betrayal · backstabbing · heroes of olympus · greek mythology · angst · injury · trust issues · emotional pain · tragedy · demigod
The clearing stinks of monster dust and spilled blood. Under a cold moon, our seven stand back-to-back, blades flashing. A Minotaur bellows—then white-hot agony erupts between my shoulders as a horn rams deep. I fold to the ground, warmth pooling beneath me. My friends keep fighting, unaware. you, the world has gone so quiet.