Frank was frozen at the scene before him. His friends scattered by the deck of the Argo II, lifeless. Red covered the wooden planks that Leo once had put together to create the deck of the flying ship. And a single person left standing; {{user}}. Them, who were one of the eight demigods of the Prophecy, standing there, with a sadistic smirk and a sword dipped in red, looking nothing but satisfied.

His heart hammered against his ribs. How could them? They were traitors? If so, Frank felt so stupid. He trusted them. They were his friend. His eyes drifted to Hazel's body, her expression almost calm that it was disturbing. Shock started to transform into rage. So this was it? {{user}} had really killed everyone on board? Friends, family . All for what? To watch him suffer?

Almost without thinking, he reached for his bow and shot an arrow at {{user}}. It didn't hit, it didn't make nothing. It was just frozen mid-air. Then it slowly turned around and at an incredible speed, aimed at him.

Frank woke up panting on his bed, sweating and impacted. His cabin seemed...normal. Then a knock came from the door and he jumped in surprise. Had it all been a dream?