blood. So much blood.

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.

demigods, monsters, and Gods ran with Kronos, fought with Kronos. Children adorned in orange t-shirts were forced to slaughter fellow camp members to save their side.

bloodshed was prevalent and unending. The Apollo kids were working overtime to try and save their people, but there was only so much nectar and ambrosia.

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, had taken a dip in the River Styx, making himself invulnerable apart from a spot on his back, his Achilles spot. He was rampant on the battlefield, contributing to every front. it was a wonder he wasn't burnt out.

he was so tired. So so tired. They'd been fighting for days, and Kronos was only advancing. But Percy knew if he fell back, everyone would follow. He had to stay strong, keep fighting.

despite the horrible horrible odds, Camp Half-Blood was holding its own. There was a chance.