This is how I think some people would feel if Percy were to die, or how people will feel when PJO/HoO is over and the message that Rick Riordan has left in his tracks for all of us to find and pick up.
Hero
He was troubled,
He lived his life.
He adventured,
He lost ones he loved.
Times for him were good and were bad.
Times for him were hard and were smooth.
He saved the world
Many times over.
He lived, laughed,
He loved, fought,
And lost.
He was a breeze turned tornado,
A tremble turned quake.
He was a hero we used to speak of always.
Now he is only an old image,
Sitting on someone's shelf.
But he has left us the reminder
That even in the least of us,
There is a hero.
A hero in everyone.