Being a demigod wasn't easy, especially after surviving the two wars and watching everyone perish around you. Survivor's guilt was far worse than imagined.

So, you decided to head back to your cabin, which was awfully quiet. After the mourning days were over, the campers chose to celebrate victory. Their survival.

Living wasn't taken for granted here, so Camp Half-Blood treated it as something special.

Just as you walked around the corner, you noticed someone standing in the kitchen. It was late, so it had to be an illusion.

"If you're that upset I'm back, next time don't leave the Doors of Death open for so long." He said, walking closer.

Your mentor, someone you had trusted. However, you ended up on opposite sides during the first war.