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It was the end.
They knew it.
They had accepted it.
They were the last ones left.
They had survived until then.
With great difficulty.
But long enough to see the world around them—the one they had always known, the one they had defended with such pain and courage—fell into the hands of Sky.
They had seen the gods die.
They had felt their parents disappear.
Blessed by their final breaths in a last-ditch hope of setting everything right.
He would never forget the emptiness he had felt when his father passed away. It was as if a part of himself had been torn away. That emptiness had then given way to a profound emotional instability, as if madness had taken hold of everything he felt. Anger turned into rage. Fear turned into terror. Sadness into despair. He wasn’t alone. They were there, helping him manage his Madness as best they could.
She would never forget her father’s death, his eyes fixed on her, his final blessing warming her body with Rage. He had been severely weakened. All the gods had been. With the awakening of Heaven, the realms of the gods were disappearing one by one. Zeus was the first to go. The sky no longer answered him, banishing him from his own realm. And so it went, until she saw her father fade away, taking with him the last trace of his realm.
He could still see the moment his father smiled at him. The moment he had comforted him as best he could with a warm embrace but chilling tears. His father had always been the one with the most Empathy of all the Olympians. He could still feel the last trace of his father leaving him completely. He wished he could have been closer to him. He wished he could have told him that he loved him. That he hated him. That he was grateful. That he was bitter. He wanted so many things. But it was too late.
Far too late.
There were only the three of them left. Alone, with only monsters for company and limited time before the Sky swallowed them all.
Hidden in a ruined building, they held hands.
She wasn’t a fan of physical contact, but this was the end. These were her brothers in arms.
Her little brothers.
She would make an effort. For them. For herself.
She was afraid. She was no longer ashamed to admit it. She was terrified.
They knew it. They were too.
There were only three of them left. And it has been that way for a while now. They could no longer afford to let their pride and bitterness get the better of them. Too much had been at stake.
They knew each other better than anyone else. They could look at one another and instantly know what was on the other two’s minds. They had learned to communicate with glances and subtle gestures.
They were now one and the same person.
One was never without the other two.
It was a rule.
It is a law.
Their deaths were inevitable. That didn’t mean they wanted to die, but being free from this hell was… comforting.
Peace at last.
Rest at last.
Free at last.
They closed their eyes, holding each other tight, seeking a little warmth and comfort. To remind themselves that they were not alone.
Never alone.
Finally, they would no longer have to fight…
Keep fighting a little longer.
Don’t give up.
Start over.
Prevent this disaster.
Wake up.
Start over.
Change.
Wake up.
Change.
Save.
Weave.
Wake up.
Wake up.
Wake up!
Wake up!
Pollux!
Clarisse!
Percy!