"A true hero is measured not be the size of their strength, but by the size of their heart."
The gods crowded around the four figures, with one dead. One of them, the most heroic of them all, looked up and said "we need a shrine for the son of Hermes."
That day, the son of Poseidon was deemed a hero of Olympus. Later on, he lead several wars, was a part of several prophecies, and ventured on many dangerous quests. He helped recognize gods that have previously been shamed for faults that weren't their doing. He was offered god good, however used his wish to help disregarded children. He united the Greek and Romans. He even dared to fall into Tartarus for the women he loved, where previously only one mortal has been able to come back out alive.
He was deemed a hero, the best of them all. He was loved by everyone, he was the spotlight even though he wished not to be. He should have gone down in the history books, however when someone holds the spotlight for so long, others begin to grow envious of your fame.
And this is the story of the broken hero, who has been betrayed, beaten, and hunted, yet the hero who still dares to protect the weak, save those who need it the most, and love.
Probably going to end up being cliché no matter how hard I try.
"Save the world before you save yourself."
Death Cannot Stop Me - A Percy Jackson Fan-fiction
23 parts Complete
23 parts
Complete
Everyone thinks I'm dead. But I'm not.
Hades and Nico are even fooled. And that's because I'm still down there. But a fake.
The name is θύελλα. But you can call me Hurricane. Or Omega in formal occasions. It's a nickname from my soldiers. But I used to be someone else. Percy Jackson.
But that part of me died when he came. Alex. My half brother.
In a heartbeat, he was claimed the best fighter when he beat Clarisse in a stupid fight. Everyone forgot about me. Chiron ignored me. Blackjack wouldn't let me ride him. Poseidon told everyone that Alex was his pride and joy and that Alex was his favorite son. Then he granted Alex immortality.
But worse, he got Annabeth too. With one look at him, she was always chatting with him, when I asked her to go for a stroll, she'd say she was busy. But when I followed her once, I found her with Alex. Kissing. I ignored my broken heart and went on living. And then the death happened.
Malcolm, Annabeth's half brother was found dead. By the sea. And I was framed. Of course some had their doubts, but only my true friends. Nico, Thalia, Leo, Rachel and Grover. Everyone else sided with Alex. Who banished me and sent me to the gods. But before I got to Olympus, I got a chance at a new life. And I took it.