Percy Jackson.
The name sent a whirlwind of emotions coursing through my mind. The Titan Slayer, Earthshaker, Bane of Monsters, Hero of Olympus, Leader of Camp Half-Blood, and perfect model for every demigod.
Oh, how I hated him.
The lopsided smiles, and encouragement as I failed to execute a slice or stab with my sword, then the perfect form as he effortlessly repeated them over and over slowly for me. How his eyes shined a bright sea green, full of patience and understanding.
I hated the way led attacks to every monster pursuing tired demigods running across the camp borders. The courage and steely will which caused monsters themselves to hesitate. I watched his bravery and skill fuel a determination I cannot compare ten of myself to.
The biggest thing though, is his character. The greatest hero to ever live contained not a single ounce of cockiness, denying himself full credit for any of his deeds. It blew my mind how anyone could be so selfless. And yet Percy Jackson was.
I hated him. But for the very same reasons, I admired him. Every single day, I observed the perfect son of Poseidon and vowed to be as flawless. I pushed myself to become stronger, more courageous, and better skilled.
Because one day, I will be just like him.
One day, I will be Percy Jackson.
