Shattered

Rules

Percy blinked his eyes open.

He was back in his room in his mother's apartment; in front of the same mirror, he was getting awfully annoyed with, finding himself in front every other night. He was in yet another dream or flash forward, in which he would have minimal to no over his actions.

He was clad in yet another tuxedo. He wore a wore a different white buttoned-up shirt and a striped blue tie. The suit itself was a deep – almost black – purple. Well. He was dressed to be fancy tonight.

"Knock, knock!" A sing song melodic voice rang out.

Percy rolled his eyes. "You don't have to keep singing 'knock, knock' every time you knock the door, Zoe. You know you don't even have to knock."

The girl poked her head from behind the pale maroon doorway; one coppery hand covering her eyes.

"Then why do you have the door closed?" Zoe asked incredulously. Percy rolled his eyes again.

"Because I like the privacy."

"Well, here I am respecting that. Are ya decent, Perce?"

Since when did Zoe Nightshade start calling him 'Perce?'

Percy groaned at her antics. "I've been ready for almost half an hour. It was you who had to get ready."

The girl flushed at being caught. "Well, come on Water Boy, they must be waiting!"

Percy wondered who the girl was talking about. Of course, his dream-self didn't ask, and she grabbed him by the wrist before he could try force himself too. She dragged him into the hall.

He had no idea where he was going, or who was waiting for them. His mother stopped them before they managed to escape through the front door.

"Not going to say goodbye to your own mother, Percy?" The two skid to a halt, and turned stiffly.

"Bye mom!"

"Later, Sally!"

The two were off, leaving the older woman chuckling at them. She made sure to call out to them before they were out of earshot, "I hope I shouldn't be expecting a grandchild quite yet!"

Both Percy's, and Zoe's faces burned with embarrassment, but both squashed the emotion and their formal shoes as they made their way away from their apartment.

They finally slowed down after a few blocks of running.

"Remind me to never run in heels again," Zoe said, rubbing her ankles, "or a dress." Percy laughed at her discomfort. The girl retaliated with a punch to the shoulder.

Percy took his first good look at the girl since the dream began.

Zoe had her hair carefully braided, probably by his mother and she wore a slight brushing of makeup. Not much, just a thin layer of lipstick that made her supple lips stand out, specifically against her copper-like, tan skin.

His eyes traveled lower, she wore a simple gold necklace, with a single silver charm shaped like a crescent moon.

A light blue dress hugged her frame, finishing the image were the aforementioned silver heels.

"Let's just walk the rest of the way., Percy finally said.

Zoe nodded in agreement.

She matched him in stride and wrapped herself around the boy's chest.

"Percy, I'm cold."

She shivered against him, sending a thrill up Percy's back.

"No you aren't. You've spent millennia living in the wilderness."