Summary
Sometimes, I'll look back and ask myself when I became such a hotshot. I've done almost as much as Hercules. But here's the thing: I don't want to be a hotshot. I don't even want to be Percy Jackson anymore. I'm tired of being a legend. In the words of a famous hobbit: 'I feel thin; like butter spread over too much toast.' I'm all dried up; an empty waterfall. A dead man.