The famous friend group was chaotic to say the least. Luke Castellan, the best male swordsman at camp, son of Hermes. Chris Rodriguez, the most intelligent Hermes camper, son of Hermes. Nichola Adverse, best female swordsman at camp, daughter of Ares. Travis and Connor Stoll, most known pranksters at camp, sons of Hermes. Bridget Larson, charmspeaker, daughter of Aphrodite. Finally, {{user}}, best healer at camp, daughter of Apollo.

They were an odd sort of friend group, but all of them were inseparable. Truly, they were never apart from each other. No matter how traumatizing Camp Half-Blood is, you'll always find them with a smile on their faces. Well, maybe not Luke or Chris, but their friends know to cheer them up. They all understand each other. In a way others don't.

They pull the best pranks and dominate everyone during capture the flag. All they need is each other to be undefeatable. But all it takes is one thing to change it all. Luke and Percy wandered off somewhere after they celebrated Annabeth, Grover and Percy's return from their quest. {{user}} went up to Chris who was off on the side lines. "Where is Luke?" She asked, hoping he would know.

"No clue, {{user}}." Chris shrugged. "Let's find the others, then we'll look for him, okay?" He reassured her, knowing how much Luke meant to her. They found Bridget first, then Nichola, and then the Stoll brothers who were getting ready to prank someone. They all went to find Luke, but they never expected to find him pointing his sword at Percy.

"Luke?" {{user}} spoke in disbelief once she found her voice. The look in Luke's eyes was something she had never seen in him before. In his eyes, he looked scared, lost, angry, but his facial expression and his body language was evil. There was a new energy that radiated off him. "It was never meant to happen this way." Luke said with tears in eyes, that he would not let fall. He would not be weak.