That night, Perseus had a dream, the weirdest dream he ever had in his whole life. Mist gathered inside a chamber with nothing else but pure white light. Then, out from that radiance, stepped forward a knockout of a woman who, he hates to admit it, is more beautiful even than his own mother.
The woman had medium-length platinum blonde hair, and she's wearing a helmet which failed to conceal her gorgeous, sharp features. She was wearing a loose armor, looking ready for combat – quite contrasting to the beauty she possesses. In her right arm, she was holding a spear, and in her left, a shield made of pure gold. Perseus will be happy if this woman will kill her, honestly.
As she got closer, he got a better view of her face. Her eyes were cold, stern and unforgiving. They were gray like a stormy sky. He was about to worship her for her beauty, but those eyes intimidated him. And so, those pair of orbs locked on his own. Perseus gulped, fearing he might get chewed out.
