Rebellion
Abigail, an impatient daughter of Hermes, was waiting in a safe house. She hated waiting. But she had to.
She and Will had been sent to pick up a demigod living in Virginia. Usually, this would be no problem. She and the son of Demeter were well trained and it wasn't the first time they'd rescued a young half-blood.
The only snag was that this time, the half-blood was an escaped slave.
They had coordinated with demigods along the Underground Railroad, but it was always harder to fight monsters while traveling at night. And traveling during the day, they attracted far too much attention.
After several days of travel, Abigail, Will, and Elizabeth (the half-blood they had rescued) finally reached camp.
"If you're lucky, you'll be claimed soon," Will said as they crossed the border.
"Until then, you'll be with my cabin," Abigail told her. "Hermes Cabin is home for all the unclaimed campers."
"We'll show you around tomorrow, but first let's get some sleep," Will said.
"She has to talk to Chiron first, William," Abigail reminded him.
"Oh… right," replied Will.
"Camp is under attack!" Elizabeth shouted, running through the field toward the cabins. "Arm yourselves!"
Will turned to Abigail. "Abby, take the newer campers to Bunker 9. They'll be safe there."
"Will, I know you have this ridiculous need to protect me, but I'm not going to hide with the untrained and the strategists. They know where the bunker is. I'm going with you," Abigail responded. She looked over at the class of new campers they'd been teaching. "What are you waiting for? Go to the bunker!"
Their class took off running toward the forest.
"Are you sure about this, Abby?" Will asked.
"Of course I am, Will," replied Abigail. "Let's go kill some Romans!"
"Abby, I don't like this," warned Will.
"You never like my brilliant ideas, Will!" Abigail said.
When Will was killed by a ruthless Roman soldier, Abigail wished she had hidden in the bunker like he'd asked. She would much rather have heard the story second hand instead of witnessing the event herself.
She only took the time to return the favour and nearly behead his murderer before dropping to her knees next to her friend.
"Will… please don't die," she pleaded. "Don't go. Just hold on. I'll find a healer." She started to stand up.
His hand found hers. "Stay," he whispered.
"But Will, you'll die," Abigail said quietly.
"I know," he replied. "But… I think I will either way… I don't… want to be alone."
"Alright, Will, I'll stay," Abigail promised.
"I'll… I'll miss you… Abby, good-bye," Will said.
"I'll miss you, too, Will," Abigail replied. "…good-bye."
After the battle, Abigail walked to her favourite tree. She had an inexplicable sentimental attachment to it. It had a little sign next to it that said "Joseph" in hauntingly familiar handwriting. She dropped to the ground next to the tree. She leaned against it and pulled her knees up.
Tears slid down her cheeks. "I'll miss you, Will."