The Children Of The Big Three Are Painfully Beautiful.

The children of the big three are painfully beautiful.

beautiful as poisonous flowers.

One touch and you're dead.

they are though—they’re venomous creatures, poisonous flowers, forces of nature. the world itself runs through their veins. gods treat them with caution; mere humans don’t stand a chance.

Percy is a riptide. he’s the calm of ocean, moments before its rage. he’s the sun on the beach, the warmth of the sand, the calming, constant crash of the waves. he’s the smell of the salt in the air and the cold of the water against your skin. you can swim, you think, you’ll be fine. he smiles and it’s more beautiful than a sunset over the shore. and then the pull starts. in seconds, you’re farther from shore than you’ve ever been before. trying to swim back tires you out and sees you no closer than before. in fact, now you’re even farther out. the water pulls you under, still as beautiful as it was from shore, and you can’t find your way back up.

Thalia is the eye of the hurricane. the deceitful calm at the end of the storm, luring you out from your shelter. there is nothing more peaceful, more still and tranquil. then sun peeks out from the clouds that surround you from all sides. the wind and rain have died. there’s a rainbow in the sky. the storm is over—except it isn’t. one moment is all it takes, and the hurricane is back with a vengeance. the wind tears at you, rain lashes at you, thunder shakes your bones in place. you walked too far from your shelter, and you might not be able to make your way back.

Jason is hail. the rain is beautiful. it’s a breathtaking storm: impressive thunder, streaking lightning, howling wind. the house shakes around you and the lights go out. the concussive sound of the rain on the roof is soothing, until it isn’t. until it isn’t rain, and the roof isn’t whole. now, the storm is invading your home. the hail is punching its way into everything it can reach. car alarms spring to life outside; those who were watching in awe are now fleeing in terror. it only takes one hit, after all—one lucky piece of hail—to end a life.

Nico is an earthquake. the planet is ancient; the ground was old before you were here and it will be old after you go. it’s sturdy, and supportive, provides life and food and shelter. long ago, when the ground danced, when it shook itself free and sent cities tumbling to the ground, they called it the gods’ wrath. now, it’s called plate tectonics. no matter what it is, no matter why it happens, it is lethal and dangerous and uncaring of those it affects. nowhere is safe when the world turns on you, and if it decides you and your shelter should fall, you will.

Hazel is a sinkhole. the appearance of stability, of rock-solid ground and firm foundations. nothing is wrong, will ever be wrong, she’s the rock that holds everyone up. and then that rock is gone, and you’re falling, down, down, down—your home collapsing around you, your belongings claimed by the morbidly hungry earth. there’s a light at the end of the tunnel, but is it sunlight, far, far above you? or is it magma, far far below?

ARE YOU KIDDING ME THIS IS THE CUTEST SHIT EVER

Percy is a hero in the Greek mythological sense.

He's a hero because of the feats his accomplished. Because he's done great things.

He's a good person, absolutely and got a wicked sense of humour.

But when people think of Percy they think of his accomplishments.

They think of the 12 year old who beat the God of War, of the kid who survived Tartarus.

Jason is a hero in the more traditionalist sense.

He's your Captain America, your Superman.

He's your "with great power comes great responsibility."

When people compare the two they say Jason isn't as good as Percy because he's achieved less.

Percy's done X, Y, Z and Jason hasn't.

But that's not the type of hero Jason is.

He has achieved things, he's had his feats.

But Jason's brand of heroism is more to do with his heart and his kindness.

He follows the rules, keeps his vows and promises because he doesn't want people to get hurt.

... Or abandon him.

He's someone people put on a pedestal because of his parentage yes but also because of his heart and moral integrity.

He's the bar of what it means to be that kind of hero.

And Percy is the bar for his kind of hero.

They both overlap, Percy also looks out for those who can't defend themselves or are seen as weak.

Jason has slayed his fair share of monsters and kicked ass.

But at their core, they represent two different types of heroism.

And I think that's really cool.

Annabeth Chase if Olympus had their own version of the Met Gala!

Percy Jackson is unique around the other Big Three children because he's the only one who's never either died o been trapped in time for a good while or lost a sibling, and he has a loving mom who's still alive. Like--

Reyna if Olympus had their own version of the Met Gala!