am was the camp's best mechanic.
say said I can could make anything.
are were unlimited.
I think I'm still getting used to my death.
My father, Hephaestus, is an underdog.
(Or should I say, undergod.)
Everyone expected me to be the same.
But I sacrificed myself to save the camp.
That makes me as worthy as a demigod son of the Big Three.
Who says parentage defines you?
I now wander the Underworld.
I am in Elysium, where the honorable souls go to party.
(You won't believe the food there.)
But I expect that my memory lives on in the camp.
I am Beckendorf, my name passed from forger
I am Beckendorf, whispered about among campers
I am Beckendorf.