Post by ~Emmy~ on Nov 18, 2011 21:58:05 GMT -5
Emmaline Roberts, daughter of Pluto, didn't care.
She was sick of it all. S-I-C-K. Every single day, she'd wake up, terrified that Gaea would attack that day. Why Gaea kept prolonging this battle, Emmy had no freaking idea. But by Jupiter's beard, did that earth goddess know how to keep demigods in suspense. Just by stretching the days until either the gods fell or Gaea fell, she was making every demigod tense, every demigod closer to snapping.
And when a demigods snaps? Not pretty.
By now it was a daily routine-wake up, eat breakfast, border patrol, practice fighting, lunch, take a walk somewhere, practice fighting, dinner, border patrol, bed. The same routine, every. single. freaking. day.
Over time, Emmy grew weary. They weren't able to recruit anymore demigods, not surprisingly, the gods, greek and roman, were wrapped up in their own little worlds, setting defenses up on Olympus, worrying over the number of monsters rising from tartarus, arguing with each other...
Emmy was barely aware of what she was doing, hacking and slicing through dummy after dummy, all she saw was bloody visions, memories of past battles. Watching her friends, some of her best friends from the roman camp, fall beside her, never to get up again, never to smile or laugh with their friends...never again.
By now, Emmy had begun to accept the sad truth-they were going to lose. Gaea's army grew and grew, whereas the camps' warriors continually dwindled down...
Her expression hardened, and Emmy was faintly aware of her stygian iron sword slicing a dummy clean in half, but not much beyond that.
Number of demigods left? About sixty, greek and roman. Number of demigods ready to fight? Fifty at most. Number of demigods Emmy were sure were not spies for Gaea? Thirty. And how many demigods, monsters, and so on were in Gaea's army, minus spies? At least a couple hundred. Border patrols exhausted demigods, seeing as the number of monsters that seemed to enjoy showing up at the worst times-when half the camp was still recovering, while people were distracted, and so on.
They were losing. People had to accept the bitter truth...but no matter how hopeless the situation was, Emmy just pushed harder. Sooner or later, she'd exhaust her quotia of energy, and be the one that died. And she knew that day could be any day around the bed. Though she was a daughter of the roman god of the dead...she didn't think she'd like dying. She wanted to fight. She wanted to protect her friends, she wanted to win.
You don't always get what you want, though. You just have to believe in hope. Because sometimes...that's all that there is.
Emmy snapped back to her senses, looking around. She'd demolished every single training dummy in the arena, some multilated so that they looked like piles of disembowled scarecrows. A couple people in the arena were slowly backing away from Emmy, towards the exit. She frowned. Huh. That was...strange. She looked around and shrugged, sinking back into her thoughts.
They were probably going to lose. They were most definitely going to lose...but Emmy sure as hell wasn't going down with one heck of a fight.
She was sick of it all. S-I-C-K. Every single day, she'd wake up, terrified that Gaea would attack that day. Why Gaea kept prolonging this battle, Emmy had no freaking idea. But by Jupiter's beard, did that earth goddess know how to keep demigods in suspense. Just by stretching the days until either the gods fell or Gaea fell, she was making every demigod tense, every demigod closer to snapping.
And when a demigods snaps? Not pretty.
By now it was a daily routine-wake up, eat breakfast, border patrol, practice fighting, lunch, take a walk somewhere, practice fighting, dinner, border patrol, bed. The same routine, every. single. freaking. day.
Over time, Emmy grew weary. They weren't able to recruit anymore demigods, not surprisingly, the gods, greek and roman, were wrapped up in their own little worlds, setting defenses up on Olympus, worrying over the number of monsters rising from tartarus, arguing with each other...
Emmy was barely aware of what she was doing, hacking and slicing through dummy after dummy, all she saw was bloody visions, memories of past battles. Watching her friends, some of her best friends from the roman camp, fall beside her, never to get up again, never to smile or laugh with their friends...never again.
By now, Emmy had begun to accept the sad truth-they were going to lose. Gaea's army grew and grew, whereas the camps' warriors continually dwindled down...
Her expression hardened, and Emmy was faintly aware of her stygian iron sword slicing a dummy clean in half, but not much beyond that.
Number of demigods left? About sixty, greek and roman. Number of demigods ready to fight? Fifty at most. Number of demigods Emmy were sure were not spies for Gaea? Thirty. And how many demigods, monsters, and so on were in Gaea's army, minus spies? At least a couple hundred. Border patrols exhausted demigods, seeing as the number of monsters that seemed to enjoy showing up at the worst times-when half the camp was still recovering, while people were distracted, and so on.
They were losing. People had to accept the bitter truth...but no matter how hopeless the situation was, Emmy just pushed harder. Sooner or later, she'd exhaust her quotia of energy, and be the one that died. And she knew that day could be any day around the bed. Though she was a daughter of the roman god of the dead...she didn't think she'd like dying. She wanted to fight. She wanted to protect her friends, she wanted to win.
You don't always get what you want, though. You just have to believe in hope. Because sometimes...that's all that there is.
Emmy snapped back to her senses, looking around. She'd demolished every single training dummy in the arena, some multilated so that they looked like piles of disembowled scarecrows. A couple people in the arena were slowly backing away from Emmy, towards the exit. She frowned. Huh. That was...strange. She looked around and shrugged, sinking back into her thoughts.
They were probably going to lose. They were most definitely going to lose...but Emmy sure as hell wasn't going down with one heck of a fight.
