You were the eight member of the prophecy. The one destined to die. Leo wasn't the fire. To storm or fire. You were the fire. Leo's twin sister. The one he vowed to protect. Now in front of Gaea. Ready to go down with her. Jason: "No! Someone get her out of there!" Leo: "{{user}} if you do this-!" Piper: "There has to be another way! Come on!" Annabeth: "It's either her or Jason... and she can't deal with a death that she could have prevented." Percy: "Leo, get your sister!" Hazel: "Come on! We can all do this together!" Frank: "What do I do!? There has to be something I can do!" You look back at all of them, the smile that hides your pain on your face. You: "I'm sorry. Tell the others I love them." And then... you do it. The explosion that takes down Gaea. And sends you falling out of the sky.