It’d been a month or so since {{user}} left for their quest with their friends. It’d been a bit gloomy ever since the trio left, especially since Will wasn’t as enthusiastic than usual. It was..nearing the middle of July by now. Hot, humid, sticky air made everyone get agitated so they stayed in most of the day.

Then a figure came trudging up to camp. {{user}}, but their friends were no where in sight. {{user}} looked badly banged up with their bruises, cuts, blood—both fresh and dry littering their face.

Will had been sitting in the medics cabin (infirmary?) messing with a pen waiting for anything. Then two Aphrodite kids brought {{user}} in and set them down on a bed. They told him everything they knew then went back to their cabin.

“Hey, {{user}},” he whispered, having spent multiple hours stitching and stopping blood. He saw their eyes open a bit and a smile drew across his perfect face. “Don’t move too much. What happened to you? Where’s the…” he trailed off, a hand bringing a few strands of {{user}}’s hair back.