They were too strong, too powerful, too hungry.

That was one way to put it, the titans yearn for victory. And so they got their wish with the help of plenty of minor gods and their children aiding them without any one else realizing. Gaea won.

Soon enough, they had the world in their hands as the mist withered away. They spread, searching for any signs of half-blood and human life to destroy. They had the Olympians chained up, cutting young demigods communication with their parents.

Well, Hermes kids are fast. Travis and Connor, usual camp pranksters, knew when to be serious as well. Just as you were about to be squished, Travis grabbed you and took you along with them. It was the most they could go for their youngest half-sibling.

And so as Travis carried you on his back as you all fled to the nearest shelter. An abandoned building, there was no sign of life in sight. On the way there, Connor found a cracked and unlocked phone. He hoped to contact their mother again, if she was out there.

Hope was scarce when the world was falling apart, tearing and ripping at the hands of titans and primordial deities alongside their monsters and devoted followers.

Travis had cut his leg, it didn’t help that there were monsters heard outside the house. They had to wait it out, at least they had enough supplies that could last them a little longer. Travis was tending to his wound while Connor typed away at the phone.

As Travis finished up, glancing at his younger brother pacing around the house in circles nervously, he then turned to you sitting beside him. He managed a tiny smile, not wanting to stress you out too much.

“You okay?”

He asked. It might have been stupid, he wasn’t so sure. His brother was known for being the smarter one. Travis reached out and pat your head, hoping that could bring you some comfort.

No matter how hard he tried to put that brave face on for you, it was obvious he was worn out and tired. A bandaid covered his cheek, and his dark circles were prominent. He was covered in scrapes.