Chapter 3

Disclaimer: Percy Jackson and all characters belong to Rick Riordan. I'm not him. At least the last time I checked...

I looked around trying to get my bearings, I was standing in Central Park, next to the maple that had apparently once been a Titan. Taking a breath a walked into the woods. I knew the way to the memorial. It was hidden well, but they couldn't make it impossible for mortals to find it, as many of the demigods were close to their mortal parent.

Walking through the woods I arrived at the stone outcropping with the many names carved on it, and I began scanning down the names.

Ethan and I were your typical half siblings, we got on each other's nerves, and we both claimed we were dad's favorite, but we were also each other's friend. The day he left for camp, the last time I saw him, I hugged him, and said goodbye.

I found his name carved into the stone. and set my bouquet of Arborvita (everlasting friendship), Aloe (Grief), and Mignonette (Worth) down othe ground.

When Camp Halfblood, told us he had died, they said that although he began the war on the Titan's side he had returned to the 'Correct' side before he died. Not that they actually used that word, it was implied thought. They said he had died a hero. That he had tried to stab a Titan. I really could care less. I turned my back and walked away from the memorial.

After all, even if you die a heroic death, your still dead when all is said and done.