Nightmares

Percy stood on top of a mountain. In front of him was a palace.

The palace seemed to shimmer before his very eyes. It was almost like Percy was tired and he was dreaming what he was seeing.

From what Percy could see the palace wasn’t the biggest. It had a large tower on both sides of it and one huge section in the middle.

The door was in front of him. It was solid black and shimmered slightly. It made Percy feel tired.

He rubbed his eyes and trudged forward. He paused in front of the door. It had patterns on it.

Clouds rolled in on the door and circled in a swirl. That’s what gave it the shimmering effect and it also was hypnotizing. That’s what made Percy feel tired.

He put his hand on the door to push it open but it disappeared into thin air when Percy touched it.

In front of him was a wide-open room. It was dimly lit and had torches set up all over the room. In the center were four large beds. They were all empty, but seemed very inviting.

Percy could feel them calling to him.

Before he knew it, he was standing over the beds. He could feel his eye lids growing heavy.

He started to tip forward.

“I would step away if I were you.” A voice said from behind him.

It snapped Percy out of the trance and he jumped backwards a few feet into something solid.

Percy spun drawing Riptide and swung.

Percy’s arm stopped mid swing. It hung in the air. Percy looked forward and found a familiar man standing there.

He wore a long dark coat which swirled round and round just like the door. His face seemed almost smoky and Percy couldn’t make it out.

“Morpheus.” Percy said.

Morpheus chuckled. “I understand our allegiances were on different sides in the Titan war Perseus but that is no reason to attack me.”

Percy’s arm was released and it dropped to his side. Percy realized that his arm had fallen asleep. The prickly feeling ran up and down his arm. Percy rubbed it until it went away.

“What happened right then?” Percy asked pointing back over his shoulder.

Morpheus moved around Percy. Percy found it hard to follow his movement.

“These beds are designed and cursed for my brothers and me. If anything less than a god were to sleep in them they would never wake. The call to enter them is very great for demigods and mortals. I just saved you from sleeping for eternity. You are welcome.”

“Uh,” Percy said staring at him. “Thanks.”

Morpheus nodded.

“Look the reason I am here is to discuss a dream I have been having.” Percy said.
Morpheus cocked his head. “I fail to see why you are here because of a dream. Demigod dreams are fairly easy to explain. They are usually visions.”

Morpheus turned to walk away.

“I’m having the same nightmare over and over.” Percy said.

Morpheus stopped in his tracks. “Nightmares you say?”

Percy nodded, “Yes. The same one. I’ve had them for about three weeks now.”

Percy told him what the dream consisted of.

The entire time Morpheus faced the other direction. When Percy finished Morpheus spun around. “Percy Jackson nightmares are not my specialty. But they are my brothers. Let me call him for you.”

Morpheus disappeared.

Percy looked at the beds and he could feel the pull again. He spun around and found Morpheus standing there.

“Phobetor is on his way.”

“Who?” Percy asked.

Morpheus smiled, “My brother Phobetor. The god of nightmares.”

Suddenly the room was thrown into darkness.

“Oh dear.” Morpheus said. “He’s gone theatrical again.”

“Percy Jackson.” A voice rumbled. “Your blood will water the earth and she will rise.”

It was King Porphryion.

Percy panicked and backed up. He tripped over something and fell onto his butt.
He drew Riptide. The celestial bronze cast a faint glow. Morpheus was standing to Percy’s right.

“Percy I assure you he is just trying to make an entrance.” Morpheus snapped his fingers and the light returned and Percy could see a man dressed in a suit standing across the room.

Percy could tell from where he was that it had similar properties to Morpheus’.

“You shouldn’t play tricks. You already scare him enough in his dreams.” Morpheus commented.

Phobetor shrugged. “It’s fair game.”

Suddenly he stood next to Morpheus.

“So, Mr. Jackson.” He said. “Morpheus tells me you need to talk.”

Percy pushed himself onto his feet. “Yeah, I need to know what the nightmare you keep making me have means.”

“Oh, that’s simple.” Phobetor said shrugging. “You are going to die Mr. Jackson.”

Notes

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