Chapter 1
Annabeth POV
This wasn't like me. I wasn't supposed to feel this way. But all of a sudden I feel like I haven't done anything at all extraordinary. All I did was find a statue and then get Percy and me trapped in Tartarus. Thinking back at all the demigods, monsters, people that hate the gods, spirits, I realized something, they were more than just legend. They really were more than that, the stories were told throughout generations. But why? Why remember all these stories that only give up nightmares? I mean not all of them are told worldwide or widely known about. Take Hercules for instance he's particularly famous. His story always gets retold billions of times. But then a story like Narcissus does not. I guess in a way the legends are remembered but they are turned to dust, or to gold.
And then it hit me, that all we are to the gods. Just stories that will be forgotten as soon as we die or when someone better comes along? Will we be recognized for saving Olympus, TWICE? Will our parents even think of us when we die?
I want to be remembered, I don't want to have everything I ever did thrown at my face and said that it wasn't good enough. Call it my pride, but it's the truth. What evidence do we have that any of the gods will remember us? After all we are just demigods, and they are immortal.
Percy's POV
Mystake. All mistake. Just one. And it will be remembered. Just one. I can't make a mistake here, I have to be the leader, the protector of my friends, I can't let them suffer for something I'm going to mess up on.
This will most likely be remembered in history. My failures will not be remembered, but my glories will. All that I stand for won't be remembered. So what's the point? If the only reason why you will be remembered is as a hero who could do no wrong, when that's not you, then what's the point in being remembered? Remembered for being someone you're not? I don't get what I should do.
A hero is supposed to be someone who faces whatever task at hand and never fails. But I have failed. I have failed them all. I am no hero.
Nico's P.O.V
All my life I started up at her. I always admired who she was. When compared to her by my dad, well it hit home. This was what I was used to. Being what everyone always wanted of me. My mother died before she got to see grow up. I have always made mistakes. And she was always there to help me throught them. Maybe it's not about her. Maybe it's never been about her. Maybe it's just about me not wanting to let her go.
Somehow I still blame myself for what happened to her. But maybe, just maybe I was mad at her for leaving me. For having me grow u without her. Leaving me to fend for myself. It's sad. But true.
Here it is, can you guys tell me if you like this? It's something that has been on my mind for a while.
-Valenia237