Percy Jackson ⁶

I shifted into the Percy Jackson universe, I don't know how to explain it, but it worked. Somehow I was at Camp Half-Blood, with my cabin, my powers, and… him, Percy.

Everything was perfect. The missions, the training, the nights on the beach. We were together. Truly together. And I was happy... very happy with him.

But nothing lasts forever.

I had just returned from a patrol in the woods. I was tired, sweaty, and all I could think about was taking a shower… when I opened my cabin door, I saw him… Percy, sitting on my bed, holding something in his hands.

My script... My shifting script.

His eyes were fixed on the leaves, his jaw was tense, his breath held.

When he saw me, he didn't say anything at first. He just raised an eyebrow, as if he couldn't believe what he was reading.

"Is this real?" he finally asked, his voice low but filled with anger mixed with disbelief . "Aren't you real?... Was anything we experienced real?!"

My heart stopped; I didn't know what to say. Because yes, I had done it. I had dreamed it, written it, longed for it. And now…

He knew it.