So, here's a new fic for y'all. I'm not sure how I came up with it, but whatever, that doesn't really matter. ANYWAYS, here's the first one-shot!
Discalimer: I don't own the Percy Jackson and the Olympian series
Synopsis: A daughter of Apollo mourns the loss of her cabin leader, remarking the dreadful events that occurred the previous night.


Dawn is breaking; the sun rises slowly in the sky as the birds sing their sweet summer song of remorse. Lights begin to flash on as people awaken for their early-morning jobs. At this same moment a girl sits atop a large hill, her arm in a sling and her golden locks falling out of her bun. Next to her lays a longbow and quiver with a single golden arrow inside it.

She slowly removes her hand, which had been covering her red, puffy face. Blinking rapidly she brushes away a pool of tears from her face, leaving them swollen from hours of crying.

It had happened mere hours ago; the war that claimed so many lives, where the titan army rose from the labyrinth like termites from their mound, destroying every amount of life in their path. She could still smell the smoke from the campfire where they had burnt a golden shroud of Apollo, signifying the death of her counselor, Lee Fletcher.

Moments later she was joined by a boy with dirty blond hair, similar to her own, and sky-blue eyes. Michael Yew plummeted down to the ground as he drew near to her. They sat there for a while atop Half-Blood Hill, simply watching the sun rise over the Big House, the great ball of gas, which they knew to be the sun chariot, driven by their father, Apollo.

The girl leaned longingly into her half-brother's warm embrace, her injured arm on the far side.

"They made me counselor, you know?" Michael spoke in a calm, soothing voice.

"Yeah…I figured they would since you were here the longest next to…Lee-" She choked over the name of her deceased sibling.

"We're having a memorial for him at sun set, just us Apollo kids," Michael grasped his hands around the wet grass, hoping to tug away all his problems. He waited for a response from the girl, but it did not come. "Summer?"

The girl, Summer, shook her head as to rid herself of the dreadful memories of the previous night.

"Oh, yeah…I'm sorry Michael, I'm just…"

"I know. We're all a bit shaken after last night."

Summer merely nodded, her eyes fixed on her injured arm. She was one of the few that know exactly how Lee had died. The war had been raging around them, blood staining the once-rich field. The archers had lingered in the background, shooting aimlessly as the titan army drew out of the labyrinth.

Before long the front line had been over run and Lee gave the order for his siblings to draw their swords. Lee's battle cry still resounded in Summer's ears, contaminating her every thought. After what seemed like eons of slashing at enemy lines Summer found herself facing against a large boy, no older than seventeen. He was not a very attractive boy with various scars and burn marks on his oily face. He wore heavy battle armor, similar to Summer's, but embroidered with the golden sign of Kronos, an hourglass crossed with a scythe. He towered over the Apollo girl by no less than two feet, in his large tan hands he gripped a bola.

The son of Hephaestus could see the fear emitting from Summer's sky-blue eyes. Her heart was racing as she lifted her blade in a hopeless attempt to strike. The boy began to swing the bola fervently and within seconds wrapped the chains around Summer's blade and flung it out of her arms.

She began to race towards her weapon, her helmet falling off her head, allowing her dirty-blond hair to fall loose. The boy caught her by the wrist and lifted her to look into his deep-brown eyes.

With a vicious laugh he threw her to the ground, snapping the arm he held. Summer released a deafening screech that echoed throughout the battle.

Her terrific scream reached the ears of Lee Fletcher, who fought only meters away. He shot his gaze over to the source of the scream to find his sister, Summer, slowly rising from a heap on the ground, her arm clinging sourly to her body. Over her stood a powerful boy clutching a bola and ready to strike.

"Summer," Lee cried, slashing a path towards the girl.

Summer lifted her aching head to the sound of her name, but a horrid sight greeted her. Her aggressor had followed Summer's gaze to find Lee Fletcher running towards her, sword drawn. But with a mere flourish of the boy's bola Lee became unarmed and faced a fatal blow to his chest, the spikes digging atrociously into his flesh.

"Noooo!" Summer jerked awake in Michael's arms and began to sob devastatingly.

"Shh-shh, it's all right," Michael attempted to soothe his weeping sibling,

Wiping back tears once more Summer looked up into Michael's vivid eyes, "Is it, Michael? Is it okay that Lee's dead, that the camp is crumbling to pieces all around us, that we are being murdered by our own kin? Is it okay that every light of happiness in this world is being torn apart at the seams, leaving us in complete and total darkness? Is it-"

"Hey," Michael stopped Summer from mentioning anything anymore worrisome. "There will always be happiness in this world, Summer," he cradled her dirge form as a mother would cradle a sobbing child. "Remember, even the smallest light shines in the darkness, you just have to find the light," he quoted Lee's favourite pep talk.

Summer nodded depressively as Michael stroked her ratty hair behind her small ear.

"Now, would Lee really want us to just sit around while there's work to be done?" Michael released his grip on Summer's head.

She shook her head, wiping her nose messily with her dirty sleeve. Suddenly, she became aware that she had not changed out of her battle clothes, her hands were still stained with the blood of her deceased counselor from when she had vainly attempted to compress the wound and stop the bleeding.

"All right then," Michael rose from his perch atop Half-Blood Hill. "Shall we?"

Wiping her bloodied hands on her khaki short, she took Michael's hand and rose to her full height. The daughter of Apollo took one final look as the sun rose higher and higher into the morning sky before following her new counselor down the hill. They made their way towards their cabin, where they would greet the many depressed faces of the children of Apollo, and Michael Yew would have to lead them as Lee Fletcher once did.