"Sea and land may lie between us, but my heart is always there with you"
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Perseus Jackson was a Merman, wanting nothing more than to explore the surface.
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Percy awoke with a peculiar pounding in his head. He had somehow transported to the comfort of his bed, blinking stars as he opened his eyes.
The prince of the seven seas felt weighted down, his limbs were tired and his thoughts were fuzzy.
He could recall the princess of Athens in his chambers a few hours before, and everything was a fog in his memory after.
He had a bump on his head from where he hit the floor. Prince Malcolm did warn him that this disorientation was normal after a night of indulging.
Percy had certainly gone overboard last night. He wasn't able to stop himself, much to Prince Malcom's chagrin, Percy had lost himself in the bottle entirely.
He'd felt weightless as the alcohol traveled down his throat, almost like he was back home, in the ocean, floating through the gentle waters.
That's where he wanted to be, for the moment atleast. Away from all the turmoil or courts and knowledge of war.
So In the dead of night, the prince of the seven seas travelled towards the ocean, standing at the precipice of a great decision.
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The giant waved lapped against each other under the night, stars shimmering atop them as Percy inched closer.
A single drop was all he needed to transport himself home. To pretend that every luxury he had atop land was a mere illusion . To go back to meeting the princess of Athens in only his dreams.
His body refused to move, the inate pounding in his head giving way to a storm of grief that rattled his very bones.
How could live without the very thing that became his life? How was he to pretend the woman he loved was a figment of his imagination?
But With war on the horizon, how was he to choose between his head and heart? He could not forsake his seas, they were his home. He could not forsake the princess, nor her lands, he had come to love them as if they were his heaven.
