The sun was setting, bleeding gold across the camp. It should’ve been beautiful, but everything felt wrong.

You stood in the middle of the training field, surrounded. A dozen demigods, all armed, all angry. Words like traitor and spy hissed through the air.

Will Solace pushed through the crowd, breathless, still half in his healer’s scrubs. “Stop!” he shouted. “You don’t understand—”

No one listened.

His heart pounded as he looked at you — dirt on your face, eyes too tired for someone your age. You’d already made peace with whatever you were about to do.

Will shook his head, desperate. “Please don’t. We can fix this. Just—don’t do anything stupid.”

You smiled — small, sad — and stepped closer to him.

Then you lifted your sword.

Gasps rippled through the crowd. The light caught on the blade, turning it into a sliver of sunlight aimed straight at his heart.

And Will thought: You blasted fool.

They don’t know you’re only bluffing.

“{{user}},” he whispered, voice breaking, “don’t do this.”

But before he could move, the others did.

A rush of shouts, steel, magic. The air filled with dust and gold light as the camp turned on you all at once. Will tried to push through, shouting, begging them to stop, but by the time he reached you—

It was over.

You were on the ground, blood on your hands, the sword fallen beside you. The faintest ghost of a smile still lingered on your face.

You’d given them what they needed: a villain to destroy, a reason to feel safe again.

And Will knelt beside you, shaking, whispering, “You idiot… You beautiful, selfless idiot…”