When the Giants were defeated, everything was the best it could be, in a sense. One enemy was defeated. When the two camps made peace, everything was the best it had been, for a long time. People get restless. Heroes eventually get sick of being a regular person, no matter how much they tell themselves otherwise. Some might say it's both a blessing and a curse. This is a story about how the remaining heroes of Olympus made themselves heroes once again, when there was no enemy to be seen.

❝ his kiss was like winter, chapped, cold, but somehow pure ecstasy.❞ a story where a girl with a messy past meets a boy with messy blonde hair, together they may just make a lovely mess. © 2014 nir-vana