content. But some things bothered him, causing him to think to himself, “If I have some relation to these people, why was I wandering around the woods in the first place?” This caused some paranoia about the village people in his heart, but that didn’t matter now. As he continued up the peak of the decently sized mound, he decided it would be good to rest due to his tiredness, even though he was almost to the top. He found a tree that was partially caved in that he could use for adequate cover, so he propped himself up there for the night, then closed his eyes. As his vision blurred, he could hear birds whistling and crickets chirping, as he faded into his sleep. When he awoke, he didn’t know where he was or what happened. He felt a strange pull to the hill ahead of him. Slowly he started to rise from the tree he was sleeping under and started again to the top of the hill. As he was walking he saw some of the best things one can see. When he reached the top of the hill he could see the whole world and realized he was on Mount Olympus. As he walked around the top of the hill he was welcomed home, which he found strange. While walking to the center of the hill he started to feel power rushing through his body. In the center of the hill was a palace with power flowing out of it. He walked through the doors and was greeted with celebration. The celebration lasted for hours, but he was still confused about everything. He asked around and most thought he was crazy, but one person told him something that really confused him: You are Acrisius, a hero made immortal. Progressive Story
et instituit rursum ad crescem collis. Dum ambulabat, vidit nonnulla quam optima. Cum he pervenit ad crescem collis, poterat videre omnem mundum et ad exitum perduxit esse in Montem Olympum. Dum ambulavit circum crescem collis, benigne domum exceptus est, quid novum percepit. Ambulans ad medium collis coepit sentire vim festinantem per suum corpus. In centrum collis erat aula cum vis ex eo influanda. Ambulavit perforas et congressus celebritate erat. Celebritas horas duravit, sed adhuc turbabatur de omnibus. Interrogavit de aliquo et plurimi putant eum esse insanum, sed unus homo nuntiavit ei aliquid quod eum turbavit. Tu Acrisius, heros fecit immortalem.
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