This was just a random thing that came into my mind when I was rereading part of The Last Olympian.

I had never liked the feeling of falling.

Something about it, maybe it's the rising feeling in your stomach or the wind against your face, I don't know. But as I fell off of the Williamsburg Bridge that afternoon, I felt I had been given the worst death of anyone. I mean, you've got the kid who was fighting a group of Dracaena and it was too much for them to handle. You've got the kid who got pounced on by a hellhound because they were too close to the enemy lines. And then you've got the kid who fell off a bridge because of their own stupid idea. Now which sounds the dumbest?

But as I was falling, going through my head were random thoughts. One of course being the fact that 'Oh my gods, I'm about to die' but another thought came up and surprised me. It wasn't in my voice which is usually the one that I think in, but this time it was in the voice of a woman. Her tone was strong and powerful and I recognized it almost immediately. It was the voice of Lady Athena.

You're a hero Michael. She said quietly.

The thought disappeared only milliseconds after it came but it had stayed long enough for me to understand.

No matter how I died, whether it was from a Dracaena, a Hellhound, or a river, I still died as someone. And today I died as the kid who suggested that his friend blow up a bridge.

And that was the thought that was going through my head when I, Michael Yew, plummeted off the Williamsburg Bridge into my supposed death in the East River.