Whispering Winds

by Complete Synch

They call to him.

In hushed voices.

Playing on his curiosity.

His want.

His need.

To remember.

Who he is.

The Romans.

They say name is enough.

Perseus Jackson.

A title.

Son of Neptune, First Legion.

A purpose.

The gods.

When he questions them.

They simply glare.

As if he's crazy.

They just don't understand.

His burning desire.

To discover.

Who he is.

Don't understand.

That he wants to know.

His favourite colour.

Favourite food.

The little things.

That won't leave him alone.

They simply want him to fall back in line.

To follow orders.

Not to question them.

To hold his tongue.

But he can't.

It's just too hard.

It's not natural.

To sit down and shut up.

Instead.

He's starting his own rebellion.

Opposing the Romans.

But also himself.

Inner turmoil.

Trying to accept.

Who he is.

Without knowing.

He feels so lost.

Like a faceless identity.

But he continues.

To say right is wrong.

Because somehow.

It just feels right.

A connection.

To a past.

He'll never know.

Sorry everybody, it's been like a decade since I've posted anything which I'll blame on me being lazy and my piano exam which I'm totally unprepared for.

So I haven't really had time to write, so this free-verse will have to do. Also sorry to the people who asked for longer one-shots, I haven't really got around to it.

Hot chocolates for xxxxEPICxxxx, apophenia13, HappyAce88, Abigail Thalia La Rue, The Wisdom of Me, meeeethegr8, IFoundAPickle, planes oceans and symphonies, Purpleblob, SeaChick, ManchesterUNFC, shadowchild613 and tweetybirdieee who were awesome enough to take the time and review, fav or alert.

If you like NCIS you can go check out some stories I've posted.

~Synch~