November's Point of ViewI woke up inside an entirely new room. It was one hell of a room, and I thought it belonged to royalty. I think I never belong to it, as if my existence was stained in this pristine luxury room. Okay, I might be exaggerated but honestly, this room was kind of you see in a magazine, Forbes maybe? Ugh I don’t knowNo, seriously. The whole room screamed like I had never belonged in, the stone floor vibrating in slow, patient booms that settled behind my ribs. Heat rolls across my cheeks, dry and clean, like someone ironed the air. For one unglamorous second I think: I thought I was a trespasser, alright. Then the second second arrives, and then I look up at the ceiling and see a red dragon painting the size of a cathedral perched like a suspicious housecat on a throne of crystal. Who the hell painted such enormous paint?Right. The King’s lair. Which is also, apparently, Zeus’s grandpa’s main hall. Wait! I remember Zeus taking me to a room.Don’t ask me how I got
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