The Second Titan War. That's what they call it. That's what they call this hell of a war. Leaving kids to defend for themselves. Forty demigods younger than the age of 20. Yet we have to defeat all enemies that come close.
Impossible.
But we did it.
How many lives were lost?
Too many to count.
Lee Fletcher, Michael Yew, all Apollo.
Castor of Dionysus.
Charles Beckendorf from Hephaestus.
Silena Beauregard, the beauty of Aphrodite.
And many, many more.
So many lost in that awful war.
Charles, the hero.
Silena, the traitor, turned hero.
Michael, Lee, the brave.
Castor, the determined.
But so many more. So many unclaimed. So many claimed. So many heroes died young. So many that did so much for the lives of the immortal Olympians. So many that were "unimportant".
Kronos, the crooked one, is so crooked, he's upside down.
Only a crooked one would kill children. Only a crooked one would destroy their home. Only a crooked one would destroy all everybody loves.
Luke Castellan, Hermes child. Traitor turned hero.
Ethan Nakamura, Nemesis, traitor turned hero.
So many traitors, so many heroes. So much blood.
Is it no wonder the streets of Manhattan are now paved with crimson red, the blood of mighty heroes?
