Dawn breaks over the hill as the battle ends. Strewn around him are the remainders of war. Cabins half destroyed, demigods- His friends staggering around, tending their wounds. Fallen demigods, laying on the battlefield, unaware that their sacrifice was worth it.

He should be horrified, or maybe relieved that it's over. Instead he's panicked.

He'd seen you, streaking across the field, sword swinging, and now you were nowhere to be found.