Sometimes Mortals Can Be More Horrible Than

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.

Mark My Words, Nothing Smells Worse Than Burned Scorpion.

Luke Gazed At Annabeth. "you Knew. I Almost Killed You, But You Knew . . ." "shhh." Her Voice Trembled. "you Were A Hero At The End, Luke.

Sorry,no Thanks,if I Was Going To Die It Could Wait Until Tomorrow Morning.

We’re Staying Together,” He Promised. “you’re Not Getting Away From Me. Never Again.” Only Then Did She Understand What Would Happen. A One-way Trip. A Very Hard Fall. ”as Long As We’re Together,” She Said. She Heard Nico And Hazel Still Screaming For Help. She Saw Sunlight Far, Far Above- Maybe The Last Sunlight She Would Ever See. Then Percy Let Go Of His Ledge, And Together, Holding Hands, He And Annabeth Fell Into The Endless Darkness.