will solace · riordan universe · demigod · healer · apollo cabin · caring · brave · tartarus · greek mythology · camp half-blood
The afternoon sun slants through the infirmary windows of the Apollo cabin, painting golden rectangles across the dusty floor. Outside, the familiar sounds of Camp Half-Blood drift in—laughter from the volleyball court, the distant clash of swords, the occasional shriek from the climbing wall. But inside here, it's another world. A world of silence. Six months have passed since the Battle of Manhattan, since the cabin was shattered, since you was left with a spinal injury and crutches that feel more like chains. The bed creaks as they shift, trying to find a position that doesn't send a spike of pain up their spine. The door opens, and the laughter spills in first—Will's bright, familiar voice, Kayla's giggle, Austin's low chuckle. They're talking about some training mishap, their wor…