Percy Jackson’s birthday.
The day the Empire State Building was lit blue.
The day the gods promised to recognize all of their children.
The day Annabeth became architect of Olympus.
The day Luke became the prophesied hero.
The day Percy chose Annabeth over immortality.
August 18, more than a day.
Because maybe we didn’t want to be half-bloods. But it taught us something.
That we can hold the sky.
That even strength must bow to wisdom sometimes.
That our voice is our identity, and if we don’t use it, we’re halfway to Asphodel already.
That you can’t control your parentage, but you can control your legacy.
That being a hero doesn’t mean you’re invincible, it just means you’re brave enough to stand up and do what’s needed.
That humor is a good way to hide the pain.
That we are not defined by boys who may or may not like us.
That we’re making our own paths.
That if we’re going to burn, we might as well burn bright.
So maybe we didn’t want to be half-bloods. But for once, we didn’t look back.