AN. Hey guys, it's been forever! I have no excuses other than laziness. Well, I hope you all are doing great; I missed you! Hope you enjoy!
As you sit through the funerals, it all just gets more and more depressing. Even though you won the war it feels like you lost, because this must be the 15th or 16th (you lost track) shroud the camp has burned in the past hour. You might not have known the person or how they died, but, as you hear sobs coming from their friends and family around you, you can't help but wish that it was you being burned and not them.
Denial, depression, and guilt. Those were the feelings that you and the people surrounding you are feeling. You curse the gods, Gaea, and this whole damn thing for ruining (ending) so many lives in the blink of an eye. It's an empty feeling when someone you love has died, because all you want to do is talk to them, but you can't. Even though, as a demigod, you are supposed to be prepared for the death of others and yourself it's joust so hard to wrap your mind around the fact that they're just gone.
Gone.
"He/she died a hero and that's how we will remember them." Chiron says that while burning every single shroud. That's when people seem to cry the hardest. For you it's because you would rather the person live a long, cowardly life than die so young a hero.
It's the realization that you will never get your friend, sister, or brother back that hurts the most. That's what is so funny about life and death; someone can make such a huge difference in your life or even in the world, but when they die they die and that's the end of that. The quote 'Death takes no prisoners' seems to take on a whole new meaning.
"We pray to the gods that these thirty-seven heroes-" That is a much bigger number than you had realized. "- may rest in Elysium." Chiron keeps talking, but your thoughts have wondered somewhere else. You think it's absolutely disgusting that the gods risked their own children's lives to fix their problems as they locked themselves away in the safety of Olympus. You're tired of it, and you know everyone else is too. You promise yourself that the next time the gods have a problem, you won't be the one to help them fix it.
You're bitter and you're angry, but that won't bring back the dead. Nothing will.
THE END! I hope you liked it! Just a little something I whipped up *dusts shoulders off* It's a little short, but whateva!
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