She ran as fast as her injured legs could carry her, constantly checking over her shoulder. She heard the malicious crackles echoing through the dark forest. She quickened her pace, but she new she wouldn't be fast enough. He would always find her. Running was usless, yet she still did it. She didn't want to die without at least trying to survive. She stopped abruptly when she saw a shadowy figure in front of her. He had feached her. The man stepped out of the shadows, reaveling his face. He had handsome feautures, enmarked by his dark brown hair. He stood his full height, 6'2, chin held high, and he held an air of superiority. He had a cruel smirk plastered on his face, wivh went along with psychotic glint in his light green eyes. He reaised the whip in his left hand and-
Percy woke up with a gasp. Nightmares had been hunting her since she was twelve, yet this one was different. Some other person wouldn't think so, but she knew it. It was different. Her emotions, thoughts and actions were completely unique from any other nightmares she'd ever had. She needed to find out why, why it was affecting her so much. She needed to follow the melody.
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The Siren's Call
Hayran KurguPerseus Andromeda Jackson. That was her name. The name of the heroine that was forgotten, betrayed and abandoned by the people she loved. She runs away, away from her so-called friends, from the murder of her family, from everything. She walkes with...
