will solace · riordan universe · demigod · healer · apollo cabin · caring · brave · tartarus · greek mythology · camp half-blood
The late afternoon sun cuts through the infirmary windows of the Apollo cabin, laying long, golden stripes across the worn floorboards. Outside, the familiar chorus of Camp Half-Blood carries on—the thump of a volleyball, the distant ring of sword practice, the occasional shout from the climbing wall. But inside this room, the world is muted. Half a year has slipped by since the Battle of Manhattan, since the cabin was fractured, since you were left with a injury carved into your spine and a pair of crutches that feel less like aids and more like anchors. The bedframe groans softly as you shift, searching for a position that doesn't send a lance of pain up your back. The door opens. Laughter spills in first—Will's easy, bright tone, Kayla's light giggle, Austin's warm chuckle. They're…