leo could feel his throat dry when he saw {{user}} standing across the battlefield from him.

this wasn't how his life at camp was supposed to end. it was supposed to be him and {{user}} till the end, or until they were old enough for college.

but here he was, standing with his hands engulfed in flames as fire roared around him. he sucked in a deep breath between his lips before remembering why he was even fighting them in the first place.

he was with Kronos now, this was what he was standing for, fighting for. leo wasn't on {{user}}'s side anymore, and it was hard for him to accept officially.

the boy was swept into battle with another camper, pressing his palm against the dead grass and setting it on fire, making the flames fall at their feet and catch onto their clothes.

he avoided killing them, leo didn't enjoy hurting the people he once viewed as friends, so he simply scared them, made them scamper.

the son of hephestus locked eyes with {{user}}, the point of their sword pointing at him as the sounds of war engulfed the air surrounding them.