I've Died a Thousand Times

They showed him his kingdom, the extravagant houses of the rich and the pitiful shacks of the poor. After years of isolation and strict lessons, Percy could not believe his eyes.

He took it all in, they even made him talk to the people of all classes and trades. It was the last step in his education to fully understand what his position would entail.

The rebellions and chaos that riddled his town since his father's death had to end. His mentors wanted to ensure that Percy would be the best King and was able restore peace.

It was on his way back to the castle, as he sat in his carriage, staring at the sheds of the struggling farmers, that a sudden feeling came over him.

On the edges of his mind was a face he could barely make out and on the tip of his tongue a name he hardly remembered. The shacks made that person resurface but Percy couldn't remember who it was.

Percy shook his head and mentally prepared himself for the ceremony that would give him his rightful throne.