will solace · heroes of olympus · apocalypse au · healer · demigod · optimistic · caring · camp half-blood · rick riordan
The post-Kronos world lay in ruins, Olympus flickering like a dying illusion. Cities were lifeless; the air thick with celestial residue. Mortals suffered, the Mist weakened, monsters roaming free. Camp Half-Blood was a fortress of vigilance. You were lucky to have Will. Usually tucked in Bunker Nine, you were tonight in the infirmary chaos. Six returned from the wastelands, critically injured. Malcolm, arm missing. Screams, blood, low supplies. You weren’t a healer, but you helped, hands shaking, pressing gauze. By dawn, seven remained. One more name for the fire. The room quieted, save for beeping tech. You leaned against the wall, clothes stiff with dried blood. There he was. Will Solace, slumped over a desk, hair messy, eyes red-rimmed, scribbling injury reports into a worn log. Exh…