Amongst the final fight

Lost excerpt from an old story I gave up on, really need to give up on these Greek ideas

Well this is the end, we can’t possible pull this off now after losing the connection with the others. The sound of rocks crashing to earth was deafening, their seemingly slow movement traced through the air with every strike of lightning illuminating the early morning air as we hid among the fallen trees for cover. The only advantage we had was the fact that we possibly had another small group tracking their way around the rear, the fail safe to the plan was to keep them distracted and so far it was working. I looked around at the bloody masses that I use to call friends, we were down in numbers but we couldn’t let this weigh on our minds, not now atleast. “What’s the plan again?” Eric joked to lighten the mood as he fixed the blood stained bandage that had began to slip in front of his left eye, he didn’t seem phased by the fragment of rock lodged slightly to the side of his temple. “Suffer a near fatal wound by not listening to orders has already been covered, how about we focus on the camp?” I spat back trying to regain control of the situation, He just shrugged and pointed down at the gates. “And how do you suppose we get in there? I know you can jump pretty high but that’s a 20ft fence with guards postered on top.” Eric laughed, the flashes illuminating his cracked tooth. “We don’t, we just need their attention for the moment. We don’t make a move until we see the sign or we regroup” I sighed, we couldn’t storm the base with only 4 men. We carefully crawled forward, the shouts of confusion from our enemies somehow came clear over the storm that could possibly stop any minute. That’s what we were waiting for, the silence from the skies being manipulated by the twins in the second group. It still astounds me how they have kept this up for this long now, if only they could stop the strikes from hitting ourselves, I guess friendly fire isn’t an option when it comes to controlling the skies. “Stop,” I heard firmly in my mind, Alice rarely speaks even using her gifts so I knew this was important, “I can see a path, a broken gate by the eastern walls.” A small hand went past my face, the other grasped my shoulder. A vision entered my mind, a bright, wispy trail lingered in the damp, Smokey air. It looked about 500ft off and my mind went dark, I always hated these visions. I watched from another persons perspective as we made our way towards the small opening, a shout was heard as we made our way to a clearing. A brilliant flash lit up the space in front of us, I could have swore the heat was real. I watched myself notch an arrow, not sure if I could even hit a large target at this distance with the winds fighting like this, a bead of sweat made its way down my cheek. Not the kind of sweat from the heat, I could barely feel my fingers at this point but the kind from fierce concentration. I had one shot at this, I thought to myself as I saw myself take aim. The gap was a tiny slit, barely enough to fit my own head through. On top of this, the guard was also wearing a helmet, not that I think my arrow could penetrate a man’s scull from this distance. Knowing myself, I’d be saying a silent prayer at this very moment. Thinking about all the pain and the people we have lost, this arrow had to hit otherwise our cover would well and truely be blown. As I released my arrow, the sky flowed warmly for a split second, a sign that my prayers had been answered as the guard’s neck caught the tip of my arrow. I paused, taking the time to think about the risk factor of this plan. “It’ll work, it has to.” Alice’s quiet voice vibrated through my mind, releasing her grip from my shoulder, I turned to face her. “That’s not the only way this can go and you know it, you were silent for too long. What else did you see?” She looked away confirming my fears that this had to be the only way. A tear glistened on her cheek as she started leading the way down to the clearing, we followed as we discussed what to do once we got there. “Maybe an explosive arrow would be better for this, requires less accuracy you know.” James chimed in, offering his expertise in makeshift weapon crafts. “Too risky, if we give away our location by blowing up a tower...” cutting myself off, not wanting to think of the damage a localised attack could do. As seen in the vision, flames erupted from the space in front of us. The warmth felt good but we couldn’t sit for long, I could already see the guard loading his next bolt. Taking aim, I noticed something I didn’t see in Alice’s vision. There was a better angle for the shot, a few feet ahead was a rock, probably thrown by one of their own. It offered protection and a clear shot, going against the vision isn’t wise but I saw a better outcome so I went for it, bow still drawn I darted out behind the rock. I started my prayers “By the twelve, I pray to Artemis, Goddess of the Hunt, may my arrow stay true to its path. Zeus, the lord of the skies, soothe the winds created in our time of need.” Suddenly, I added a new one “Ares, the God of war, help me take down my enemies.” A different glow took the skies, an almost blood red spilled out from above, filling the air with a metallic, acrid scent that burnt my nostrils. The fletching on my arrows cut deep into my arm as I let go, intense pain radiated up my arm as I watched the arrow miss it’s target. “F**k” I scorned as I hurried to fire another but as the arrow streaked across the sky I saw it, I hadn’t missed at all. The cries from the tower were silenced as my second arrow struck the throat, my eyes widened as I realised were the first arrow hit. The black feathers on my arrows were stained red as another bolt of lightning made the early morning sky shine brighter than midday, slumped in the corner was the corpse of the former guard, one arrow through his neck but the first buried deep in his eye. I regrouped, not telling the others about My first shot or the message now scarred into my forearm. Only three words followed by an initial, “You Owe Me. H” Why had he branded me? Why did he help? I thought as we took cover behind yet another fallen tree. I hadn’t asked for his help but if I make it out of this alive, what favour could he possibly need? Had my mother asked him to help me?