You Can't Just Say Perchance Novelas e Histórias

Percy’s look says it all for him. “What the hell is going on here?”

If I cannot, what's the worst that could happen? ###

I skimmed it fast, blood knocking against my chest. What’s been done cannot be undone. The curse is coming. It is time for you to choose. You know what must be done. I froze. I stopped breathing for a moment. That was it. No more explanations. Just those cryptic words, devoid of meaning but freighted with implication. I put the scroll down; my hand shook as I did, and I did not dare to look up. “Do you understand it?” Perrin muttered, his words hardly more than a whisper.

Not perfectly. Not permanently. But truly. And that was enough to begin.

*Permiton* Our plan is terrible. It’s risky and rushed, based more on instinct than certainty. Still, it’s the only one we have. I stare down at the ancient text splayed across the marble table, the brittle parchment threatening to crumble beneath my fingers. The ink has faded in places, the script so old it bleeds together like veins across stone, but I’ve read it four times through, and I keep coming back to the same haunting phrase. “Shadow that clings can be burned by light unclaimed.”

I couldn't say it. _______________

"Nothing too permanent.” "Yet."

I answered in a loud voice for I’m getting annoyed at how he is trying to stop me. “This is dangerous.” “Pericles, in what game did I ever lose?” “This is not a game at all.”

“We’re not abandoning you.” Percy’s gaze held mine, unflinching. “Im staying.”

Percival doesn’t need to worry about us. We’ll be fine.