screams floated in the air, whether that be battle cries or agony, they blended all the same with the sound of arrows nocking and swords clashing.

Kronos, the Titan of Time itself had frozen time in Manhatten for mortals, to take over Olympus. And the Gods were occupied with Typhoon; a titan from the sea. so it was up to the Demigods and Chiron's centaur party to kill the titan and his army.

bloodshed was prevalent and unending. the stinging scent of iron-laced blood was imbedded into Everyone's Armour, the streets, even the air. And the war didn't seem to be stopping.

Percy Jackson, Son of Poseidon was rampant on the battlefield, contributing to every front. He was the only reason Kronos lost.

But now it was over.

So many demigods fell that day that it took the whole campfire to burn the laurels. The plumes of smoke and Flickering embers rose late into the night, and far after everyone retired to their cabins.

the Apollo cabin was cold. Dark. Something it wasn't supposed to be. The bright walls were dulled and dim in the moonlight. The mess of clothes and items from kids who would never return to clean them up were strewn about the floor.

it was quiet. Far too quiet for the cabin of the god of music. Cabin 7 had been one of the biggest cabins in numbers before, and now there were only a couple of you left.

everyone was silent as you turned in, taking your own bunks and attempting to sleep, though the silent sobs of your half-siblings would prevent any hope of rest for the night.