A Demigod Tale

Chapter 35: In The Subconsious

Jordan was still. Memories swirled around him. He watched himself playing with his siblings. He watched himself play with action figured for a video for Ceirra. He reached out to touch the memories but they flickered and disappeared before he could. He turned around and saw a whole different set of memories. He made his way towards them, not feeling his movement. 

He couldn't make out the memories. They were fuzzy and unclear, like a bad phone connection. He moved closer to try and get a better look. He reached out to touch them.

Suddenly he was fighting an army of demigods and Olympians, monsters and Fovos at his sides. He saw his arm stab a knife, his knife, into Artemis's stomach. Golden Ichor, the blood of the gods, poured out of her wound as she clutched it and fell back. Laughter boomed over the sounds of the battle. It didn't sound exactly the same but it was familiar enough to make Jordan want to flinch. He was forced to watch the terrible battle rage on as demigods were dying all around him.

Then he was in darkness. He blinked open his eyes, but they weren't his eyes. He was still in a memory that didn't belong to him. He was screaming in pain and rage as he fell. Down, down, down. The ground didn't react to his landing, but he felt pain jolt through him. 

Then time flew past him. He saw thousands of years go by in seconds. He felt dizzy, watching so much happen in so little time. He shut his eyes. When he opened them again he was on a new memory. He was in a hospital. He was wandering through it, unseen and unheard, passing though things and people like a ghost. He may as well have been. 

He happened upon a room with a mother holding her newborn son. He was so tired. He was fading. Then he saw the baby boy. He could tell the boy wasn't mortal. He was a demigod. Jordan had a sick feeling he knew what this memory was. He felt desperation as his legs began to give out. Jordan watched, from Jimmy's perspective, as the dying Olympian tucked himself away in the baby's mind, not to be heard from for twenty-three years.

Then he was out of the memories. He looked around him but he saw nothing. He was floating in a vast nothingness, with only the slight whispers of subconscious thoughts and feelings to keep him company. He twisted and turned, searching for a way out. It was in vain. He tried to scream, to make some sort of noise, but his voice was unheard and lost in the void. 

He shivered as he felt excitement and a sick type of joy from Jimmy. Whatever was happening he had to stop it. He had to find a way to get back control! He struggled to direct himself to a direction and began moving. He had no idea where he was going or what he was doing. He just knew he had to stop Jimmy before it was too late.

I...am so sorry. I know this is small and wasn't worth the wait. I know that a lot of readers have lost interest in this story. I know I made a lot of promises and not followed through. I'm sorry. I'm not going to promise to update soon because I'll just end up a liar, but mark my words I will eventually finish this fanfic.