Everyone's Mad!! A Trip to the Battlefield

Sky sat in silence, staring up at the ceiling as Jennifer's sniffles slowly started to fade, filling the room with more silence. The two sat there quietly, neither saying a word nor trying to.

"Aren't you going to ask me anything?" Jennifer finally spoke hesitantly.

"Hm?" Sky attempted to look at her before being hit with a sharp pain and returning his gaze back to the roof.

"About?" He asked.

"Anything, about why I decided to train you? About freaking out over Striker? About not wanting to stay in this house? Don't you have anything you want to ask me?" Her voice broke with each question.

Sky quietly looked up at the ceiling, thinking for a moment. "I am curious-"

"THEN ASK!" She shouted.

"-but if it was something that you wanted to share I'm sure you would, that's the type of person you are… right?" He smiled.

Suddenly, Jennifer got up and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her, aggressively stomping as he made her way down stairs. After a few moments had passed Sky let out a sigh. He continued looking up at the ceiling wondering what he had done to upset so many people in such a short time. He continued staring at the ceiling as a heaviness crept onto his body and onto his eyelids, pulling them down further and further with each breath he took until they had closed and he drifted back into a deep sleep.

***

Jennifer looked at Kronos who was sitting on the coach with his arms crossed and Prometheus who sat opposite him with a glass full of brown liquid, relaxed with one leg over the other.

"What? Did he not want to know about your past?" Prometheus smirked.

Angrily, Jennifer reached into one of her pouches and threw blue powder at Prometheus who combusted it with a simple snap.

"And you?" Prometheus turned to Kronos, "Sad are we that he didn't share everything with good old grandpa?"

Suddenly a scythe appeared, pressed against the neck of Prometheus. He raised his hands in defense, "Point taken." He said carefully, watching the scythe fade into nothingness again.

"So grandpa, how long until we leave this place?" Prometheus asked.

Kronos glared at Prometheus who mouthed sorry. "It'll take at least another three days before Sky is able to move, even then we have no way of returning back since the travel orb was broken." He raised an eye at Prometheus.

"Oh, don't worry about that, I've got travel covered." Prometheus took a sip of his drink.

"Three more days huh? So, how are you two planning on spending them?" Prometheus asked with a smile.

He was met with silence as Kronos got up and left the house, quickly followed by Jennifer. Prometheus threw his hands in the air. "This is why neither of you have friends." He mumbled before quickly finishing the rest of his drink and going into the forge to bother Hephaestus.

***

Porphyrion watched, his head still resting on his knuckles, as his fellow titans cleaned up the mess in the throne room. He watched as Damasen picked up the body of a girl and threw her onto the pile with the rest of the half bloods.

The throne room was in shambles. Bright flames were bursting in the corners as many of the walls had become cracked and full of craters. The ground was in no better shape, covered in blood, bodies and weapons.

Porphyrion let out a sigh as he closed his eyes for a little bit. "Why are you crying brother?" Otis asked as he approached the thrones, sweeping away the weapons while he did so.

"Crying?" Porphyrion looked puzzled. He reached up and touched his left cheek, feeling a tear streaking down it.

He grunted in annoyance, "It's because of the dust you're stirring up!" He retorted before wiping it away and closing his eyes again.

After he had closed his eyes Otis showed him a not so pleasant gesture before returning to sweeping.

***

After three days of doing nothing but sleeping, drinking ambrosia and staring at the ceiling, Sky had grown bored of it. On the fourth day, the aching in his body had all but disappeared but several large wounds still remained. When he had woken from his nap he noticed that no one was in the room, slowly and carefully he pushed himself up, still wincing everytime a sharp pain ran through his ribs. He got out of the bed and put on whatever clothes were in the closet and made his way downstairs. Even the living room was devoid of life.

He looked towards the forge and saw the door closed but the sound of banging still continued. Taking it as a sign that Hephaestus wanted to be left alone he slowly made his way towards the door and out of the house. He smiled as he stepped outside. The town was as busy as ever.

There were dwarves yelling and shouting as they worked on items together at the forge. As he walked down the street Sky could see children imitating their parents, making invisible items then playing with them, as if they were heroes. He continued walking until he was outside of the town and into the forest. He walked until he found the tree where he and Prometheus had the talk about Zephyr and sighed, remembering how that conversation too had ended with Prometheus being mad.

"Just can't seem to please people, now can I?" He murmured as he continued walking.

He vaguely remembered this being the path he had taken when Kronos was chasing him. As if on cue he spotted a hole in the ground from where Kronos had thrown his scythe. He looked around at the trees as he continued walking, taking in the sight of nature and allowing his body to relax. In a few minutes he arrived at the large wasteland of black stones that was once a battlefield.

He faintly remembered where he had passed out and made his way there. He looked around at all the cracks and craters that now invaded the open area as he walked. In the distance, a giant, broken pyramid caught his attention, remembering how quickly Hephaestus had created such a marvel made him realize how weak he was in comparison to a crippled god.

When he arrived at the place where he had fainted he saw that Striker's body was gone. In its place was a giant mound of dirt and rocks with an even larger rock at its head with the word 'Striker' carved into it.

"Well, I'm glad someone did it..." He whispered as he knelt down at the foot of the grave and attempted to put his hands together.

After failing a few times he gave up and just lowered his head for a few moments, wishing Striker well in the afterlife.

"I knew you'd come here!" a panting, high pitched voice spoke behind him.