A Jasper Fanfiction

04

HEY THERE

I'M BACK

DID YA MISS MEH???

Ok so this is Percy's POV and I wrote it like a billion years ago but I keep forgetting to update until two very lovely peoples recently asked so very nicely that I just had to;)

*drumroll*

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++Percy++

Everything is a blur. All I see is colors swirling around inside my eyelids. I try to open them, but I can't: it feels like they're glued shut. My head is throbbing, and all I can hear is a steady high-pitched whistle echoing through my head. Echo. My thoughts turn to her, the girl trapped in an echo, and then Calypso, trapped on an island. I clear my thoughts but they immediately travel to Annabeth. I start to panic. I have to wake up, see her, tell her I'm alright. But am I? I struggle to remain in control of my thoughts as they drift to food and I realize I'm hungry.

Burgers.

Annabeth.

Pancakes, my brain says.

Annabeth! I need to focus. I need to wake up for Annabeth. Maybe if I concentrate on waking up...

"It's no use," a deep male voice says sadly. "You can't wake up." My eyes fly open. In the dream, anyway. I see my dad, Poseidon, walking toward me. Well, drifting toward me. Gods tend to do things like that, drifting. And being impossibly annoying.

But that's beside the point.

"I have to wake up," I say, my voice cracking. "I have to see Annabeth!" He frowns at me.

"There's only one way," he says. "But I'd rather-"

"Well hello, Perry Johnson," a voice drawls. "We meet again." I curse in Ancient Greek. By instinct, my eyes squeeze closed, hoping to block Dionysus out, push him out of my subconscious. I hadn't seen Mr. D for weeks, ever since Annabeth, Piper, Jason, and I had freed him of his curse. And I was hoping I'd never see him again.

Of course, my wish was denied.

"What do you want?" I snap.

"What do I want?" He repeats. "If you really want to know, I want a diet Pepsi..." He snaps his fingers and one appears. He blinks his eyes closed before cautiously sipping the fizzy drink. He sighs in content happiness.

"I'm still getting used to that," he explains. "It not turning to water and all that rubbish. Anyway. You wish to wake up." Now he had my attention.

"Yes," I say. "Can you help me?"

"I'm afraid not." He seems almost a little sympathetic. "But I must thank you, Perry Johnson, for helping me, so I will send someone who can." He smiles, actually smiles, before sipping his drink and snapping his fingers once more, disappearing with a pop! and leaving me alone.

"Yo, Percy, my man!" I new voice bellows. I snap my eyes open and immediately regret it. The light surrounding the sun god is blinding. "I hear you need health help," the voice continues. "I'm your guy! Well, actually, I'm your god, haha..." I catch a glimpse of Apollo's sunglasses-covered face right before everything goes black.

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"Apollo in Roman is still Apollo. Can't change perfection, baby"

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