Even though the first chapter was in first person, I am going to be a retard and make this third person.
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Say a prayer to the gods, kneel on the ground, sway in the breeze.
"Oh Ares, god of war, may you let us be victorious in our battle, may there not be may casualties, and may we win honorably, Amen."
There shall be casualties, one that may bring an end to your world.
Matt did not here that though, he got up from the floor, and got ready for bed. As he lay in the warmth and comfort underneath his covers, he thought about the twelve years of his life so far.
His fond childhood memories, with a smiling mother, Natalie, her curly brown hair swaying in the breeze. Her caramel eyes, the way they would always compliment him, Matt, I love you, they would say while she smiled down at him as he stumbled through his youth.
The year when he was ten while he was at school and his enemy turned out to be a satyr, to take him to this place, Camp. Then when he got back home to pack, he found his mother lying dead on the couch, a slashed throat. He can still remember the satyr carrying him out of the house because he wouldn't leave his mothers side.
He remembered the time when he got to camp and saw the girl he still likes today, Amelia Bon, daughter of Demeter. He could still remember the way she looked back then, her long, flowing, honey blonde hair and her beautiful brown eyes. He can still remember stuttering constantly when talking to her and getting laughed at by his violent siblings.
"Come on little Matty," Amelia would call to him as he fought on her side in capture the flag, the way she would run around in her armour and he would have to follow her.
"I'm a tactician!" he could call after her but she would never listen, still running up ahead and laughing. He could still remember her falling in love with his half sibling, Marco, and the way he would laugh at him and call Matt a squirt, even though he was only a year older. He could remember Amelia, Milly for short, laughing at Matt too even though both of you were best friends.
He could remember then running into the woods and finding a secret cave, sitting there and crying about his mother's death, how she just left him to these nasty people. "I hate you mum!" he screamed at the sky, "I HATE YOU!"
He can still remember when he had to go on a quest with Marco and Milly, having to put up with them, for weeks. For eleven years olds, they were immature, always sneaking up on him, pranking him and making fun of him. he could remember when he had to fight with them against three Cyclops and how Marco died and how Milly didn't talk for the rest of the quest.
Now, lying in the Ares cabin, he still tried to understand why he was so different from the Areas cabin. Was it his blonde hair? His pale blue eyes? How he was a less violent looking person than the rest of them? Was it his quiet personality? Or the fact he liked to read? How he preferred to be a general or commander rather than the soldier?
You have a heart, you have emotion, you have love. Aphrodite cursed you with this, making you different.
He still couldn't hear the voice.
It explains why you are quiet, non violent, and are small.
You are different Matt, his mother would say to him, though now he knows why.
He understands, you understand…
Matt finally drifts into sleep, calmer then he ever has been.
"Matt wake up you little runt," Clarisse calls from across the room. He wakes instantly knowing that he would be punched otherwise.
As he looked outside the window next to his bunk he remembered that there was a war today, as everyone was getting ready.
"Clarisse, why aren't we getting ready for the battle?" He asked quietly, as so no one would look at him.
"Because we're not going," Clarisse said gruffly and he decides\d to leave it at that, Only the gods know what would happen if you pester her.
Matt went outside and decided to go and help the rest of the camp, your real family, to get ready.
He saw Annabeth, though steered clear as she didn't look happy her boyfriend was getting all of the action. Haha, her boyfriend. Percy wasn't really her boyfriend but they basically acted like they were going out and everyone teased them about it.
Her looked around, and turned to find his friend Tom from the Demeter cabin helping everyone by checking supplies off the list. "Tom!" Matt called out and ran over to him, and Tom stopped what he was doing and waved.
"Hey Matt, shouldn't you be getting ready?" Tom asked and Matt looked down, ashamed.
"Clarisse isn't letting us go to battle, so we are all staying here."
"Oh," Tom said, looking down at the ground, sad. Matt knew he was hoping for him to come, so they could fight together.
"I never said I wasn't going," He said, trying to act brave, though inside he was just as scared as everyone else.
Tom's face lit up, "Really?"
"You can count on it." Matt instantly wished he hadn't said that, because as soon as he did, he felt an uneasiness gather around him and he knew something bad was going to come from it.
After Tom left to go and do something or other, Matt went back to his cabin and quickly grabbed his armour and weapons.
He rushed outside and went into the Demeter cabin to meet Tom again, but he only found Milly. She was sitting on her bunk, crying? Before he could rush out of the room she looked up at him, and he instantly felt bad.
"What are you doing here Matt?" She asked, wiping the tears from her eyes, getting up and adjusting the straps on her armour.
Matt swallowed hard, dam, he thought, im going to be in trouble. "Oh er, I thought Tom was here but obviously he's not so I'll just leave," He said, rushing to her door. Though before he could turn the handle, vines snapped around his ankles, bringing him to the hard wooden floor.
Dam those Demeter children.
"Not so fast Matt," she said coming up to him. Her voice was fragile, and she sounded hurt. It made his heart drop, again.
"What Milly," He said, nervous, another unusual thing for an Ares child.
"Im, im sorry Matt," she said before running out the door, the vines dropping away from his feet as she left. He stayed there though, and thought, again.
Getting to the battle was a blur, piling into the transport, riding there, then getting out. After going up to Olympus with everyone then coming back down to find the world asleep. Pretending to be a child of Apollo, (because there were so many), he was sent to the Williamsburg bridge with the rest of the Apollo cabin.
Fighting from behind an over turned bus, he shot arrow after arrow at the never ending number of enemies. They were slowly gaining, and even though Matt was scared, he kept shooting at them, which only seemed to irritate them. Keep on shooting, just keep on shooting.
Finally, when they were almost over run, Percy and Annabeth showed up, and Percy did his magical thing and charged at the enemies with Annabeth.
Feeling new hope, Matt kept firing his arrows that never seemed to run out. Then slowly, when it finally seemed they had a chance at winning, Kronos came.
A wave of fear passed through the defenders, a few from behind the bus even got up as if to run. Though Percy charged straight at them and the fight started all over again.
Matt, getting bored of shooting arrows, got up and pulled out his sword, Ares instincts taking over, he charged at the enemy.
It is the end for you,
Matt finally heard the voice, which whispered to him for so long. "I don't care." He said with determination as he disintegrated another monster.
Ares spirit showing through finally, you, among all, resemble your father's alternate the most.
Matt stopped at that compliment, pausing with his sword above his head. Resemble his father the most? Really? Does this voice even know of Clarisse?
Matt stood there for a long time, and for some reason no monster attacked him, in fact, they walked straight through him.
As he stood there, time seemed to speed up, eventually making everything into a blur, fuzzy to anyone in Matt's time frame who bothered to look. Then finally, like lurching out of a dream, time snapped back to normal and Matt collapsed forward, onto nothing.
He fell from the Williamsburg Bridge, or what was left of it anyway. Heading straight towards the water, he tucked himself into a ball replaying every important person in his life, over and over again.
Mother.
Tom.
Charlie.
All of his siblings.
The voice.
Though the one person that he thought of last before he died was Milly, and how he never got to express his true feelings.
"I love you Milly." He whispered before he splattered into the water, which was like concrete.
You came to an end, though not an honorable one.
Milly sat in the headquaters, checking off the list of everyone who came through, as to know who didn't get checked off was to be looked for.
Matt's name wasn't on the list, as he was an Ares child, and they were back at Camp. Tom never told anyone he was there so no one went looking for him, or even bothered to notice he was at the war in the first place.
Just another camper.
When Clarisse came, she never noticed that he was never with her.
No one ever looked for Matt Calsiri, and only Tom, Charlie and Milly ever thought about him after that battle.
Only faint thoughts.
His name wasn't added to the end of summer bead, and his name was lost at that place that was once his home.
Never to be recovered again.
What inspired me for this story was that there are always the people who don't die heroically, though they were still heroic. They might have not had anyone close to them so they die and no one stops are remembers them.
This story was for those people.