He won their war. He was their hero. He was offered immortality; he refused. He was hated. He was forgotten. He was betrayed. So he left. And he wasn't seen again. He is Percy Jackson.

SPOILER HOH: The crew defeated Gaea. As they sail, with Leo stands at the helm with the rest below, asleep, Festus reports that the astrolabe is pointing them north. It is suppose to point to Calypso, the only girl who has ever loved him. If he doesn't go, he might lose his only chance of finding her. Part of the prophecy hasn't been completed: An oath to keep with a final breath.

Though the members of the Argo II have made progress in their many quests, they still seem no closer to defeating Gaea. Her giants have risen and they're stronger than ever. They must be stopped before August first, when Gaea plans to have two demigods sacrificed. The Roman legion is on the verge of attack, and as dangerous as it is to head to Athens, the Seven have no choice.

How much is Leo worth? Is he worth a Percy? Or maybe a Jason? Two Pipers? Dedicated to azazels or lilliths or whatever her constantly changing penname is now. Won in the Best Humor category of the Phoenix Awards.