I recently finished reading The Lost Hero. In the very last few pages, our suspicions of a roman half blood camp become reveled. And we know absolutely nothing. We do know things about the Greek half blood camp however; it is accepting. The only major fact that sticks out to us about the Roman camp is "show strength and be accepted, show weakness and die"
At the Greek camp, strength is defined by not just brutal power, but goodness of heart. Being able to create and build things. Being a positive person. Being a good person. Of course, that’s leaving out the minor details about all the evil demigods that joined Kronos and helped destroy half of Manhattan ...
But then, at the roman camp the half bloods have to prove they are worthy by being a strong, military like, leaders. And while punishment of death for being weaker is a little harsh, nothing like Luke would have ever happened.
Luke, who was the stepping stone of Kronos to destroy Olympus , stands for all different types of strength. He is clearly a good fighter, but has bad judgment, however he was able to sacrifice him self to save the world.
Ancient Greece was about point of view. Artistic and scientific theories combined. Ancient Rome was realistic, and all about fighting. Ancient Greece fell because of loss of resources. Ancient Rome fell because they had their empire spread to thin. Honestly in the end, they both fell. They cancel each other out. I don’t think one is stronger then the other.
I don’t know why we always have to make everything a competition. Why does everything have to be compared, everything have to be better? People are always fighting, physically fighting and for what? Pure boasting rights of strength. Congratulations, you have a big muscle on your arm. Of course I am not saying that smarts or charm is all you need, but that you need them all.
The gods (Greek or roman) are always fighting, viewed separate. They all control one thing (air, water, love) but what does that make up? Planet earth. Why do people always divide them selves a different? As special? If we could just see that we are just parts of a bigger game, pieces in the grand scheme of things, maybe we wouldn’t always have to be better then every one else.
But then, maybe people realize they are just like everyone else and want to get ahead of them purely to be different. I guess you shouldn’t try to take that away. Maybe boasting right is all we have.
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