Will felt like his heart was dancing in his ribcage, leaping and flying in that tiny space. He could see the armies of Kronos fringing the city. Around him, his siblings stood, their hands gripping their arrows. He looked over at Michael who grinned back at him.

"Ready, Solace?"

"Ready as I'll ever be." His fingers danced over the slim wood of his arrow. "You?"

Michael snorted. "You bet your ass. Hey is that Demeter kid... puking?" He squinted as he stared over the bridge. It was a girl puking her guts out- fear, Will supposed. He felt bad for watching and dragged Michael back by his collar.

"Let's not." He suggested.

"Let it start already." The shorter boy muttered, his feet pacing the floor of the bridge anxiously. Will cast his eyes at the skies, watching the colours swirl in an angry mash of black, grey and purple.

He was scared.

The deep thrum of a trumpet pierced through the air and Will could feel the tune in his bones. He locked eyes with Micheal once again as the army of Kronos surged forward, getting nearer and nearer and fuck, nearer.

"See you, buddy." Micheal muttered.

"I'll be here?" Will shrugged as the footfalls slammed into the ground- they were almost on the bridge. He set an arrow in and let it go, watching it fly gracefully across the air and lodge itself into one of the enemy. The rest of his cabin followed suit, their arrows dancing through the stormy sky.

Shit, he was scared.

Michael nodded, lifting a corner of his lips. "Well, we won't be together throughout this whole shit fest, eh?"

"Guess not." He turned to smile at his brother. "See you, then."

They had reached the bridge- were almost on it. The air was rent with the cacophony of clashing battle.

"This is it." Will whispered.

Michael nodded. It sure was.