lazylazysloth
They were made out of the essence of heroes.The lost, the betrayed and forgotten.
The ones whose strings were cut by fate,And with them they carry the fallen's thoughts, memories and emotions.
To carry on their stories that have long since ended,With their hopes, dreams, ambitions and grudges.
They are puppets, they are soldiers, they are the remembrance of heroes.
They are the army of chaos.
....but is a life even worth living if from the day you began to exist it's been decided for you.
But one thing's true, you can never be born a hero .... but you sure as hell can choose to be.
[Percy jackson fan fiction]
Disclaimer i don't own PJO/HOO rick riordan does.