Those in power tend to slowly corrupt themselves, whether their intentions were pure or not. Humans do not do well in positions of power. They make mistakes. They have flaws. They are imperfect. Gods do not have this problem, they do not make mistakes. At least that was what they told the demigods.
Percy was a natural leader, he was born to lead. He lead 40 barely trained demigods to defend the gates of Olympus from its first and arguably greatest enemy. Kronos, the titan king.
Yet Percy was victorious. He was proclaimed a hero, offered godhood. He declined it for love. As he is human, he thought the love he felt for his family and friends would be enough to sate him. But he is human, he makes mistakes
Percy walked out the door of his cabin late in the afternoon. He was sleeping in, as he deserved. The previous day he had finally realized his feelings for Annabeth. As he was walking over to the pavillion, he was reminiscing the lives lost. They had been avenged. He did it. Looking up to the sky he smiled, the lives of his friends shall not be forgotten but they had been avenged.
The Pavillion was oddly silent, despite being filled with campers. Looking towards the center of attention stood a younger boy , around 12, that looked exactly like him. All their features were the same with only one difference, the younger one had a sword through his chest. Percy locked eyes with his look-alike and the pain started.
As if reliving the jump into the Styx his entire body erupted into searing pain. Annabeth looked on only giving his screams a side glance.
AN: This is really short, sorry. The reason is because I forgot what this was supposed to be. I'll update it eventually and those waiting for my other book to update don't worry its almost there! Just IRL stuff got me extremely busy.