Lifted Up

Chapter 3

~I sing in Greek

I pray in Latin

I ache in a language so old that

even the earth no longer remembers;

so dead

that it has returned to dust~

I'm giving this to Will to finish off. Maybe he'd tell the story better. He was there for it all, he protected that little boy as much as he could. I never got to see Percy's kid much. I was to busy killing...or, I should say protecting. That sounds better. They want me to make this sound good.

Here, Will, take them in your hands. Tell the story of blood and death and love. Tell it. Tell how to be

holy

holy

holy

This is me, signing off. This is the last any of you will hear from me until you're up here in the golden light, until you too are holy.

Remember to love. Please. And listen to what Will tells you. And remember to pray and talk to us up here, even if you don't believe fully. Tell us what you're scared of. Tell us what you want and love and hate. Tell us what's

holy

holy

holy

So this is me. This is my soul. Listen to its words, please. Listen to its pleas. This is Nico di Angelo. This is Archangel. This is wings and glory. This is killing. This is

holy

holy

holy

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Nico said to teach you, but I'm not sure how. I don't know if my life is worth teaching.

~I knew that I was dying.

Something in me said

go ahead, die, sleep, become as

them, accept.

Then something else in me said, no,

save the tiniest bit.

it needn't be much,

just a spark.

A spark can set a whole forest on fire.

Just a spark.

Save it~

So I kept going. I lived in another way.

~So don't cry for me.

I died years ago.

Don't cry for me.

I'm finally alive.~

Listen to what Nico said, listen to what I say. Listen to love and hate and everything in between. Take it all in. Make your own choices. Please. Think while it's still legal, think while you still can. Make your own choices.

And listen to this story as it continues. Little Will, namesake, Jackson baby. Take in what it means.