Perhaps I can see myself somewhat, but am invisible to others, Perseus guessed. Curious to know if he was right, Perseus sprinted forward.
He wasn’t quite sure what his plan was, but he knew he had to somehow stop the man. As he neared, the man’s features became clearer. There was something familiar about the golden curls that framed his face, the slope of his back…
Could it be? Could this be the same boy he had kissed two years ago? He was older now, his jaw more manly and his shoulders broader, but Perseus knew it must be him.
“Bellerophon?” he asked, astonished.
The man whipped around in his direction, and Perseus could tell he saw nothing. So I was right, he thought. I cannot be seen.
“Who said that?” he called. “Who’s there?”
“Oh, sorry,” Perseus said, removing the helmet.
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