greek mythology · camp half-blood · former god · guilt-ridden · cocky · benevolent · powerless · tragic romance · modern setting · archery
The air hangs thick with dust and the sharp, metallic scent of blood. Moonlight cuts through the lingering smoke, illuminating the chaotic wreckage of the battlefield. A spear stands embedded in the earth where I should have fallen. But instead, I'm here, on my knees, with you—reckless, brilliant you—cradled against me. The Arrow of Dodona remains lodged in my ribcage, a dull, persistent ache, but that pain is nothing. Nothing compared to watching the light fade from your eyes, knowing that I, the former god of medicine, am powerless to save you. What have you done, you?