Disclaimer: I do not own Hero: 108 or Percy Jackson and the Olympians.
AN: And that's this story done…the sequel up soon...
Epilogue:
The young god flew down to where the camp was celebrating. There were some people looking downcast, but they were on the edges of the group and hunched together. He landed on the ground in the middle of the crowd, causing everyone turned to him. Narrowing his eyes, he looked at them. "Do you know where your arrogance has brought him? Do you?"
"He is an evil person. He deserves to die." A voice called out.
The god nodded. "Yes. He did. But he deserved to die. In peace." The person backed away. Hawk looked at Re, who immediately displayed the image he had seen before to everyone. They fell silent, and the fire dropped low.
"Don't you see? Look at him. Because of your ignorance, of your jealousy, your stupidity, the judges listened! They listened! He can't enter the other world, can't enter Elysium like he deserved to because of you! He is trapped; no one can see, hear, or touch him. He can't either. I walked straight up to him, and do you know what I found? He was fading, but he couldn't fade entirely! He is on the point of insanity, because of you!"
He took a deep breath. "I am the protector of mortals, and it is only on rare occasions I cannot help people. But for those people, I try my best, and even though they won't be happy, they are satisfied. Not happy, but satisfied with what they have. This one, I can't help, because of you. You were his friends, some of you his good friends. But you betrayed that trust. You betrayed him."
He turned around, getting ready to fly again. But, before he could, he said one last thing to the campers without looking back. "I hope you're happy."
And he flew off. Knowing that, although he was the protector of mortals, he couldn't protect them all. The only one like this was the small girl that had already faded eons ago who saw Eagle in the last moments of her fading, and had experienced a moment of joy before she passed.
But this one, he noted, shaking his head sadly, was one who was beyond his reach.
Meanwhile, the young boy looked up, his gaze still lost, and confused. He had previously felt a presence with him, he just wasn't sure if it was him imagining it again or not. But it was gone now. Tears flowed down his face.
He had thought maybe, just maybe, it had been a god or goddess. He had felt their strong presence. Or it could've been a normal person who was coming around.
But they had left. Everyone had left him. His friends wanted him dead. The campers hated him. The gods hated him. Or…did they? He tilted his head, tears still flowing down.
How stupid of him. How stupid of him to think that anyone would possibly want to see him. He was evil, after all…wasn't he?
He knew of all the evil his original had done. He knew what was right from wrong, who did the right things, who did the wrong, who deserved what.
But what, he asked silently, as he looked up at the black sky. What had he done to deserve this?