That night, Percy fell asleep almost immediately after his head hit the soft pillow.
And the dreams quickly caught on.
Percy tossed and turned impatiently in his usually comfortable bed. In his dreams, a violent thunderstorm had formed out of nowhere. It wasn't the rainstorm that bothered him, but the sounds he could hear raging in his head, pounding his skull with every crash of thunder.
With the blink of an eye, the storm vanished just as quickly as it came, replaced by an eerie black silence. Everything was pitch black and Percy found it hard to breath.
The world fell from under him and he felt himself falling into an abyss. Then his vision shifted again. He was now underwater and before Percy was the ex sea god. Poseidon was sitting on his throne in Atlantis. Percy's blood immediately ran cold at the sight of his late father.
Why was he dreaming about his father?
Poseidon hadn't made a move but he had a frantic, desperate expression on his face, something Percy never saw on his powerful father.
"Dad?" Percy called, the feeling of unease and dread rose inside of him. This couldn't be happening now, Poseidon was dead. Was this a memory?
"Percy!" Poseidon cried suddenly, his face contorted with shock. "Help me! You need to help me!" Suddenly, Poseidon was kneeling before his throne, his cries raspy and terrified.
Percy began to panic. He called out to his father again but his father didn't seem to hear. He tried to think of something but the deafening sounds that erupted again in his head made it hard to think straight.
"Dad!" Percy yelled, clutching his hands against his temples, begging for the noises to be silenced. "Where are you? What's going on?"
Suddenly, a person in dark robes and a hood appeared out of nowhere, hovering over the kneeling Poseidon. It wore a black mask that covered all of its facial features except for its eyes.
Gleaming emerald green eyes.
Percy shuddered as the sinister green eyes met his, ice filled his veins. The figure hovered over Poseidon like a death reaper waiting to reap Poseidon's soul.
Or maybe it was the Death Reaper.
Percy immediately tried to move, to do anything but he was rooted on spot, frozen. He could only watch in despair as the "Death Reaper" made its way closer to Poseidon.
"Percy," Poseidon's voice grew strangely calm all of a sudden and his eyes glazed over. "You cannot trust him, Perseus, he is not to be trusted! He is behind this, he is the traitor. Traitor. Traitor," Poseidon mumbled repeatedly in a strange daze.
"What do you mean? Who's the traitor?" Percy cried frantically. He tried to make his way forward but he still couldn't move. "Dad! What do you——"
Black smoke erupted from the figure, cutting of Percy's screams and everything went black.
And Percy woke up, gasping. His clothes damp from sweat. "It's not a memory," Percy muttered to himself, his heartbeat racing a thousand miles in his chest. "It's a warning."
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You Should Bow to the Sea God
Fanfiction"Poseidon is dead." Three words had sent Percy Jackson's life spiralling out of his control. Percy who had turned down being an immortal at the age of seventeen, thought he could finally settle down with the love of his life. But after Poseidon's m...
