Percy Jackson: An Endless of Dreams (BL)

The laughter of Orpheus still echoed faintly in the sacred air of the temple, as he told a silly joke that he only laughed at. Sirius was pacing, shaking his head in disbelief. Remus was muttering about sentient relics, and Lily was already taking mental notes with the fierce curiosity of someone who'd glimpsed something far beyond textbooks and classrooms.

Even expecting what magic can do, they couldn't make sense of a talking head. However, they understood it was important to James and his family line. I thought I would visit them and give them a scare in their pea-sized brains and shatter their worldwide view. Gotta get my fun somehow, like my son, as he scared them with just a boo.

As they stood there, the air shifted.

A wind that did not belong to the natural world stirred the silken veils. The temperature dropped—not too cold, but to stillness. A perfect, eternal hush.

The fine white sand that lay beneath the altar of Orpheus began to spiral—gently at first, then with force. It spun into the air like a storm, swirling upward into a column of light and dreamstuff. The golden laurels upon Orpheus's head rattled lightly, as if recognizing the presence that had just arrived.

The three guests stepped back instinctively, wands rising.

But James Potter did not move.

He just knew who was coming from the potter's family history and stories told by Orpheus and in the past potter family's journals.

His knees hit the ground with purpose. Head bowed, eyes closed, every part of him emanating reverence. He did so out of respect and something far more powerful than him or anyone he knew.

"James?" Lily asked, confused.

"Mate, what are you—" Sirius began.

But they all froze when the figure took shape.

From within the sandstorm stepped a being more real than gods and less bound than time. His form was ethereal yet grounded—dark robes spun from the night sky, skin kissed by stardust, and eyes that held galaxies behind them. His presence was heavy with power, and something older than any divine force the world had known.

Then I looked at James.

"Rise, son of Fleamont," I spoke like a mysterious unknown, my voice was like the wind echoing across eternity."Current Lord Potter, and descendant of Orpheus and Eirenaios."

James rose slowly, respectfully. "My lord Dream," he said softly and respectfully.

Sirius, Remus, and Lily stared—eyes wide, unsure whether to flee, kneel, or stand frozen in place.

I turned my gaze upon them—eyes deep, vast, filled with things they could not name.

They flinched under the weight of my attention, like mortals feeling the full gravity of a cosmic truth.

"They don't understand," Orpheus's head murmured from his pedestal, "but they will." Oh yes, they will, my son, I thought.

James turned to them, offering a calming hand. "It's alright. He won't harm you. This… This is Dream of the Endless."

He looked each of them in the eye, then continued, voice full of awe.

"He is the bearer of Orpheus… the Dreamlord… ruler of the Dreaming… my many great-grandfather."

Lily swallowed. "Endless? You mean like… more than a god?"

"Yes, young Lily, more than a god because I'm dreams themselves," I said.

Remus's mind was already racing, trying to come answers that he didn't know of.. "The Dreaming… that's one of the mythical planes. It can't be real—it's just a metaphor," He mumbled out think about a book he read before.

"No," I said gently but firmly. "It is real. As am I."

Sirius blinked, eyes narrowing. "You mean you've been watching this family for generations?"

"I have walked beside them," I answered. "I have watched their triumphs, their grief, their rise, and their ruin. I cradled Orpheus when he wept for Eurydice. I stood vigil when the Potters crossed the sea to make this sacred isle their own."

Lily stepped forward, still stunned. "Why appear now?"

I want to regard her with something like approval. "Because war clouds your world. And in the shadow of destruction, truth must return. The roots of this family must be remembered—not just by blood, but by those who will stand with them."

Sirius lowered his wand. "You're… not a threat, then?"

You gave the barest ghost of a smile. "Only to those who threaten what I guard."

And then I turned to James again.

"You have chosen well. These three are worthy. Let them know your line—not just in flesh and spell, but in dream and legacy."

James bowed his head once more. "Yes, my lord."

The sand around my feet began to swirl again, lifting slowly as my form began to dissolve back into the dreaming.

But before you vanished completely, your voice echoed through the chamber once more:

"Remember this moment. For it will shape what is to come."

And just like that, the storm of sand faded. The silence returned. The sacred air stilled.

Sirius exhaled the breath he didn't know he was holding. "Well… bloody hell."

Remus nodded numbly. "Yeah. That was… That was something else."

Lily touched her chest, eyes wide but burning with excitement. "We just met a being older than the gods."

James looked to them all, his voice low but firm.

"And now you know. What my family was and always was. More than a family. It's a legacy of dreams."