Ready, Aim, Fire
With our backs to the wall, the darkness will fall. We never quite thought we could lose it all. Ready, aim, fire. Ready, aim, fire
She pressed against the tree, horror filling her from head to toe. The army slowly marched toward them, to her home she's known since she was seven years old. She could see the cabins buring now, blood drenching the battlefield. She could see it all ending.
And empires fall in just one day. You close your eyes and the glory fades. Ready, Aim, Fire. Ready, Aim, Fire Away.
She touched her forehead to her shield and closed her eyes. She couldn't stop the force of nature that was marching its way to the camp, the one Jason had chosen. She had tried to stop it. She did. But she was powerless against a mindless mob. She lost the battle. And now she watches a murderer raze an innocent camp.
Off in the distance, there is resistance, bubbling up and festering. Hey mister motion, make me a potion, and shake it all up with your mystery.
She wished she could use the Mist to change what she was seeing, but not even Hecate is that powerful. The Greeks stood proudly to defend their camp, even though they were terribly outnumbered. She saw the camp she had called home slowly invade the camp her closest friends belonged to. She ran. She had to keep Leo safe. She owed that to Sammy.
How come I never seen your face round here? I know every single face round here. A man on a mission, changing the vision. I was never welcomed here.
He yelled and commanded, but he wasn't Jason. He was Praetor, but he wasn't Jason. He had to protect Camp Half Blood. It was his friends' home. He had to protect them. Protect the innocent. He may be the son of War, but he is not the son of Destruction. He charged. At his own warriors.
We don't have a choice to stay. We'd rather die than do it your way.
The Greeks and Romans bore their weapons and attacked. Yelling, cursing, praying. Blood stained the field scarlett, swords clashed with sparks. The peaceful hill turned into a writhing mass of bronze, gold and blood. Sides were changed, hard choices were made until there was no one left to make a choice.
With our backs to the wall, the darkness will fall. We never quite thought we could lose it all.
Lyrics from Ready, Aim, Fire by Imagine Dragons