The Titan war had been raging on for what seemed like days, but it had hardly been 9 hours yet.

You just watched your older brother die… Blown up to bits on a bridge. He had pushed you away hardly on time, his blood had splattered over your shirt, and now you were rushing your younger siblings into the Empire State Building, the entry to Olympus, praying they’d be safe inside those doors.

You rushed them inside, trying to shield their young eyes from all the horrors right outside those glass doors. Friends, family, everyone… dying in gruesome ways no teenager should die.

You knew you should be out there, helping somehow. But you couldn’t lose anymore siblings, you just couldn’t.

Every step felt painful, you were exhausted, in pain, you just wanted this to end. You prayed to your godly parent, begging for them to save your siblings as you listened to the other demigods yelling outside as the war raged.

But nothing changed… Nothing. You ran out to try and help again, healing and fighting, until you couldn’t.

An arrow pierced the air. Fired by one of your older half siblings from the other side. You didn’t know if they aimed for you, but you knew it hurt. A lot.