Perseus Jackson-The Phantom World

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I have love, and felt blinding hate. I have felt joy and sadness, and you know, I have felt them both at the same time. They feel strange. Feelings are strange. I have felt everything...and I've felt the flip side...devastating nothing.

Some people don't believe Phantoms can feel. But I'm proof that that theory is false. If anything, I feel too much.

Give or take a few years, one hundred years ago I was a hero. I was betrayed and cast out. I became someone else.

I don't really remember what happened. I don't exactly remember what they did. But I know I felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest. The only thought I remember having is 'How?' That's what I remember thinking, feeling. The one question filled my every fiber, my entire being. All of my cells were being overwhelmed with it.

I didn't care why. They made their choice...I just wanted to know, how, after all I've done for them, how they could do that to me?

I've put it behind me. In fact, I don't really remember anything I did with them, I don't remember them, and I don't remember the connections I had with them. But I do know it was the catalyst for this...for me. For The Phantom. That's what is gnawing at me. And I don't know why I feel so strongly about this...and I don't care why. I just want to know what this is, and what it is doing to me. I feel different. I can't describe it, but it's there.

And this troubles me.

...

I sat alone by the lake. So what I didn't count myself as a demigod son of...Poseidon, I think...? Anyway, I still loved water. In the Phantom World, I had a giant ocean, and I sometimes spent days at the bottom, just thinking.
Why?  Because I can.  I'm awesome like that. 

My eyes were closed, and I was in an immobile state. I vaguely heard voices behind me. I didn't pay them any mind. They didn't concern me. I wasn't concerned about them. I was seeing.

I saw the small army of monsters as they came closer. I saw the campers put on armor and arm themselves with weapons. They wouldn't make much of a difference. One weapon was more than sufficient. As long as you are properly in sync with the weapon, then it should be more than enough. Of course, it is important to know how to handle multiple weapons, but it is also crucial to only use one in battle, and use it as an extension of yourself.

I saw Big Beefy and the cheerleading squad, and made a mental note to take care of them myself. I saw their position, and made a mental note of where to place who on the battle field.

Then I saw the Campers charge into battle. So far, no one was hurt too bad. I kept watching and waiting. The campers weren't doing amazing, but they were okay. I watched until I saw someone about to be skewered by a spear, someone familiar. I immediately opened my eyes and mist traveled to the battle field. More precisely, in front of the spear about to take someone's life.

The someone appeared to be the Jason guy.  He gapped at me.  I smirked at him, winked, and then I was a flash.  A Phantom.  A ghost.  I was moving at speeds so fast, all of the monsters were dead before the blond superdork could so much as blink.

All around, the campers stopped, galling like the Jason kid did at all of the golden dust.

"That's right," I to the dumbstruck campers.  "You can all admit.  I am totally awesome, and you'll all listen to me from now on, because you are all incredibly inferior to me.  No offense."

Man, that felt so good.  I got to admit that I love showing off.

Next chapter'll be better, I promise.  And longer.  But I hope this is okay for now.  I just lost my grandfather, and I've been pretty sick lately, so I actually do have valid excuses.

Hopefully, see you guys soon.

-Book_The-Worm