What? You Run? Coward! Stand Still And

I Stick Closely To The Structure Of The Myths. I May Have Some Fun With The Mythology By Changing The Environment To Modern-day, But The Structure Of The Myths, The Monsters, The Relationships Of The Gods - None Of That Is Made Up.

Images Flashed Through His Mind. He Saw Nico And His Sister On A Snowy Mountain Cliff In Maine, Percy Jackson Protecting Them From The Manticore. Percy's Sword Gleamed In The Dark. He'd Been The First Demigod Nico Had Ever Seen In Action. Later At Camp Half-blood, Percy Took Nico By The Arm, Promising To Keep His Sister Bianca Safe. Nico Believed Him. Nico Looked Into His Sea-green Eyes And Though, How Can He Possibly Fail? This Is A Real Hero.

I Left Him In His Wheelchair, Staring Sadly Into The Fireplace. I Wondered How Many Times He’d Sat Here, Waiting For Heroes That Never Came Back.

The Next Microsecond, As The Water Erupted Around Me, I Realized Too Late That I Should've Brought The Entire Twenty-first Nome To Help Me.

Nothing Lasts Forever, Not Even The Best Machines. And Everything Can Be Reused. - Hephaestus