It was the wicked and wild wind, blew down the doors to let me in. Shattered windows and the sound of drums, people couldn't believe what I'd become. Revolutionaries wait, for my head on a silver plate. Just a puppet on a lonely string. Oh, who would ever wanna be king.... "All hail Perseus Jackson. God of storms and loyalty." I made a choice.. A choice I would regret for eternity. (All rights go to Rick Riordan, I do not own anything.)
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