I am the last. The gods have faded. The demigods have all but died. I am the last.
Camp Half-Blood was once a camp for demigods and legacies along with its Roman counterpart, Camp Jupiter. My kind used to flourish.
I am Theo Marlin, the Son of Zeus. The last child of the gods.
When I was younger and demigods were common, our instructor Chiron told me something I will never forget.
"The gods won't admit it," he had said, "but they need heroes. If your kind did not exist then all they stood for would not exist. The gods would fade."
Without the gods, everything began to fade. The oceans dried up, the air hard to breathe, and the dead forced to fill an unruled Underworld without order.
The mortals, too began to die. They did not know it, but they depended on the gods heavily. Their governments fell, their jails emptied, and they all fell in chaos.
Monsters overran the Earth. They were everywhere and killed mortals on a daily basis for there were no more demigods to kill.
Except me.
I was a coward. I've hid behind the Camp's borders my whole life because I was too afraid to be a hero. Instead of being remembered as a bedtime story, I am forgotten as a nightmare. The world will fall and I will go with it.
The camp is a morbid place. Hard to believe great heroes once stood here. Hard to believe I will die here.
Yes, I am dying now. The last child of the gods is dying.
The mortals will die. There will be only monsters and evil and chaos. The sad thing is that I cannot do anything about it.
I am the cause of the apocalypse. No, not really. I didn't cause it, but I didn't do anything to stop it.
I've kept myself busy here while my friends and family sacrificed themselves to try and save the world. I've been shooting arrows at targets and sword fighting with dummies while they shot at monsters and fought.
I've only told two lies in this. Once when I said I was a coward. That isn't true. I AM a coward. Also when I said I was dying. I haven't been pierced through the chest or gotten shot in the head. No, I'm simply going crazy.
The year is 2509, the world is ending, and a stupid son of Zeus's biggest problem is that he's going crazy?
I'm selfish, aren't I? Selfish and a coward. But we've been over that, so let's move on.
Yes, I'm going crazy. Who wouldn't in my place? I've been the only one in this camp for two months, and if I leave the monsters will kill me.
Maybe I should let them.
I should leave camp and try to die a hero. Maybe save someone. I don't want to die alone.
Being a hero is hard, but someone has to do it, right?
If no one plays the part of the hero, then the villain wins. Except in this story, the villain has already won.
How did this happen? I suspect you're wondering.
It all started one year ago…
(A/N Yes, I started another story. Yes, I have thirty billion stories to update. No, I am not sorry. Review.)