I woke up. Screaming.
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Kyle Snu and the Mark of Ananke (PJO fanfic)
Hayran KurguFifteen years have passed since year Percy Jackson defeated Kronos and the Titans. No prophecies of great importance have been told for nearly five years. But that's about to change. Kyle Snu was raised by his stepfather Hunter. He was told that his...
