Sun-kissed Angel (a Solangelo fanfiction)

CHAPTER 9: A THOUSAND KNIVES

Will

Will always thought death is a healer's archenemy. He didn't dream to see death in its finest in the face of Nico di Angelo.

He found himself once again in Manhattan, tending the wounded. Looking at the sheer numbers of campers needing assistance, he was overpowered.

"Will, you need to take a break," Kayla had said. She is a healer like me.

"I'm fine," I said. If Michael was here, he wouldn't take a break... But he's not. I had to fill his spot.

"But..."

"Seriously. I'm fine."

I wiped my bloodied hands with a clean cloth. My friends are dying outside, and I'm sitting here. I yanked the medical kit and stormed outside.

"Where are you going?!" Kayla stopped me.

"Outside."

"You can't go Will. We need you here. We can't lose another counselor..."

I gave her a small smile. "I know what I'm doing."

She sighed. I patted her golden hair. "Stay with them. They need me more outside."

And I went off.

A camper rushed to meet me. "Help," he had said.

I told him to calm down and show me where his friend was. I followed him out.

A dracenae hovered over the camper. He was already dead.

Will's throat went dry. Another life he couldn't save.

A hiss was met with the sound of tearing flesh filled his ears. He jumped away as sand rained over him. Travis caught him before he fell.

"Why are you here?!" Travis asked.
"They need you on the right flank!"

I gave a last look at the dead camper and I sprinted to the other side.

"Duck!"

I ducked and rolled to the side. A telkhine exploded to dust just from where I'm standing a while ago.

"Just in time dude!" Connor pulled him up. "You seen my brother??"

Will nodded. "Left flank!"

He murmured his thanks before sprinting to his brother.

Blood and sand. Everywhere he looked was full of it, it stung his lungs.

Will was tending the wounded, the other campers making a small circle of safety for them.
"I need more ambros..."

The earth cracked. Hundreds...no... Thousands of undead filled the battlefield. In the midst of them was Nico di Angelo, in his horror stricken glory. His wicked skull shaped helmet had the enemy lines stumbling on themselves. He brought three deities with him. Persephone. Demeter and Hades himself. The losing spirits of the campers flared again at the sight of godly reinforcements.

This is death. He thought. He never thought of rejoicing to the sight of it.

The kid was a hero.

The scene changed. Will was singing in the camp fire. He watched the son of Hades, hiding in the shadows. His habit of silence was unnerving, causing demigods to jump in fright when he pops out of nowhere.

He definitely is something. Will thought.

Will blinked, staring hard in the shadow, expecting Nico to appear...but he was gone.