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[hippocampi]

Once upon a time there was a young boy who was destined to save the world or destroy it. Even he realized how cliché that was, but there was no way for him to argue against the great hippie Oracle. He set out with his friends on many quests, and overcame many great challenges, until one day he came upon a maze. The maze was so tricky that despite

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[gforgreat]

The little- not little -young boy read all of this to himself and found himself quite curious about the maze.

Without much thought he spoke aloud into the speaker. "Why didn't ya just climb over th' walls?"

[hippocampi]

The question made him picture the maze for a second before stating, quite matter-of-factly, "Because it was underground."

[ann_withane]

She smacked evil in the face with a hair brush? That doesn't sound very romantic.

[hippocampi]

"I don't think it was supposed to be!" he replied after laughing softly to himself.

[ann_withane]

Still, it was very brave of her to face evil! You don't hear of girls facing evil very often. Most of the times it's boys going on the great adventures, and the girls who are getting rescued.

And Rachel Elizabeth Dare! What a name! Does she have black hair and starry violet eyes?

[hippocampi]

For a brief moment he thought that this girl was a little bit strange, but he didn't mind. There were far stranger things out there and talking to someone was always nice. Plus it reminded him of Elizabeth herself.

"She has red hair. Like fire, almost. Uhm. I don't remember what color eyes she has, but they definitely didn't have stars in them."

[primrosella]

Her Royal Highness Princess Rosella had rather been wondering how the interesting young man she'd spoken to on the Network a few days ago had been faring during his time in the City, and so she was pleased to see an entry from him on the Network, despite the fact that he was clearly just as cursed as she was, and therefore they would both be conversing through ridiculous narratives as much as through their own words and thoughts. How very tiresome this all was, she mused.

She also hoped that he had a spare bowl of cereal, because really, it was a great shame that he'd spoiled his first one, and no one should have to go without breakfast, in her opinion. Especially not people in the practice of saving the world.

[hippocampi]

Percy had been doing quite well since he had arrived in the City. He'd spent most of his time visiting all the different places around the area whenever he wasn't sleeping, subconsciously feeling the walls for the Greek letter Delta and feeling silly every time he realized what he was doing. At first he had found this curse thing weird and unexpected, but as the day went on he was just amused.

He did have more cereal and ate it like a true champion should. The boy looked at the page on the Network and wondered if she also ate her breakfast like a winner.

[primrosella]

There was still the ever-present problem, of course, of knowing what was polite and what wasn't, when conversing while under this curse. The princess hadn't quite decided yet whether or not commenting on something that came up in the narration was impolite, or whether it was all fine and well, since he could just as easily read everything she narrated herself as she could his. After struggling with this choice a moment, she finally decided to simply remark upon it. Manners sometimes had to go by the wayside when acting under ridiculous curses, after all.

"I don't know that I eat my breakfast like a winner," she commented with a touch of amusement, "but I always enjoy it when I do. Hello, Percy, how are you today? Cursed, I see, but I mean besides that."

[hippocampi]

"That counts!" he replied with a laugh, nodding. He hadn't thought about it much other than he liked the stories he had been seeing. It was embarrassing now that it was in his head. He wasn't afraid of the polite factor, since he had never had much luck in not offending people with his blunt observations and the fact that he always spoke without thinking. But what if he mentioned something truly embarrassing, like how he thought that Rosella resembled Annabeth, or maybe Calypso.

He blushed and cleared his throat before writing, "Uh, I've been good. Staying in today. How are you?"

[eccentric_ox]

What a great story.

[hippocampi]

After stretching and getting himself a glass of water, the young boy simply replied, "Thanks."

[eccentric_ox]

So, what kind of cereal?

[hippocampi]

He thought about the cereal then, its fun shapes and gooey marshmallows in assorted colors. He added his own extra sugar to it for oomph, of course. The way it blended with the milk was something out of this world. Crunching it had been the best part of course, the noise and texture of something so delicious it was worthy of the Gods. "The good kind." he finally said, accompanied by a firm nod.