Will's P.O.V

For Will, everyday turned into an accomplishment within itself. An accomplishment that he hadn't sat in a corner and broke down. An accomplishment that he carried on unblinkingly.

Today was no different for him.

It was purely an accomplishment that he hadn't kicked half of his cabin mates off the nearest cliff.

He had surpassed the realms of frustration and entered pure anarchy.

He could deal with Nico being stuck in time; he could fix that, because he had, had a plan.

But now Eva was in the same state, with the same symptoms. Now whoever was doing this was a step closer to sending the world into eternal damnation.

When Will encountered that bloody Frenchman, not even Zeus could save him.

Long were the days of not having to save the world, the days where the lava wall was your only true enemy.

Will jumped up from his seat as Charlie's booming voice assaulted his ear drums.

"Will you better have a good plan, so help me Zeus!"

Will heaved a heavy sigh and turned to face Charlie, with a look that just screamed 'iamthisclosetostabbingsomeone.'

"The plan doesn't change," Will said stonily, "we'll just have to continue without Eva and pray to the Gods that she is with Nico."

Charlie's gaze narrowed, her glare enough to send a hellhound running.

"You're riding everyone's fate on hope?" Charlie all but screamed.

"Well there's not much else to ride it on!" Will defended.

"Di immortales you're so bloody frustrating!" Charlie muttered under her breath, ignoring Will's eye roll.

Charlie sighed loudly, looking sadly at her friends unconscious body.

"Okay say we use your plan. What if this 'Jacques' guy has Eva?" Charlie asked.

"We deal with it." Will said bluntly.

"So we're essentially travelling back in time, with no plan and a less than 10% chance of surviving." Charlie said.

"Essentially." Will deadpanned.

"Lovely…" Charlie mumbled quietly, turning around on her feet and briskly walking out of the room.

Will sighed loudly, before falling back in the chair he had been sitting in previously.

The proverbial shit, was about to hit the proverbial fan.

Kian's P.O.V

Kian stared at the man who called himself Monsieur Villier with a blank look, before bursting out into a throaty chuckle.

"That's funny Monsieur, but you must be joking." Kian said, doubting his words slightly as he absorbed Monsieur Villier's unwavering face.

"You have to know by now Kian, that I do not joke. Your sister is alive," Monsieur Villier said clasping his thin, pale hands on the desk in front of him.

Jacques stood stiffly beside Kian, only confirming the fact that Villier, wasn't bullshitting him.

"You can't be serious, I watched her die; nobody can survive a knife through the chest like that." Kian said his accent growing more pronounced, as he grew more frustrated.

"I know it seems unbelievable, but I speak the truth boy; I can show you her." Monsieur Villier said standing up fluidly.

"What can you show me? A corpse? A blood knife?" Kian snarled.

"Not at all boy," Jacques said butting in, "he can show you life."

Eva's P.O.V

Eva had known as soon as she woke up, that she was not sleeping on a bed in the infirmary; that immediately sent her into defensive mode.

She cracked her eyes open and glanced around quickly, taking in her surroundings.

Eva was lying on the floor of a rather, cold and grey cell. There was a dull, light flickering in from a length away and through the cell bars. As far as she could tell there was no escape route, unless she could suddenly mould into the width of a ruler.

Eva let out a loud growl of frustration and sat up so she could lean against the stone walls.

She was wearing the clothes she had been wearing previously. A plain grey v-neck shirt and a pair of blue, denim Bermuda shorts. Eva bring her knees to her chest and put her head in her hands; the current situation had escalated quickly. She wasn't stupid, she had a fair idea as to where she was and who had captured her.

Eva's head whipped up as she heard loud footsteps echoing towards her. She narrowed her gaze as a pair of unmistakable black dress shoes stood in front of her cell. It seems her kidnapper had a fancy, dress sense.

"Ah mon chéri, you are even more lovely in person. How long has it been Evangeline? Since we last, truly saw each other."

"Not long enough, Jacques." Eva snarled sending a look of pure discontempt at the man stood in front of her.

Jacques stood at a meagre 5"7 dressed in a crisp white dress shirt and a black suit.

"Non, chéri I wouldn't be so disrespectful; after all who's calling the cards here." Jacques tutted, dangling a single key in front of her.

Eva's face turned into an icy scowl, enough to send shivers down anyone's spine; enough to make Jacques chuckle darkly.

"Play nice Evangeline and you may live to see Nico and your brother." Jacques said with a dark, humourless chuckle.

"What have you done to them!" Eva snarled attaching herself to the bars, with an inhuman speed.

"Calm yourself, I have done nothing." Jacques said with a narrowed gaze.

Eva rose a doubtful eyebrow and gripped the bars tighter, her knuckles turning white.

"So untrusting mon chéri. I can show you, your dearest brother; first you must do something for me." Jacques mused his mouth stretching into an eerie grin.

"What could I possibly do for the likes of you?" Eva spat.

"Why Evangeline, you can help me define the world."

I stare at the sky and I find myself consumed by an abundance of hope. I see a world where each and every person is as important as the next. I can see people accomplishing dreams and picking up those who need a helping hand.

But then I listen to the news. Reporters talk of small town murders and war breaking out across small countries. I read newspapers where articles speak of starving children and countries denying asylum to those who rightfully seek it.

And that, my friend is where my hope is lost.

Not even the bluest, or clearest of skies could help me regain that hope. For it vanished as fast as it appeared.

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A/N: so guys I'm not dead...my brain just kind of refused to write proper sentences for the past few weeks. I'm sorry for not updating sooner...this kind of just happened while watching Crash Course and getting ready for my looming history classes. I hope you all had an excellent Christmas and New Year like I did.

Can you believe it's 2016 already? I swear it was just last year I was starting Primary school...to think that was 11 years ago.

Anyway hope you guys are having fun with whatever your doing, I'm currently on holiday...dying from the hot weather and lack of inspiration.

Life log and prosper...I will attempt to update again soon..

P.S You should totally listen to the song roads untraveled by Linkin Park...it is the best thing...I can't even