Mask of Sorrows

They all knew Percy Jackson. Powerful, strong, a brilliant leader- but also kind. Bright, funny, compassionate. The weight of the world rested on his shoulders- but there's a reason that it was Atlas' job. Percy was forced upon heroics since he was twelve years old, and that made him stronger- but it was also slowly breaking him down. The weight, the pressure, it was slowly but surely starting to break him down- but he continued to stand tall. Stood for those who needed him.

His friends. The seven. Nico. Thalia. Reyna. Will. All to lead them on. If he were to break, as the leader, so would they. But that was more of a second priority. Percy Jackson was greedy, he wanted power. He didn't want it for the feeling, not the pride. He wanted it so he could save his friends when he needed him most. He lost Luke. He lost Bianca. He lost everyone else- he wouldn't lose anyone else.