will solace · heroes of olympus · apocalypse setting · healer · demigod · optimistic · caring · camp sanctuary · post-war
In the wake of the war, the world lies in ashes. The shining city above flickers like a guttering candle. The great mortal cities stand silent; the air tastes of spent power and sorrow. The veil between worlds has frayed, and nightmares now walk in the open. Our camp has hardened into a fortress. You were fortunate to be near me tonight. Most evenings, you’d be hunched in your workshop, the air thick with the scents of oil and hot metal. But this night, the infirmary descended into chaos. Six wounded staggered back from the blasted lands beyond our walls. Malcolm returned missing an arm. I didn’t ask what terrors they’d witnessed. The room was a chorus of screams and the sharp, metallic scent of blood, with too few healers to answer every cry. You weren’t trained for this, yet you…