Morpheus’ Daughter
AN: My first ever fanfic, so please go easy on me. Please excuse and errors. Enjoy reading.
Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians
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10 years before the Last Olympian
A six year old girl played on the swings of her school’s playground. The air was warm as it was a typical day in the month of June in the sub-tropical Bahamas. Her hair, as brown as tree bark, tied into a ponytail, swished as she sung forward and back. The force of the swinging ruffled her blue, grey, and white plaid school uniform. Her young honey colored skin shimmered in the sunlight. Her dreamy grey eyes greatly contrasted with her complexion making her look like she daydreamed every second of the day.
All of a sudden, she began to feel dizzy. Immediately the girl stopped swinging. As the swing slowed down, she noticed the loud school yard becoming mute to her ears and her vision blurring. When the swing had come to a complete stop, she stood on the sand and her legs felt wobbly like jell-o. The girl was finding it difficult to concentrate on the world around her. She felt drained of energy. Sleepy is a better word to describe how she felt.
Within seconds, she closed her dreamy grey eyes and fell unconscious in the sand next to the swings.
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The girl lay in a hospital bed a few hours later. A teacher in the school yard had witness what had happened to her and immediately summoned the school nurse. The girl would not wake up so she was transferred to Doctor’s Hospital. The doctors believed the girl was suffering an attack from epilepsy. It was more than a mere epilepsy attack.
A man dressed in a black cloak suddenly appeared by the girl’s bedside. He was light skinned with blonde hair and dreamy grey eyes. Despite the bright lighting in the room, he did not cast a shadow. It was as if he were an illusion shimmering as he moved. Morpheus, the god of dreams, smiled and placed his hand on the little girl’s forehead. The small child shifted in her sleep, but did not awake.
Morpheus vanished.
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6 years later (5 years before the Last Olympian)
Ciera wiped a tear out of her eye as she placed a red rose on the coffin hovering over a newly dug grave. Her mother had passed away. The twelve year old girl had never felt so alone before in her life. With her mother gone and her father nowhere to be found, Ciera would have to live with her Aunt Daphne.
The wind blew through her long black dress and medium length brown hair as the coffin was lowered into the ground and the bystanders disappeared.
“Are you coming dear?” Daphne Thompson asked her niece. Daphne was tall and slim with the same honey complexion as Ciera. She replaced her black heels with a comfortable pair of bright blue flip-flops.
“No.” Ciera simply replied in her quiet tone. “I’m staying. I’ll walk home when I’m ready.”
Daphne hesitated. As Ciera’s new legal guardian, she was informed of her niece’s condition. Since the age of six, Ciera was plagued with epilepsy which is difficult to predict. The doctors still couldn’t find out the cause of these attacks. Lately, Ciera found herself having these attacks more frequently since her mother’s death. The attacks only lasted for ten minutes the most, but her aunt was still a bit concerned.
“I’ll be fine. Don’t worry.” Ciera insisted knowing the source of her aunt’s hesitation.
A long moment of silence went by.
“Fine.” Daphne simply said. “Be careful.”
With that, the woman walked off to her car.
Ciera walked over to the nearest bench and sat alone in the graveyard. Involuntarily, she began to cry.
Morpheus, the god of dreams, stepped out of the shadows of a nearby tree and walked over to the bench where Ciera was. The sun blazed its burning light, yet he did not cast a shadow. The noise of singing bugs in the grass had stopped. The birds hushed their singing. All the creatures had fallen asleep.
“May I sit here?” The god asked the crying girl.
Ciera looked up and her teary grey eyes met his. He too looked as if he had lost a loved one. She nodded and Morpheus took a seat beside her.
After a long silence, the god spoke.
“I’m so sorry Ciera.” Morpheus said turning to the girl sitting beside him.
“How?-How do you know my name?” Ciera asked taken aback that this stranger knew her name.
“How could I afford to not know the name of my own daughter?” Morpheus replied with a question.
Ciera’s eyes met Morpheus’ eyes. She then realized that his eyes were exactly like hers. Deep down she felt that she somehow knew this man.
Ciera escaped Morpheus’ gaze and looked at the ground to her shadow. That’s when she saw there was no shadow besides hers.
“You don’t have a shadow!” She stood up in shock. “Who are you? What are you?”
“I am Morpheus.” He replied standing off the bench. “god of dreams and your father.”
Morpheus waved his hand in front of Ciera’s face. She fell to the ground unconscious.
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She found herself standing in Doctor’s Hospital. Ciera looked and saw her mother sitting upright in a hospital bed, alone in the room cradling a baby girl wrapped in a light pink blanket. Lily Thompson had the same complexion and hair color as Ciera with dark brown sleepy looking eyes.
Morpheus appeared from nowhere and approached the woman and baby girl.
“She has your eyes.” Lily’s soft voice spoke. Hearing her mother’s voice made a tear roll down Ciera’s cheek.
Morpheus smiled looking at the sleeping newly born girl. His smile vanished as he released a sigh.
“I cannot stay.” He sadly pointed out.
Lily nodded her head understandingly.
“I know.” Lily said.
“You should get some rest.” Morpheus suggested.
He placed his hand on Lily’s shoulder and she became drowsy and felt asleep.
“I’m sorry.” Morpheus whispered before vanishing.
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Ciera awoke to find herself lying on the bench of the cemetery.
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Year of the Last Olympian, Two months before the battle
It’s been four years since Ciera found out she was a demi god. Ciera felt lucky. Her father had claimed her and told her the truth about everything. Even though this should have put her in extreme danger, it didn’t. Being the daughter of Morpheus had its advantage. Monsters would either ignore her, or fall asleep just coming within a hundred mile radius of her. She didn’t have dyslexia and ADHD like other demigods. However, she did suffer from frequent epilepsy attacks. Also, when she talked to people for a long time, they would become drowsy. Because of this, she had little friends.
Morpheus did not want her to go to Camp Half-Blood. There was no cabin in Morpheus’ name; therefore they would just stuff her in Cabin 11 with the Hermes children and undetermined campers. Besides, it she could possibly be killed if she were to have an attack during capture the flag. She was weak in body strength and wouldn’t be able to do much of the camp’s activities anyway. Then there was Dionysus.
Whenever she had an epilepsy attack, she would go on adventurers in the Dream Realm. Sometimes her father and uncle Phobetor would send her on an errand. But that’s a different story.
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Ciera carefully placed her diploma and awards on the wooden grey desk in her room. She had just graduated from high school at the age of sixteen almost seventeen. (AN: Most teens graduate from high school in the Bahamas when they are this age. Just like me.) She took off the navy blue blazer and golden sash she was wearing, revealing a grey and blue school uniform, and hung them up on her closet door. Ciera sat on her twin bed with black comforter and began to take off her black leather shoes and navy blue socks.
“Congratulations.” A familiar male voice reached Ciera’s ears.
“Dad!” She said looking up at Morpheus who stood right in front of her.
Her excitement changed to concern as she saw her father’s serious face.
“Is something wrong?” She questioned as she finished taking off her shoes and socks and stood off of the bed. She brushed of her blue pleated skirt.
“There is a war going on as you know.” Morpheus said in a serious tone. “And I have decided to fight on Kronos’ side.”
“Isn’t he the bad guy?” Ciera tilted her head in puzzlement. She remembered hearing something about that during her travels through the Dream Realm.
“No. He is just trying to give those damn Olympians what they deserve.” Morpheus said the word Olympians as if it were a disease.
“But why? Why would you help the dude who ate his own children take over the world?” Ciera asked in a frightened tone.
“Why should we help the Olympians?” Morpheus answered her question with a question while raising his voice. “All they do is boss us Minors around and treat our children and their own children as if they’re nothing but tools. They don’t care about us. They only care about themselves.”
Ciera was becoming even more frightened. The calm, dreamy, laid back father she knew began to seem threatening to her. To her, Morpheus’ eyes were on the verge of losing their dreamy effect and became like a violent snow storm in Antarctica.
“Ciera, my daughter” Morpheus’ eyes became dreamy again as he held his daughter’s shoulders. “Join us on Kronos’ side. You can help me put Manhattan in an endless slumber. You won’t be required to fight. .......Together, we can help build a new world where we are respected.”
Ciera remained quiet as she tried to register her father’s words in her mind. She did feel deep down that the Olympians did deserve what’s coming at them. After all, if you’re not able to take the time to spend with your children, why get yourself involved with mortals and have them? Sure they were accidents, but the Olympians should have taken the responsibility to make time for their kids. Morpheus made time for his daughter, so why couldn’t they do the same for their children. And why did they only have twelve cabins at Camp Half-Blood. Were children of the Minor gods not welcomed?
All these questions ran through her head. But Ciera began to see the situation another way. What if the Olympians do care about the welfare of their children, but just can’t find the time? What if this is all a trap laid by Kronos to gain followers. After all, she once read that Kronos was also called the Crooked One.
“No dad I’m not joining you.” Ciera said in a serious tone escaping Morpheus’s grip.
Morpheus felt betrayed that his own daughter. His only child would go against him. However, he was more concerned for her safety than anything else.
“Fine.” Morpheus began. “So be it.....But I will not have you running off joining the other side. It’s too dangerous.”
With that, Morpheus waved his hand in front of his daughter’s face.
“Don’t do it daddy.” Ciera said weakly as her body weakened and she fell to her knees with tears rolling down her cheeks.
Morpheus caught his daughter as she fell into a coma and collapsed. He gently rested her on her bed.
“I’m sorry.” Morpheus whispered as he brushed her brown bangs off of her honey colored forehead. “I promise. You will wake up to a better world.”
With that, he vanished and headed to Manhattan to scout the battlefield, leaving his daughter to remain in a slumber which would last until he returned after the war.
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The End
AN: I do hope you enjoyed the story. I know it’s not much, but I really felt the need to share this. Review if you wish.
AN: My first ever fanfic, so please go easy on me. Please excuse and errors. Enjoy reading.
Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians
_________________________________________________
10 years before the Last Olympian
A six year old girl played on the swings of her school’s playground. The air was warm as it was a typical day in the month of June in the sub-tropical Bahamas. Her hair, as brown as tree bark, tied into a ponytail, swished as she sung forward and back. The force of the swinging ruffled her blue, grey, and white plaid school uniform. Her young honey colored skin shimmered in the sunlight. Her dreamy grey eyes greatly contrasted with her complexion making her look like she daydreamed every second of the day.
All of a sudden, she began to feel dizzy. Immediately the girl stopped swinging. As the swing slowed down, she noticed the loud school yard becoming mute to her ears and her vision blurring. When the swing had come to a complete stop, she stood on the sand and her legs felt wobbly like jell-o. The girl was finding it difficult to concentrate on the world around her. She felt drained of energy. Sleepy is a better word to describe how she felt.
Within seconds, she closed her dreamy grey eyes and fell unconscious in the sand next to the swings.
----------------
The girl lay in a hospital bed a few hours later. A teacher in the school yard had witness what had happened to her and immediately summoned the school nurse. The girl would not wake up so she was transferred to Doctor’s Hospital. The doctors believed the girl was suffering an attack from epilepsy. It was more than a mere epilepsy attack.
A man dressed in a black cloak suddenly appeared by the girl’s bedside. He was light skinned with blonde hair and dreamy grey eyes. Despite the bright lighting in the room, he did not cast a shadow. It was as if he were an illusion shimmering as he moved. Morpheus, the god of dreams, smiled and placed his hand on the little girl’s forehead. The small child shifted in her sleep, but did not awake.
Morpheus vanished.
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6 years later (5 years before the Last Olympian)
Ciera wiped a tear out of her eye as she placed a red rose on the coffin hovering over a newly dug grave. Her mother had passed away. The twelve year old girl had never felt so alone before in her life. With her mother gone and her father nowhere to be found, Ciera would have to live with her Aunt Daphne.
The wind blew through her long black dress and medium length brown hair as the coffin was lowered into the ground and the bystanders disappeared.
“Are you coming dear?” Daphne Thompson asked her niece. Daphne was tall and slim with the same honey complexion as Ciera. She replaced her black heels with a comfortable pair of bright blue flip-flops.
“No.” Ciera simply replied in her quiet tone. “I’m staying. I’ll walk home when I’m ready.”
Daphne hesitated. As Ciera’s new legal guardian, she was informed of her niece’s condition. Since the age of six, Ciera was plagued with epilepsy which is difficult to predict. The doctors still couldn’t find out the cause of these attacks. Lately, Ciera found herself having these attacks more frequently since her mother’s death. The attacks only lasted for ten minutes the most, but her aunt was still a bit concerned.
“I’ll be fine. Don’t worry.” Ciera insisted knowing the source of her aunt’s hesitation.
A long moment of silence went by.
“Fine.” Daphne simply said. “Be careful.”
With that, the woman walked off to her car.
Ciera walked over to the nearest bench and sat alone in the graveyard. Involuntarily, she began to cry.
Morpheus, the god of dreams, stepped out of the shadows of a nearby tree and walked over to the bench where Ciera was. The sun blazed its burning light, yet he did not cast a shadow. The noise of singing bugs in the grass had stopped. The birds hushed their singing. All the creatures had fallen asleep.
“May I sit here?” The god asked the crying girl.
Ciera looked up and her teary grey eyes met his. He too looked as if he had lost a loved one. She nodded and Morpheus took a seat beside her.
After a long silence, the god spoke.
“I’m so sorry Ciera.” Morpheus said turning to the girl sitting beside him.
“How?-How do you know my name?” Ciera asked taken aback that this stranger knew her name.
“How could I afford to not know the name of my own daughter?” Morpheus replied with a question.
Ciera’s eyes met Morpheus’ eyes. She then realized that his eyes were exactly like hers. Deep down she felt that she somehow knew this man.
Ciera escaped Morpheus’ gaze and looked at the ground to her shadow. That’s when she saw there was no shadow besides hers.
“You don’t have a shadow!” She stood up in shock. “Who are you? What are you?”
“I am Morpheus.” He replied standing off the bench. “god of dreams and your father.”
Morpheus waved his hand in front of Ciera’s face. She fell to the ground unconscious.
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She found herself standing in Doctor’s Hospital. Ciera looked and saw her mother sitting upright in a hospital bed, alone in the room cradling a baby girl wrapped in a light pink blanket. Lily Thompson had the same complexion and hair color as Ciera with dark brown sleepy looking eyes.
Morpheus appeared from nowhere and approached the woman and baby girl.
“She has your eyes.” Lily’s soft voice spoke. Hearing her mother’s voice made a tear roll down Ciera’s cheek.
Morpheus smiled looking at the sleeping newly born girl. His smile vanished as he released a sigh.
“I cannot stay.” He sadly pointed out.
Lily nodded her head understandingly.
“I know.” Lily said.
“You should get some rest.” Morpheus suggested.
He placed his hand on Lily’s shoulder and she became drowsy and felt asleep.
“I’m sorry.” Morpheus whispered before vanishing.
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Ciera awoke to find herself lying on the bench of the cemetery.
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Year of the Last Olympian, Two months before the battle
It’s been four years since Ciera found out she was a demi god. Ciera felt lucky. Her father had claimed her and told her the truth about everything. Even though this should have put her in extreme danger, it didn’t. Being the daughter of Morpheus had its advantage. Monsters would either ignore her, or fall asleep just coming within a hundred mile radius of her. She didn’t have dyslexia and ADHD like other demigods. However, she did suffer from frequent epilepsy attacks. Also, when she talked to people for a long time, they would become drowsy. Because of this, she had little friends.
Morpheus did not want her to go to Camp Half-Blood. There was no cabin in Morpheus’ name; therefore they would just stuff her in Cabin 11 with the Hermes children and undetermined campers. Besides, it she could possibly be killed if she were to have an attack during capture the flag. She was weak in body strength and wouldn’t be able to do much of the camp’s activities anyway. Then there was Dionysus.
Whenever she had an epilepsy attack, she would go on adventurers in the Dream Realm. Sometimes her father and uncle Phobetor would send her on an errand. But that’s a different story.
-----------
Ciera carefully placed her diploma and awards on the wooden grey desk in her room. She had just graduated from high school at the age of sixteen almost seventeen. (AN: Most teens graduate from high school in the Bahamas when they are this age. Just like me.) She took off the navy blue blazer and golden sash she was wearing, revealing a grey and blue school uniform, and hung them up on her closet door. Ciera sat on her twin bed with black comforter and began to take off her black leather shoes and navy blue socks.
“Congratulations.” A familiar male voice reached Ciera’s ears.
“Dad!” She said looking up at Morpheus who stood right in front of her.
Her excitement changed to concern as she saw her father’s serious face.
“Is something wrong?” She questioned as she finished taking off her shoes and socks and stood off of the bed. She brushed of her blue pleated skirt.
“There is a war going on as you know.” Morpheus said in a serious tone. “And I have decided to fight on Kronos’ side.”
“Isn’t he the bad guy?” Ciera tilted her head in puzzlement. She remembered hearing something about that during her travels through the Dream Realm.
“No. He is just trying to give those damn Olympians what they deserve.” Morpheus said the word Olympians as if it were a disease.
“But why? Why would you help the dude who ate his own children take over the world?” Ciera asked in a frightened tone.
“Why should we help the Olympians?” Morpheus answered her question with a question while raising his voice. “All they do is boss us Minors around and treat our children and their own children as if they’re nothing but tools. They don’t care about us. They only care about themselves.”
Ciera was becoming even more frightened. The calm, dreamy, laid back father she knew began to seem threatening to her. To her, Morpheus’ eyes were on the verge of losing their dreamy effect and became like a violent snow storm in Antarctica.
“Ciera, my daughter” Morpheus’ eyes became dreamy again as he held his daughter’s shoulders. “Join us on Kronos’ side. You can help me put Manhattan in an endless slumber. You won’t be required to fight. .......Together, we can help build a new world where we are respected.”
Ciera remained quiet as she tried to register her father’s words in her mind. She did feel deep down that the Olympians did deserve what’s coming at them. After all, if you’re not able to take the time to spend with your children, why get yourself involved with mortals and have them? Sure they were accidents, but the Olympians should have taken the responsibility to make time for their kids. Morpheus made time for his daughter, so why couldn’t they do the same for their children. And why did they only have twelve cabins at Camp Half-Blood. Were children of the Minor gods not welcomed?
All these questions ran through her head. But Ciera began to see the situation another way. What if the Olympians do care about the welfare of their children, but just can’t find the time? What if this is all a trap laid by Kronos to gain followers. After all, she once read that Kronos was also called the Crooked One.
“No dad I’m not joining you.” Ciera said in a serious tone escaping Morpheus’s grip.
Morpheus felt betrayed that his own daughter. His only child would go against him. However, he was more concerned for her safety than anything else.
“Fine.” Morpheus began. “So be it.....But I will not have you running off joining the other side. It’s too dangerous.”
With that, Morpheus waved his hand in front of his daughter’s face.
“Don’t do it daddy.” Ciera said weakly as her body weakened and she fell to her knees with tears rolling down her cheeks.
Morpheus caught his daughter as she fell into a coma and collapsed. He gently rested her on her bed.
“I’m sorry.” Morpheus whispered as he brushed her brown bangs off of her honey colored forehead. “I promise. You will wake up to a better world.”
With that, he vanished and headed to Manhattan to scout the battlefield, leaving his daughter to remain in a slumber which would last until he returned after the war.
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The End
AN: I do hope you enjoyed the story. I know it’s not much, but I really felt the need to share this. Review if you wish.
