Destiny Calls (A Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

5: Aphrodite strikes again after Night gives me a death threat

4 months later  Sorry I'm skipping a lot there isn't anything to interesting to write about training. Plus I need to get to Piper's birthday June 3rd.

Demigod dreams suck.

Percy had warn me that once I had been Camp Half blood for a long period of time, demigod dreams would soon be happening. He had dreams when he had been knocked out by the Minotaur, but he had Percy-luck. I, on the other hand, had dreamless sleeps and have never killed a monster. It reminded me of the calm before the storm.

So I guess this was the storm.

I had just come back from a usual day at camp. It's been pretty quiet on monster activity since half the monsters had been wiped out after both the Titan War and the Giant War. That left none for me to kill, even for just practice. I was starting to hope for something exciting to happen, even though it wasn't a good thing to hope about it, but think about it: I'm ADHD. The entire camp is ADHD. We can't just wait around for something to happen, we'll be bored out of our minds.

The Seven only came to camp to visit once in a while. It was nearly the end of a school term, and since it was their graduating year, they were pretty busy. Percy sent me IMs once in a while, and so did Annabeth, and they both said that there were no monsters that had come after them.

In the dream, I was watching my parents. Mom was crying her eyes out, with a tissue in her hands, and I felt ashamed. I had left her alone with my short-tempered alcoholic father. Family was a touchy issue for both me and Vic, so we left it alone. Dad, or should I say, my step-dad, didn't look like he cared, but he was trying (and failing) to comfort my mom. All my feelings of pity disappeared. He didn't care about us.

I looked around, and saw that there were two coffins lying there, one with a silver sheet draped over it, and one with a golden sheet. On it was embroidered a wolf and a hawk. They thought we were dead. At my step-dad's lazy command, the people put our two coffins into the hole in the ground and started to bury it. Mom, eyes red from crying, sprinkled some soil in before dropping to her knees. My step-dad did nothing but watch, while my aunts went to comfort her. 

I missed my aunts. It was my aunt that protected us when we were scolded by our step-dad for no good reason. It was her that sheltered mom when she broke into tears of anxiety, even though she tried to stay strong. This is what you left, you foolish child. How are you even human? You have no love, no sympathy, and soon you will be nothing but a pawn of my game.

The dream shifted and I was in a completely dark room. I could only see a circle of light that surrounded me, coming from my slight silver aura: a gift from my mother. I started to panic. I was scared of the dark, and so was my sister. This wasn't unusual since our godly parents were the sources of light in the sky, but this was just paralyzing torrents of fear. A shadowy figure stood before me, but even then I couldn't make out who it was.

"Who are you?" I managed to whisper.

"HOW DO NOT KNOW WHO I AM? MORTALS SHOULD TREMBLE AT MY FEET. I AM YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE, YOUR WORST FEAR. I. AM. NYX!" The feminine figure turned, and I kept my eyes firmly shut. Annabeth had told me about Nyx. She was the primordial goddess of Night, mother to a whole lot of nasty gods, including Eris, the arai, Hemera/Day and Geras. Plus a whole lot more. Annabeth's voice rung in my head. Keep your eyes close, Thea. You don't want to look at things in the House of Night. Get out of there. There's a moat at the end of the castle, so use the River Acheron's water to strengthen you and jump.

But I couldn't get out. I was in a dream, and my dream self had decided not to move. It was too afraid. "You.... you're Nyx. Primordial of Night." I stammered.