Ephemeral

by kaejax

Despite all the wars they have fared, irrespective of all the blood that spilled, regardless of all the hits they've taken, at the end of the day, the seven heroes are just teenagers. Even if the time they spend off of the battlefield is fleeting, it is priceless. After all, life is short, and precious moments are ephemeral.

6. Pyrrhic

goddessoftea and HoneyGoddess57: aww, thank you for your kind words! :,D I'm overjoyed that you enjoyed the last drabble. Truth be told, I actually wrote 'Sass' because I got writer's block, and it was the only thing I could think of.

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I always wondered what would happen if the titans defeated Cronus. I'm assuming that most 'class-mates' believe that the titans would be overjoyed, but the seven didn't seem so elated back in 'Cronus Vanquished', so this is essentially my projection of what would happen if the titans end up defeating Cronus.

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pyr·rhic1

ˈpirik/

adjective

(of a victory) won at too great a cost to have been worthwhile for the victor.

The titans always yearned to destroy Cronus. After all, he was just an annoying, ruthless flame that needed to be extinguished. They longed to see the day when he'd finally fall; when he'd finally be thrown back into the relentless jail of Tartarus for another millennia. They wished for it. They hoped for it. They desired it. They yearned as desperately as one does for something that is nearly out of reach. They longed for an ending, oblivious that the end would just set them back to the beginning.

They always knew they would cheer and celebrate when the triumphant day finally rolled around. But the day it happened, they didn't. Instead of rejoicing, instead of screaming in triumph and victory, they just stood there. Stone-faced and solemn. After all this time, they finally realized what victory really meant. It meant parting from the people they cared about most. It meant returning to the places they no longer loved. The places they no longer thought of with such warmth or tenderness. It meant leaving the only thing they knew- parting from their destiny. And most of all, it meant they would never grace each other. They would never again stay up until midnight, watching campy horror flicks, they would never pile up on the small couch and sleep together like a perfectly fitted puzzle; they would never hear each other's reassuring laughs, never see each other's cocky smiles. For the past few years, they had ardently fought for an end, without recognizing they were better off fighting for an eternity. The moment they had waited for with such zest and fondness for all these years was just bland and dismal. Pleasureless and pyrrhic.

It was all just a pyrrhic victory disguised in a neatly wrapped daydream.