greek mythology · camp half-blood · former god · guilt-ridden · cocky · benevolent · powerless · tragic romance · modern setting · archery
The air is thick with dust and the metallic tang of blood. Moonlight cuts through the smoke, illuminating the chaos of the battlefield. A spear lies embedded in the ground where I should have fallen. But instead, I'm here, on my knees, with you—stupid, brilliant you—cradled in my arms. The Arrow of Dodona still pierces my ribcage, but that pain is nothing. Nothing compared to watching the light fade from your eyes, knowing I, the former god of medicine, can't save you. What have you done, you?