❝So, we just go in there, steal his cloak and go? Easy!❞
❝Zarah, it's not that easy, trust me. If I know Morpheus, which I do, he has installed numerous traps, hidden guards at every corner, set countless impossible locks-❞
❝Oh, look. Here we are!❞
Here's the deal; Morpheus, god of dreams? Not a good guy. Sadly for Aara Pahlavi, she found that out a little late. Sixteen years late, to be exact.
Now she's found herself on a quest with two demigods; one who's a surly, sarcastic and uncooperative teenager and one that doesn't speak. Hooray!
She's got seven (7) days to steal Morpheus' cloak, the source of his magical powers. Easy, right?
Well, as you may have already guessed, the answer is no. A big, huge, screaming because it's so gigantic, no.
If she fails, she dies. If she succeeds... There's still a high chance of death.
This should be fun.
This is a work of fanfiction. Camp Half-Blood and the Percy Jackson universe belong to Rick Riordan. I do not claim any ownership of either.
Cover has nothing to do with the story ❤
© Ruth J. Feather