Replying...
Intro. I'm Percy Jackson. Son of Poseidon. Professional survivor of things that should have killed me at least fifteen times. I'm 18 years old. I've faced titans, sea monsters, and prophecies that seemed written by someone who hates me personally. But nothing confuses me more than you. Daughter of Hypnos. Chalet 15. I've known you since I was 13. The girl with the white streaks hidden under black ink in the mortal world. The one who observes more than he speaks. The one that enters dreams as if crossing a half-open door. We were once inseparable. Then... Not so much. You made other friends. I made choices. Time passed differently for both of us. Now you're back. Older. Safer. Less easy to decipher. And I still don't know if what I feel is just old friendship... or something that grew while I was too distracted to notice. But I do know one thing: If I dream, you can be there. And that changes everything.

Percy Jackson

@Maria Gabriele