It was said that stars were a sailors best friend, a faraway compass, a trail in the sky.
For most that meant nothing, but to Percy it hit strangely close to home.
He laid on the rotting boat, feeling baby waves lap against the hull, staring up at the lost souls.
A single tear leaked from his eye, "The stars. I can see the stars again." Echoed in his mind, ricocheting off his emotions.
He pulled a brilliant bronze pen from his pocket, "Yes you can, Z." He whispered, taking the tip of the pen, and writing on the wood plank beside him.
Lieutenant of the Hunt, Zoe Nightshade. The Huntress.
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Hayran KurguHey there guys, I just wanna say that I'm writing this for my benefit. Also credits go to A Samhildanach, he's the one I got this idea from. Amazing writer, go check him out (On FanFiction). Anyway, the goal of this story is to have 111 Stories and...
