[ wrong place, wrong time and he can't decipher that he's been here before, that he's lived through this because these are the nightmares that come back around to haunt him. these are the losses he wishes he could take back. he's staring over the railing, fingers like steel, stepping on a bow that belonged to a faithful fighter. Michael Yew went over the edge and this is why, this is why, children of the Big Three don't live long. this is why rules are enforced, why the gods swore, why the kill their children because they might all be like him, so powerful and so unpredictable.
earth shaker, storm bringer.
this is why Poseidon's been sitting the war out.
the rushing, whipping waters climb higher, turn to black ice as it spirals up the base of the bridge, solidifying the water (his safety net) and swallowing the debris in mid air. he reels back, rushes away from the railing and returns to the heart of the bridge, tears Riptide from where he struck last, where the road collapsed. Kronos is gone, he's missing and in his stead stands an orange flag, torn and scorched and swaying in the wind while his back remains to the other half (still connected) the path with a purple flag.
no choice now, i'm not choosing.
he tries to run, tries to jump while the bridge to Camp Jupiter thins out too, ready to crack. ]
to the north, beyond the gods, lies the legion's crown. falling from ice, the Son of Neptune shall drown—
[ and if you're there with him, if you see the billboard before he does, it's probably time to run. ]
ii. the williamsburg bridge | the 27th | closed to Alayne Stone
earth shaker, storm bringer.
this is why Poseidon's been sitting the war out.
the rushing, whipping waters climb higher, turn to black ice as it spirals up the base of the bridge, solidifying the water (his safety net) and swallowing the debris in mid air. he reels back, rushes away from the railing and returns to the heart of the bridge, tears Riptide from where he struck last, where the road collapsed. Kronos is gone, he's missing and in his stead stands an orange flag, torn and scorched and swaying in the wind while his back remains to the other half (still connected) the path with a purple flag.
no choice now, i'm not choosing.
he tries to run, tries to jump while the bridge to Camp Jupiter thins out too, ready to crack. ]
[ and if you're there with him, if you see the billboard before he does, it's probably time to run. ]