and the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now
𝖎𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 two forbidden kids
find solace within each other,
despite their father's wishes.
[ percy jackson x oc ]
[ percy jackson & the olympians ]
[ the lightning thief - the last olympian ]...
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It was windy. That much she could picture. Her body twisted and turned, her hair warping and forming a vortex over her face as she propelled faster downwards.
Was she falling?
She couldn't seem to grasp what was going on. Her breaths were short—her hair sometimes flying into her mouth and causing her to panic more. The wind roared in her ears as she continued to tumble, and her thoughts went running away, almost as if her mind and body weren't connected.
Was this a dream? What was going on? Where was she?
The air thinned. Thunder rumbled in the distance. She angled her body so she could see where she was heading, only to find the vast ocean approaching quickly.
All she could see was blue. From every direction, the only thing she could put her eyes on was open water. And yet the only thing that crossed her mind was Percy... and the fact that she was about to die.
But still, she had no idea what was going on. How did she get there? Was this truly just a dream?
Dark clouds loomed over her head, sometimes lighting up the sky with a crack of lightning. The thunder grew louder every couple of minutes, almost like it was set on a timer to go off.
She turned, deciding to stare at the sky and let the inevitable happen. She was going to die. The least she could do was appreciate the power she was given.
CRACK!
She watched as a strike of lightning came barreling towards her, its energy sparking off into different directions. Peace, she thought, and closed her eyes as the lightning struck her body.
Bronte bolted up, her breathing ragged as her hands slammed on the desk in front of her. Her eyes were wide with fear as she looked around, only to see that she was absolutely alone in her classroom.
Her brows furrowed as confusion took over. Tingles ran down her spine, like a sixth sense for danger. Maybe she was Spider-Man after all... Suddenly the air smelled like a field of grass after a thunderstorm. But even that quickly turned sour.
"What in the world..." Bronte muttered, standing up and turning around. She was expecting something to jump out and scare her, but was only met with silence. She sighed, facing the front of the room. "This is so cree— AH!"
Bronte stumbled back, falling into her seat and having to hold onto the desk tightly to keep herself from slipping off. She stared ahead, watching as a tall figure flickered like a hologram. She couldn't see anything in particular, just a big shadow of where their body would be. The only thing she could pick out was the electricity coursing through her body and the fact that she could feel the same energy in whoever was a few feet away.
Then, lightning crackled outside the school windows and the figure was revealed. The first thing she noticed was his gray hair. Then his cloudy beard. And finally his electrifying blue eyes.
