Hazel's POV
Nico is depressed. Zoë is dead. Bianca is dead. Frank hasn't returned. Thalia has been missing and I know she isn't returning. Will isn't talking to anyone. I'm sitting in a tree, looking out for if anyone is coming. Not that it matters. Most of us will be dead in the end. But we should never stop fighting.
Nico is laying down, not moving. His hands are covering his face. He's allowing the rain to pour down his face and to soak through his jacket. He's given up caring about anything. Even me.
No, don't tell yourself that. He's still your brother, he still loves you. Even though his real sister just died. Even though right now he's just laying there. Not moving, not caring. About life. About me.
Where's Frank? That's the burning question. Where is he? Why hasn't he returned? He went foraging yesterday. And he hasn't died since no cannon has been fired. So where is he?
"Hazel, get down!" Will calls up to me.
"Why?" I yell down.
"Just get down here. You'll see."
I carefully climb down the branches of the tree, dodging poking sticks. Will is waiting impatiently at the bottom of the tree.
"What is it?" I ask.
"I don't know where Frank is. We sent him out yesterday and he still hasn't returned. There may be a chance that he's injured, or worse."
Frank, injured. Possibly. No way for us to know. I can't believe that Frank could be hurt. He can take care of himself. Hopefully.
"What else?" I ask Will.
"Nico is, well it's kind of obvious. I think he's going through shock. Maybe depression as well. I don't think he's in any position to fight, if needed." His words are careful when he mentions Nico. Like he's a stranger.
"I don't know what to do with Nico. But I think maybe Frank just got lost." My voice is unsure. I don't believe that Frank got lost. But it's a hope. It's fragile and delicate and most likely not true. But that's what hope is.
"I'm not much of a fighter. So that leaves you," Will says.
"Me? I'm not much a fighter either. Not at all. I can't fight. All I can do is this," I concentrate on summoning metal and half of a dozen tiny rubies appear at my feet. "That won't be that much help in a battle, if it comes to that."
"Well that leaves us with nothing. Nothing to protect us if needed. Zoë, Bianca, and Thalia were our best fighters. And Frank and Nico. But Zoë and Bianca are dead, Thalia and Frank are gone, and Nico, well you can see him. We're left undefended. And I think we both know what the outcome of this will be."
Dead. Deep down, I know. But I have to still hope. That's all we can do. We have to fall and break and become crippled. And in that darkness of despair, we create a fragile lifeline called hope. And we hang on for dear life.
A/N
Remember me? Sorry for not posting in forever. Hope you can forgive me! Please? With blue cookies on top? And I know this chapter was short and crummy. And all about Where's Frank: The Sequel. He needs to stop getting lost. Hopefully there are no nets this time...
I'll try to update soonish. Thanks for sticking around (if you're still here...) and I'll try to update as soon as possible. Bye!!
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