My second-favorite character in PJO, after Nico diAngelo, is Ethan Nakamura. I read TLO recently and decided to write this fic about him. It's kind of sad but I am not emo.
I am falling.
The ground is so far below me, it's just a gray blur. It will be at least a minute before I hit the ground, but I will be dead before then. I can feel the shard of sword buried in my stomach, draining my life away. My punishment for defying Kronos. But from whom? From Kronos himself? Or from my mother? My mother, who keeps the balance, the equality. Is my death a balance? Or will it be balanced? Nemesis took my eye in return for my life saved. Did she take my life in return for my betrayal?
Was it betrayal? Was I turning against my master? Against the side in the war that my mother took? Or was it a betrayal of myself? Kronos called it treason. Was it treason or my destiny?
But how could it be my destiny? I did nothing. Changed nothing. All I did was revive Kronos. Was that enough? Have I made amends? The past few days... I killed several demigods and wounded many others. In all of the army, half the faces were former friends. I stabbed Annabeth in the arm. Then I tried to kill the thing posessing Luke. My last days have been betrayal, then betrayal again. Nemesis keeps the balance but knows no friends. She does what is needed. Am I that way too?
It is becoming hard to think, and my vision is swimming. The blood is rushing in my ears. I cannot see anything. I can hear anything. I am only falling.
Only falling.
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