(OOC: For you, pookie, I will power through laziness and procrastinate even more on my exam studies to cheer you up mon amie)
*sweat covered Will has he thrashed in his bed. He had been in the infirmary, resting himself after almost passing out, when the dreamscape played out before him, again and again. Each time more graphic than the last*
*The cyclops. The torture. The war. The flames. Shadows, darkness, a river, a voice. Dark eyes, raven hair, skeletons. Typhon, Empousa. The birds. His mother's screams. Lee. Micheal. Blood. Cries. The bridge. Percy, screams. Annabeth. Swords. Screams*
*screams. So. Many. Screams. Calling his name. Calling help. Calling for mothers, father, brothers, sisters. Will's tears ran.*
*Will's screams joined the ones in his head. The ones sneering at him, accusing him, telling him the truth over and over again that he was never enough, he never would be, he couldn't do anything, he didn't try hard enough, he couldn't save them, useless, useless, useless, useless. What son of Apollo couldn't sing? Couldn't shoot? Couldn't aim? Couldn't fight? *
*Who was he? An imposter. He faked every part of his life. The cries wouldn't shut up about it, the guilt swallowed him, dragging him into the depths of his mind. Pain was all he deserved, right? Yes. If he cannot be wanted, let him be needed. If cannot be needed, let him be used till there was nothing left. That was all he was in the end. All he was ever good for, all he was made for, a shield. Cannon fodder. The sacrifice. *
*Still, his nightmares haunted him. Will tossed and turned, screaming and thrashing, crying and hurting*
*He was a demigod. A useless one. This was his life. Get used to it Solace*
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