We never thought it'd end this way
We always assumed we were invincible
Then we saw him
Flying so high, a sacrifice
The seventh wheel, underestimated
He was taken for granted
A dazzling display of fire, metal and dirt
Bursting forth in a star-like shape
To storm or fire, the world must fall
We never thought he'd do it
He thought he had nothing
We never remembered to tell him
Those words that everyone wants to hear
That they are not forgotten
He will haunt our memories
He gave us his life
We thought we were indestructable
Made of celestial broze and stygian iron
A solid statue
But now each of us has a scar
From where we held him in our hearts
A scar crudely stitched up and poorly bandaged
We never did think it'd end this way
We always forgot to tell him, to say
I love you W
We love you, Leo Valdez
We will never forget you again -
As Rachel finished her speech, the head counselor of the Hephaestus cabin lit a torch and placed it on the enchanted metal shroud made of gears and wires. They didn't have a body to burn.
As the shroud was consumed, some of the gears and metal joined together in a swirl of flashing bronze. They danced in the air full of sparks, and formed a small metal dragon.
The minature monster flew around the gathered crowd's heads before landing in the lap of Piper Mclean, the deceased's best friend. She put her hand to her mouth and held back a heart-wrenching sob as the figurine of Festus burst into pieces on her lap as the enchantment wore off.
She gathered the pieces in her arms and let a tear slip for the first time since his death. Jason tried to comfort her and put his arm around her, hugging her close. She hid her face in his orange camp shirt as she cried silent grief-filled tears.
Rachel's speech had been so accurate to Piper's feelings and Rachel had only known Leo for around a week before they went on their quest. And after the quest, Rachel had spent her days at camp in her cave.
But in Rachel's cave was a canvas on an easel, covered by a dirty, old cloth. It was one of her most intricate paintings. It was full of color, and looked almost as if it was happening before your eyes. It was a painting of a boy riding on a dragon. The boy was unconscious and laying on his back. The dragon was completely made of celestial bronze and if you looked closely, you could see what looked like a robotic arm protruding from the dragon's back. It was holding needle full of liquid, and was being injected into the boy.
Nico diAngelo stood at the back of the crowd. He frowned, for he heard a buzzing in his ears. But not the soft kind to signal a death of a stranger, but a loud, obnoxious ringing that had a slight metallic sound. It was the sound of the laws of death being broken; of someone coming back from the dead.
The Son of Hades smiled. —
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