(Basically a will solace hurt comfort fic with Kayla and Nico :) ) A clenched fist. Listen to yourself. There's no reason for a death. It was training, not a war. Will took off running. Far into the woods until he was far enough away from main camp. Murderer Will screamed in agony, his voice cracking as he started to sob. Each sob racked his frame. His voice muffled to the rest of camp by the trees. "I tried..." Will sobbed. "I tried so hard..." Or in which Will loses a patient and spirals, earning him a long talk with Kayla and Nico #willsolace #willsolaceneedsahug #kaylaknowles #nicodiangelo # hurt/comfort

You know my name, not my story. You've heard what I've done, not what I've been through. If you were in my shoes, you would fall on the first step. Let me introduce myself I am William Andrew Solace.

There ain't much about will solace on here so I decided to write some. Warning it might get a little said but I will have warnings for that on the chapters. There will obviously be solangelo in here. There will be NO smut but a lot of fluff and angst. I won't be updating much because I also have a yt channel and school so yeah ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Anyways hope you enjoy Btw I don't own any of the characters and I dont own any of the art. The characters are owned by Rick Riordan and the art is owned by the person who did the art (obviously)

"𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐭." Will Solace is kidnapped and held captive by the Lord of Demons. Uncertain that Camp Half-Blood knows where he is, the son of Apollo must call on his strengths and skills to escape-- and keep his sanity from being shattered. This is not a story of Solangelo. This is not a story of love. This is a story of blood, survival, and, most of all, hope.