percy jackson | son of poseidon (letsfightstuff) wrote in dunhavenic, @ 2017-09-09 00:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | !narrative, r * khushi, r: peter johnson |
WHO: Peter Johnson
WHEN: Friday afternoon
WHERE: Peter’s dormitory
SUMMARY: Memories of his true lineage
WARNINGS: None
This wasn’t Peter’s college course. This wasn’t even Peter’s college. It wasn’t even college. Not that any of that was on Peter’s mind as he wandered through the hallways of Yancy Academy, going from class to class, from Mrs. Dodds’s pre-algebra to Mr. Brunner’s Latin. Wait, was it Mr. Brunner? Peter frowned. That didn’t sound right. Chiron sounded more like his name. And the wheelchair that he rode around in was really a disguise for the fact that he had a horse body in place of his legs. Which… sounded crazy and exactly what you’d find in the world of dreams, so perhaps not as crazy. How and when it happened, he wasn’t completely sure but one moment, Peter was standing just outside of Chiron’s class, overhearing him talking to someone -- no, not just someone. Peter’s best friend -- and in the next, he was standing in front of a museum. There was water swirling everywhere and at the same time, going nowhere really. Except maybe trying to drown someone in particular. Why nobody was helping her, Peter thought, was strange and unusual. Actually, everyone was glaring at him, Mrs. Dodds in particular, until she turned into an ugly beaky creature with wings. It all happened so quickly. Peter had a pen in his hand and then the pen was a sword. The water was still swirling after that till it took over his entire vision, minus just for that moment when he saw a figure in the water: tall, red-headed, smiling down on him from the middle of the sea. It was so brief, it almost seemed like it hadn’t happened, but it did. In all the confusion of what was going on, among the existential shattering that Peter was experiencing, that small moment came with a feeling of belonging that remained even after Peter jolted awake from his nap. Peter ran his fingers through his hair, glancing out of the window and looking at the alarm clock. Four hours after he said he would take an hour nap. It was a good thing he didn’t actually have a class later on that day. Peter shook his head and looked around for his phone to text his girlfriend. |