lobo House At Least theWay I Imagined It

Yes! I'm pretty sure I'm the first person to give an analysis of The House of Hades! *accomplished

So, to give you some sustenance for another year's wait, I've decided to analyze the book.

First of all, what the Hades was that ending? Literally. I'm pretty sure we all silently cried as we read it. Especially since the whole thing could've been prevented.

The most disturbing thing to me is a passage earlier in the book, on page 382. Percy is having a dream, and at the very end Gaea tells him "Enjoy Tartarus, my little pawn." Did she KNOW he was going to Tartarus? Or was it just an empty statement...

Ahh screw it. I'm gonna keep this short and really simple. Unlike my monstrosity artigos that go on for pages and pages.

First, to kill off theories on Leo Valdez and Sammy Valdez.

1.) SAMMY VALDEZ IS NOT REINCARNATED AS LEO VALDEZ. Simple explanation as to why, because the math doesn't work out. Aye, que caramba! It doesn't! And LEO ISN'T SAMMY. GODDAMNITPEOPLE They are two totally different people. There's gonna be some huge twist over how they are related/not related. But they aren't reincarnated, and the only thing I see that might work is that Leo is Sammy's grandson. But that seems to...

I did nt write this but found it and im reposting it ENJOY



Percy

As long as we're together…

They were still together, but for how long, Percy didn't know.

Percy's free hand grappled at the air, while his other hand clung to Annabeth's sweaty, pale hand, as the world around him got darker and darker, and the light above them, marking his friend's silhouettes got smaller until it was only a tiny pin point, and then it was gone.

A feeling of freefall was not a new to him. But the feeling of freefalling into Tartarus, the endless cesspool of evil, was entirely new. Percy wasn't one of those daredevils...

So, this is a different take on the long awaited percabeth reunion coming up in "The Mark of Athena" I thought it was fun to wite and I hope you guys like it...

“Mumee? Would you tell me a story?”
The child’s mother sat on her bed, and the girl’s shoulders slumped. The stormy grey eyes she looked into seemed to be calculating an escape route. That was the thing about Sally’s mother. She was always worrying, and she never gave two bedtime stories. ‘Wise girl’ Sally thought ‘Daddy says mommy likes to be called wise girl.’
“Please wise girl?” Sally tried imitating her father’s...