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Elysium was something lots of demi-gods talked about, something that they held with high regard. It was what they all dreamed of reaching, and then once they got there it was a matter of do you stay, or try for the isles of the blessed. Ever since Will found out he was a demi-god and the dangers that came with that title he'd always wondered what Elysium would look like, was it like ambrosia he wonder, was it something that tailored itself to each soul, or was it more like the stories Nico and Percy told him about the lotus casino, a timeless paradise that grew ever more enticing the longer you stayed.
In the old times though, it seemed having people remember your name after death was the biggest achievement one could get, even greater than Elysium, timeless hero's like Heracles, Achilles, Perseus, that was all what they hoped for, that there names would forever be immortalized. Part of Will wondered if, at least in the old days, having people remember your name helped you earn Elysium.
After Lee and Michael died, Will wanted to make sure everyone knew there names, just in case being remembered was part of earning Elysium. He'd tell anyone who'd listen stories about them, from embarrassing antidotes to there last moments, he'd tell anyone and everyone to make sure they were remembered. In a way, it also helped with the grief of losing them.
Kayla remembered all that, Will talking about Lee and Michael in an effort to keep there names alive, and after losing Will...she found herself doing the exact same thing, talking about him to anyone who'd listen, from funny stories to tragic tales she'd make sure his name lived on, the same way he'd made sure Michael and Lee's names lived on. Now, here she was sitting on the beach just after curfew, the cold water lapping at her ankles as she started out at the sea.
"Mind if I join you?" a voice said, she turned to see a figure standing next to her, a tall man with blonde hair and a gentle smile. He was dressed in an orange t-shirt and jeans
"Dad?" she asked before she could stop herself
The man smiled with a soft chuckle, though his eyes where sad, he sat down next to her "Close, but no"
This man was no mortal, Kayla could tell that much she'd been around enough gods to know they just have this...aura to them. The only few times she'd felt a similar aura to it was when talking to people like Annabeth and Percy, demigods so strong they might has well have been immortal anyways.
"What are you doing up so late?" he asked, breaking Kayla from her chain of thought, she glanced at him again and a dull ache was reawakened in her chest, it'd been 6 months since Will and Nico had died...and somehow it didn't feel any easier
"I could ask you the same thing" she replied
The man chuckled again, "I don't have much of a bedtime anymore"