Description
We all know Percy Jackson. The happy, carefree guy. At least that's what he put up on the outside anyway. Inside, Percy was cracking like a bullet to glass. All the war, all the battle. He was forced upon heroics, standing tall for two reasons. His friends. Everyone at camp. 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 Selina. Charles. Castor. Ethan. Lee. Knowing he was powerless, he slowly broke himself. It was the last straw when the gods wanted him dead. You heard correct. The gods noticed Percy getting more and more poweful, and they were fearful. So he was on death row, slowly being tortured to death my his families berayal. His happiness was his mask. The mask to hide his sorrows. Now, his sorrows overtook the happiness. Now, it it's place, is his new mask. To hide the much more miserable feelings than sorrow, hidden behind the mask. His mask of Sorrows.
Chapter One
