《Kronercy》chapter 7
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While Kronos is in the pits of his mind, Percy uses this time to try to get out of his bonds.
Why is his grip so tight? My adhd is killing me. I’m literally squirming in his grip.
A half hour later.
Ugh, get off me you evil titan. I have to move. Just laying here is torture. Which reminds me. Don’t you have some poor mortals to torture for your sick pleasure and enjoyment?
5 more minutes later.
Kronos all of a sudden gets off me. Not expecting it I, of course, roll off the bed. Ouch, why is the floor so hard?!?!
“ I’ll be back later. Don’t do anything stupid.” And with that he flashes out.
Drama queen.
I carefully take the spider gag off. Who would have thought, that keeping a gag on for an hour, would hurt so much taking it off and relaxing said mouth.
Looking around the small room. I notice there is a guitar leaning against the wall in the corner.
italics.
Hmm it's been awhile since we last played."
....
Nope, I promised I wouldn't do it.
...
Nope, not doing it.
Pauses all train of thought.
Start reaching for the Guitar.
Dam it all to uncle Hades. I will not play again, not after what happened last time.
"But what happened last time?"
Yeah, it was definitely one of the weirdest things that has ever happened to me.
Aw, what the Kronos. Let's play.
Grabs the guitar and starts to tune it.
OK now that that is done, what song should I play? I sat on the bed, contemplating what song I wanted to play. Hmm.
"Oo, oo, oo, you should play handclap, by Fitz and the Tantrums."
That could work.
"Let it Go!"
"To the Dreamers, by For King and Country!"
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Enough, if you both can't pick a song that you both will like, then I will pick for you.
" Awww, come on!"
The song I pick to play is, "Song of the Sea" by Nolween Leroy.
OK, here it goes. I walk over to the bay window and open it a little to catch a nice breeze. I breathe in, once, twice. OK, here it goes.
(All 3 bold, italics, and underlined all 3 but one would only hear Percy singing. And the song above is the song he is singing)
Hush now my story
Close your eyes and sleep
Diving the deep
The windows on the rise
Whispering words
Of long lost lullabies.
Oh won't you come with me
Where the Moon is made of gold
We'll be sailing
Where the ocean meets the sky
I had a dream last night
Castles in the sand
Oh won't you come with me
Where the Moon is made of gold
We'll be sailing
Where the ocean meets the sky
We'll sing the song of the sea.
Rolling
We'll be sailing
Where the ocean meets the sky
We'll sing the song of the sea.
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