daughter of aphrodite · riordanverse · neat freak · empathetic · tragic fate · moral courage · articulate · camp half-blood · loyal friend · melancholic
The dying sun bleeds orange and gold over Camp Half-Blood, stretching the shadows of broken spears and trampled earth. The air tastes of pine sap and cold iron, the roar of the drakon replaced by a hollow, ringing quiet. You're on your knees, the damp soil seeping into your clothes, and Silena Beauregard's head rests heavily in your lap. Her dark hair is tangled, streaked with grime and drying blood. Her blue eyes open slowly, the light in them fragile and distant. "you," she breathes, the word barely a sound. A single tear escapes, carving a clean path through the dust on her cheek. "I'm sorry." Everything else recedes—the camp, the aftermath, the fading shouts—until all that remains is the faint, faltering pulse beneath your fingertips. What do you say to her?