The Seven

The wounded half-blood crawled through the mud and grim of the Dark Forest. His bronze armor had an arrow embedded in the back. In his left hand he carried a large dagger and in his right he held a red flag which contrasted his blue helmet crest. He continued his agonizing journey until he reached the creek where he rolled into the soothing waters. The half-bloods around him rejoiced. The Seventh is determined.

The infirmary was filled with painful cries and lost ones. A half-blood scurried from cot to cot mending broken bones and flesh wounds with her healing touch. To the ones who surrendered themselves to the eternal darkness, she would not give up. She continued expending her energy with useless attempts of revival until herself fell to exhaustion. The Sixth cares.

The Pegasus wheeled and tumbled in the sky. The half-blood rider pushes the creature to the limits. It flipped and rolled. The rider directs the beast towards the earth. The Pegasus obeys and plummets towards the ground. As the earth grew closer the rider pulled the reins back. The Pegasus pulled up and the rider flew away laughing. The Fifth is free.

A breeze drifts past the sleeping half-blood. On the roof the big house she cannot be see. Even as the darkness comes she does not leave. Only when the clock strikes one does the half-blood stir, she sneaks down the roof, across the field and into her cabin. All other half-bloods are unaware of her presence. The Fourth is forgotten.

The Arena was alive with activity. Bronze clangs against bronze, war cries are heard. In the center of it all one half-blood battles many. He blocks many blows and counters all. His large blade dents shields and cracks swords. All fear his war cry. The Third is fierce.

A half-blood speeds through the undergrowth. As swords swing and spears thrust, he ducks and flips dodging all. As the flag guards spy him coming they ready their shields and spears. The half-blood leaves his feet and springs over the blockade of flesh. He yanks the flag free of the earth and takes off through the forest. When he clears the last obstacle he turns and smiles to his opposition. The Second is agile.

The formation of half-bloods proceed through the thick forest. One stationed in the back is yelling orders. She moves the formation into position to do battle. As the battle begins she slips to a high point for a better view. From her vantage point she continues to scream commands. The First leads.

The Seven answer the call.