Percy Jackson Stuff

A Reimagined Thought

I live in a grey world. A world of routine coffee breaks, work that's always the same. The same answers to the same questions. I never get any older. No one ever does here.

A week in my life set on repeat. I meet the same people. They say the same things. It's a numbing unawareness seeping into my bones and sleeping comfortably there.

It was like living in a haze of thick dreamy fog that you inhaled and wilted into a calm as it doused your senses in a false sense of normality. The kind of feeling you get when you're half asleep and nothing quite registers in your mind correctly.

It was like living in a dream and not realizing that this world, was in fact, a fabrication of your own imagination. For what seemed like forever, everything was the same.

I woke up and breathed in the cool air, only to realize that the air was...clearer, somehow. I took a deep breath that seemed to rip through my entire being.

My mind spun with memories that belonged to me. They had been asleep, dormant for so long but now they were back. I had woken up for real this time.

I sat up in bed, my eyes wide and my breath stuttering as I let out a weak whisper of,

"Asphodel."

I was in Asphodel. A world where the unremarkable and mundane go when they die. A grey, neutral world—for the dead.

A lot of things happened after Hazel Levesque woke up.