div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;"She looked so beautiful, her long blonde hair cascaded down her back in small waves and her nose was delicate. Her piercing grey eyes stared at me, as if to try and logically figure out what I was doing in her house. /div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;"As she descended the marble steps, her heels clicking on the cold stone, she called a helper to gather the train of her flawless lilac ball gown. She accompanied her gown with silver accessories and a matching lilac masquerade mask. The classical music from the piano in the entryway faded and became an urgent beeping. The blonde girl asked me if I was okay, she asked me what was happening. It was uncharacteristic for her usual cool attitude, what was happening? /div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;"The room was spinning and everything was crashing against everything. It was hot, almost like lava, and the girl, oh, the girl, her expression was panicked and anxious. I didn't understand./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;""PERCY! HELP ME!" were her last words before reality washed in and I awoke. It was the same dream every night. The girl's identity was never revealed, and it always ended with the same words. She knew his name, how? The mask that covered the middle section of her face was never removed, why? What secrets did she hide? /div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;"Anyway, I've woken up again from another of the same dream and I must stop obsessing over it. I start my training to become the next King of New Olympia, so I must have a clear mind./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;"Oh, by the way, my name is Percy, Percy Jackson/div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;"As she descended the marble steps, her heels clicking on the cold stone, she called a helper to gather the train of her flawless lilac ball gown. She accompanied her gown with silver accessories and a matching lilac masquerade mask. The classical music from the piano in the entryway faded and became an urgent beeping. The blonde girl asked me if I was okay, she asked me what was happening. It was uncharacteristic for her usual cool attitude, what was happening? /div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;"The room was spinning and everything was crashing against everything. It was hot, almost like lava, and the girl, oh, the girl, her expression was panicked and anxious. I didn't understand./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;""PERCY! HELP ME!" were her last words before reality washed in and I awoke. It was the same dream every night. The girl's identity was never revealed, and it always ended with the same words. She knew his name, how? The mask that covered the middle section of her face was never removed, why? What secrets did she hide? /div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;"Anyway, I've woken up again from another of the same dream and I must stop obsessing over it. I start my training to become the next King of New Olympia, so I must have a clear mind./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;"Oh, by the way, my name is Percy, Percy Jackson/div