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I stepped closer, our foreheads touching gently. No words. We didn’t need them anymore. The war had ended. And this— This was what was left. Not fireworks. Not spectacle. Just us.

But steady. “Erase what?” he asked quietly. Liam didn’t look surprised to see him. “Everything,” he said. The word echoed. “The war is over,” Liam continued. “Because there won’t be a world left to fight for. They reached the cliff before sunset. None of them spoke on the way there.There was nothing left to say. The sky stretched wide and empty above them, painted in fading gold and ash. The land below scarred, broken, dying felt smaller from this height. Like something already slipping into memory. They stood side by side. Not united, Not whole, but present.

We had won. Not by fighting, but by refusing to break. Milrac pulled back just enough to look at me. His stormy eyes were bright with the same exhausted relief I felt flooding through the bond. “The war is over,” he said quietly. I smiled, tired and real. “No. The old war is over. A new one is just beginning.” He leaned down and kissed me, slow and deep, right there in the empty circle under the watching moon. The bond sang between us, no longer strained, no longer fragile. It felt like a promise sealed in fire and blood.

Somehow I still see the fragments of the war in our contemporary society or do we need to carry guns in a faceoff before we know that the war is still going on. Some blared loud horn, dancing to the tunes of any music their mind urged them to, you wouldn’t know the long epoch of insanity that we had all been through, never know that we had sorrows in our heart over the ones we had lost. We were torn with grief but it was time to reconcile. People ran through the streets “The war is over . Free at last!” they sang. A man came with a loud microphone, he was dressed in affluence, he promised the people of “better conditions” but most of them were not listening others who were filled with fury

It's surreal, a scene straight out of a film. Though it's beautiful, I can't shake the feeling that I don't belong. Mount Olympus is not my home. Apollo's words echo throughout my thoughts, unable to be suppressed. As my eyes mist with tears, I hear the balcony door open quietly behind me. I don't turn, aware of who it is without needing so much as a single backward glance. "Ares." I say after a moment, clearing my throat. "Hecate." He replies, his voice quiet, laced with something akin to regret.

But deep inside… I knew this war was far from over. ******* LMCD22

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“Only three of us.” The war was finally over. The future was bright and open to them.

Julian opened it with shaking hands, and his world collapsed. Dear Mr. Marchetti, I have found the soldier who was with you and Mr. Carter in Normandy. He has given a sworn statement. Mr. Carter did not save your life out of heroism. He knew he was dying of his wounds. He bribed the soldier to shoot at you, then stepped in front of the bullet. He did this so you would owe him a debt, so you would take care of Lydia for the rest of your life. You were a fool to believe them.

“Stand down!” Breath ragged. Eyes wild. Everyone froze. I turned slowly. My voice softened. “The war is over. Let the last of your resentment die here.”