Will Solace knew his path, his fate. Since the time he was young, he knew he was a pawn to the Gods. Born to be. Savior but never to be save. He will give his soul for another light not flicker out of someone’s eyes before they get a say.

From the time his mother cooed a hum and held him in her arms, comforting him even when the sun teared. And he did the same for his siblings, learning from the best. Sun to shine even when the nights get too dark for the earth to see a face. The embodiment of light, to be a light giver.

Something changed, when the door gently shuddered a creaky and he peered into his cabin. Scattered belongings of his siblings items, they thought they would come back and resume their days as normal. He had to clean up the mess, make their bed, clean the cabin for new siblings to slowly replace his memories of the last. But thats how it goes, Right?

You cant break the cycle, people will die that you hold the longest of love to them. And you don’t get a say. Tired, tired of waking with a headache as he slumped against the infirmary desk, his head pounding with the constant scent of iron that hangs high in the air. And what would they do if it was his blood to be spilt?

No, no one would blink an eye. He stepped into a place that a god should fill, a savior to a population too much to count, but all he got was a stream of cries of pain and no thanks after it.

Maybe he was what he feared most, a faulted hero will no story to live up to Perseus.

He will be forgotten, he is no God.

So when he stepped a knock into the cabin where you stayed, his sweat shirt hung low over his arm. He held it tightly against his skin. You turned, plastering a smile to your face but you took in the look in his eyes, help. A reach for help that words couldn’t even reach. The boy never learned such a word. He pulled up his sweatshirt, a gash to shorten his skin.

He opened this mouth, to say something. But his tongue caught his words and shoved them down as it always did. But eh cleared his throat, “I think I need some help here.” He voice stiff as if reaching over. Line he swore on the styx not to cross.