Jenny Grimshawe, a member of a fictitious family living on the Ancoats Hall Estate of Nicholas Mosley, Lord of the Manor of Manchester, was due to marry Richard Perceval, but on hearing of his killing, avowed to avenge his death. She cross-dressed, joined the Royalist army, was present at the siege of Liverpool, the massacre at Bolton and obtained revenge at the battle of Marston Moor, three miles West of York.
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That night I had a nightmare. Or vision. One or the other. Any way. I was standing on a beach. Percy was facing the ocean. Than a figure rose out o the ground beside me. I screamed for help. Nothing happened. The figure took form. "Gaea." Percy cried. "Ah Perseous Jackson. We meet again." Gaea replied. "You tryed to kill my sister!" He shouted. He turned to me and mouthed the word "run". I tryed but found my feet were stuck to the ground. "Help me." I shouted. "Let her go. She was friends with your daughter." Percy said. Gaea seemed offended by hearing about her Daughter, Shadow. Suprisingly the mud holding me released. I turned and ran. Than I heard the sound of death. I dared to turn back. Percy was lying on the ground. Dead. I woke with a start. That was third nightmare since Clairsse's death. "Val! I'm sorry. We couldnt get you to wake up so we had th god of sleep come in and put a nightmare in your head so you would wake up." Percu said. "Nightmare? Sleeping god?" I mumbled. Percy sat down. "Val look. I really am sorry but if we didnt than......." He stopped. "What?" I asked. "You could have died in the type of sleep you were in. The god said that you cant just have that type of sleep. Someone has to put you in it." He continued. "And?" I asked. "Someone tried to kill you." End of part two. I hope u guys liked this. Part one is at Avenge res one. Part three is at Avenge res three. Enjoy! ~#riptide
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