Author's Note:
It's taken way too long for me to update this. I'm a little upset that it did. But here it is, none the less, and I'm fairly happy with it. I think a little conflicting feelings is in order. Don't you think that these demigods felt conflicted about hurting their old friends but not wanting to give up their goal? It's how I would feel. Anyways, enjoy and as always, tell me how you feel.
Oh! I remembered this time. I'm going to add a disclaimer in here which I always seem to forget: I do not own the rights to Percy Jackson and the Olympians. If you all are concerned about my lack of disclaimers, please check my profile. I'm just a lazy, forgetful person. Sorry.
It's choices like these that make life hard.
He said that we would have a better life- and I wanted it all, but I never wanted this.
As I look around, I see my friends, new and old, lying in the streets. I see pain and hatred in eyes that were once so kind. I see battered children, bloodied and broken, trying to fight for a cause they believe so deeply in. I wasn't sure if I believed in my cause anymore.
It's choices like these that lead to painful decisions and I'm sticking with mine.
My sword rages on.