**Song: Darkside by Alan Walker**
**Luna's POV**
Dreams are crazy things, especially when you've just been poisoned. Like there's the normal aspects of dreams, such as knives and stuff, but then you get the wonderful world of burning acid. You know what? Just listen to the dream. It explains better than I can.
I was on my way to see my dad. I was gonna really make sure he knows the hell I've been put through in order to exist. It was all his fault for even having me in the first place, and he was going to know that before I retire to the wonderful fields of asphodel, or worse.
Suddenly the ground caved out from under me, dropping me into what seemed like the hellhole itself, Tartarus. I seemed to be in the domain of Ahklys. Of course I encounter the god who almost killed my brother and his stupid boyfriend. Just my luck.
"Hello." She said it like we'd been friends for a while now. It's funny how gods think they can talk to you like that, like stay away from me. I don't want what's left of my cracked sanity to be stripped from me.
"Hi" I started, trying to make sure she knows I'm not her friend, but that's hard when I'm bad at controlling my tone of voice. "why am I here?" I swear, if this goddess tries to kill me, I'm going to quit. No thanks, not here.
So that's exactly what she did.
"Y'know, I need another mania. You would be perfect for the role." Of course. Everyone wants me to join their workforce now. For some reason, I'm tempted to do it. Maybe then I'll be accepted for myself.
Snap out of it Luna. You know that as soon as you're not needed you'll be discarded like last year's leftovers. C'mon, you need to be smarter.
"Bite me." I stood defiantly as I knew what would happen next. She would try to kill me for now wanting to be something as morally bad as her. A monster.
Of course, she then lunged at me. I pulled for my sword, only to realize it had been morphed into some glowing scythe thingy. Honestly, I'll kill people with it. The scythe fits my hand perfectly. It has the perfect balance and weight, too. Perfect for beating up Mount Olympus' god trash.
I slash at her, aiming to cut off her head, but you all know how most swings go. She dodged, and the scythe didn't even scrape the air around her. Why do very old gods not have arthritis? Or like, cancer, or something? That would be the best thing to happen in this situation. Anyways, I need to get back to battle before I die.
Ahklys swiped at me and cut me in the lower right side of my stomach. Of course she had burning acid on the solidified darkness she was using to kill me. Great, just great. Another thing, we need them to be horrible at aiming, like surprisingly bad at aiming. That would make fighting them SO much easier. You have no idea.
Through my pain, I managed to cut Ahklys' leg. That bought me some time. As she tried to stop the ichor from draining out of her leg, I ran. I made it to some lava river, and knew my time wasn't going to last. I panicked. I was stuck here. suddenly Ahklys was here, raising her sword to kill me. Just as it can down onto my head, the dream shifted and I found myself at my old house.
It was the most traumatic day of my life, when I watched my mom torn apart limb by limb. Oh how I hated the furies. One of them took the most important thing in my life, left me with nothing, then tried to kill me too. So, fuck them.
This time however, my mom wasn't there. Neither was Grover or Piper. I was all alone, left to die by the fury. I'm now nervous, trying to expect what will come next. Trying to brace myself for the upcoming fear and hardship. This was going to be a long dream.
I grabbed my scythe, bracing myself for the fury to com bursting through the ceiling, but it never came. I sat there for what seemed like hours waiting for something that never came. For once, I felt lost.
I paced the room, anticipating a huge fight. Something big and bloody, maybe even my death. It never came to trouble me though, I never one caught a glimpse of feathers or fangs. It was just eerie silence. It was driving me crazy. I knew it was going to be a long dream, but now in this type of way. Maybe this was the way it was going to go. Maybe I would be driven mad though this kind of torture. Oh well. I decided to take a look around my room. It looks the same as my last day in it, the beautiful red and black wallpaper glistening in the light. Wow. I actually kind of liked this part of the dream. A calm space. Just how I like it
I lay on my bed and take a nap. Maybe this was just the relief I needed. Maybe, it was an attempt to make me feel better after all the death I've been facing for I don't know how long. Maybe it was my break. My day off. May weekend.
After I woke up from my nap, I went to the kitchen and grabbed a breakfast burrito. I warmed it up in the microwave, then ate it. I missed the comfort of these things. They were one of my safe foods, and I absolutely adored them. Wow, I missed them.
After I ate breakfast, I went to my room and drew. I saw my old sketchbook and thought, I always miss drawing. A couple hours wouldn't hurt. I miss the days when I would spend hours on end drawing a detailed sketch, then coloring it in. It was the best decompressor ever.
I decided to draw Solana. I missed her and it really was going to be hard living out the rest of my afterlife without her. I never planned to be dead this early in my life. Why can't my life be planned out in a schedule? I hated it being this spontaneous. Guess demigod life was never made for me.
Is this Elysium? I guess some people do remember things while sitting there in eternity, though it is very rare. Well, at least my dad isn't giving me special treatment or something. It makes me happy knowing that I died while rebelling against this messed up system. Gods forcing their children to do stupid tasks against them? I will never let them do this to me like they did to so many before. I won't be their mindless puppet. I'm cutting the rope. They can all just bite me. I'll let them cry about it up on their golden thrones.
I stand up from the table, only to fall over and black out. When I woke up, I was in the infirmary. Curse you Zeus. I don't want to go back here in my endless dream world. But, this seemed different. There was Apollo kids walking around. I looked around and soon found Will to my left.
"You're alive!" He practically yelled it. I was still squinting under the bright lighting and here he was acting like me being here was a miracle. I felt like punching something, and hard. I was sitting there, remembering how I'd just come from the boulevard of broken dreams.
"This isn't a dream?" I had to confirm it. I couldn't believe that I was here, alive after dying. I guess that's why Hazel is here today, but still.
"Nope. Nico and I have been worried sick." Nico and him? What about Solana? I thought she would be the one most worried about me. Did she hate me now? Was I really that rude? I can't be guessing. I have to know.
"What about Solana?" A million thought were buzzing in my mind, and I was not going to think about the worst. She's Solana. I mean, she seems really good at forgiving things. She's done it so much in the past? Was there a limit I didn't know about? Did I even hit it? No, I can't loose Solana. I was this close to getting back to her, and I wasn't going to give up now. Will got this guilty look on his face, like he knew something I didn't for a while now. 15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEpX7WOaLiN
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