I did this for THG. I had to do it for PJO.
Percy Jackson.
The hero.
Always the hero.
Who remembers Luke Castellan and the army of Kronos?
No one.
Oh, sure, Luke was respected in the end, but the rest?
Hated enemies forever.
They forget the reasons.
Alabaster Torrington, son of Hecate.
Joined because the gods spurned him for his magic.
Survived until December 17, 2009.
Killed by a stray dracena in New Jersey a few months after Kronos fell.
Died protecting his Mistform companion.
Who knows his name?
Nobody does.
The heroes of Kronos's army were the traitors to it.
They ought to be remembered as criminals, but instead they were the good guys.
The gods won.
Sixteen of their side died.
Sixteen were mourned as tears fell.
Almost all of Kronos's army- gone.
The gods don't care about those who left.
No mercy, no sympathy.
All survivors went on the run.
They tried to make the world better and failed.
They were always failures.
Forgotten.
Ignored.
DESPISED.
Heroes are always the victors.
The losers have no say.
Joining wasn't a mistake, they say.
It was their best decision.
They fought valiantly, yes, alongside monsters.
Everyone cares about the monsters.
Heroes aren't always the winners, in truth.
No shrines for the dead demigods.
No shrouds.
No acknowledgement.
They were demigods too.
The lost ones.
Lost to memory, just anecdotes.
Who would join Kronos?
Only the evil, that's for sure.
Not real not real not real.
The good were with Kronos too.
Where was their amnesty?
Percy Jackson had asked for it.
It never came.
There was no healing.
They lost their friends, their leader, their cause, their hope.
There was nothing left.
Nothing left to live for.
And I just really humanized Kronos's army. Honestly, now that I wrote this, I want to write more on the subject.