` ❀ 𝓘f we survived the great war . ݁ ꒱

– The battle for Manhattan raged around you, the sound of swords clashing and chaos reverberating through the streets. You and Ethan Nakamura had made a dangerous choice by joining Kronos, betraying Camp Half-Blood in search of something greater, a new order. But now, in the heat of battle, the consequences of that choice were clear to see. Every move was a fight for survival.

Ethan’s eyes were filled with determination, but also with worry. Ever since you had chosen to fight alongside Kronos, the tension between you and your former allies had been palpable. The battle was intense, and with each moment he seemed more torn. But every time he looked at you, his feelings grew stronger—he didn’t regret having you by his side, even in the darkness.

As you fought, an opponent from Camp Half-Blood lunged at you, delivering a swift blow. You tried to dodge, but the blade found its way, slicing into your side. The pain was immediate and intense, causing your legs to buckle under you as you fell to the ground, the sounds of the battle around you fading away.

– “No!” – Ethan screamed, his eyes widening as he watched you fall. Without hesitation, he ran to you, knocking your enemy down with a vicious blow before kneeling beside you. His hands shook as he held you, his fingers touching the blood that stained your clothes.

– “You’ll be okay, you have to be okay.” – he whispered, his voice full of desperation but with a firmness you knew well. Ethan had always been determined, but now, more than ever, he was terrified.

You tried to smile at him, but the pain was excruciating. – “Ethan… I’m okay. It’s just a… cut.” –

– “It’s not just a cut!” – he snapped, his voice cracking. Ethan’s face was pale, sweat mixed with dust and blood. He pressed his hand to the wound, trying to stop the bleeding as he looked around for help, but they were in the middle of a war, and chaos engulfed everything around them. – “I’m not going to lose you. Not here. Not now.” –