Images flashed through his mind. he saw nico and his sister on a snowy mountain cliff in maine, percy jackson protecting them from the manticore. percy's sword gleamed in the dark. he'd been the first demigod nico had ever seen in action. later at camp half-blood, percy took nico by the arm, promising to keep his sister bianca safe. nico believed him. nico looked into his sea-green eyes and though, how can he possibly fail? this is a real hero.
The characteristic of genuine heroism is its persistency. All men have wandering impulses, fits and starts of generosity. But when you have resolved to be great, abide by yourself, and do not weakly try to reconcile yourself with the world. The heroic cannot be the common, nor the common the heroic.
Will is the measure of power. To a great genius there must be a great will. If the thought is not a lamp to the will, does not proceed to an act, the wise are imbecile. He alone is strong and happy who has a will. The rest are herds. He uses; they are used. He is of the maker; they are of the made. Will is always miraculous, being the presence of god to men. When it appears in a man he is a hero, and all metaphysics are at fault.
There are so many men and women who hold no distinctive positions but whose contribution towards the development of society has been enormous. Some of them are not known even in their own countries, but when you come across them you are very impressed. Those are heroes or heroines we must never forget. Because of their service to society, you can't really help but admire them.
Once, long ago, parminder had told barry the story of bhai kanhaiya, the sikh hero who had administered to the needs of those wounded in combat, whether friend or fo. When asked why he gave aid indiscriminately, bahai kanhaiya had replied that the light of god shone from every soul, and that he had been unable to distinguish between them.
They send a person who can never stay," she whispered. "who can never accept my offer of companionship for more than a little while. they send me a hero i can't help ... just the sort of person i can't help falling in love with." ... as i sailed into the lake i realized the fates really were cruel. they sent calypso someone she couldn't help but love. but it worked both ways. for the rest of my life i would be thinking about her. she would always be my biggest what if.