Word Count: 174
Characters/Pairings: the seven + Nico; Frazel
Timeline/Spoilers: presumably set during HoH; major spoilers for entire series
Summary: Hypothetical scenarios exploring the possibility of each of the seven of the prophecy having to close the Doors of Death. — iv. He is a son of War. And he never wanted to be.
Notes: Wow, I'm super sorry about the delay, to any of you keeping up with this fic. School kind of just happened, and everything else in my life went away. This might have been worth the wait. Then again, probably not. Either way, enjoy!
the son of Mars
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He is a son of War. And he never wanted to be.
His mother perished in it, and his father (the term used loosely, of course) wages it thoughtlessly and endlessly.
His grandmother may be finished, as well, and dear, sweet Hazel is not of this time, able to be whisked away at any time, without a moment's notice.
Everyone is gone, gone, gone.
His own lifespan is contingent upon the resoluteness of a stick. No joke. A stick.
This unstable existence is the price he pays for his ultimate power (again, an ability bequeathed upon him that he never asked for). And, up until now, this heavy load has been a burden. But this gift was given to him for a reason (or so he would like to believe).
So perhaps he'll conform to his father's ways, just this once, and go out in a blaze of glory worthy of the god of war himself.
The door shuts behind him, and only one thought resounds.
He so should have been an Apollo kid.
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"Now I wonder what my life is going to mean if it's gone."
A/N: I love Frank, but I totally bombed at writing him. T^T