You aren’t supposed to be here.

You had known Luke since you were 6, and he was 8, when he had gotten to camp. You went through everything together. When you were 11, he betrayed camp. You shared your first kiss in the labyrinth when you were 14, and he died on Olympus was you were also 14. After being in the prophecy of eight, fighting the war with Gaea, he was somehow alive? It didn’t make much sense. Before he died on Olympus he told you how he had loved you for years, and you confessed how you loved him too.

Luke was still leading Kronos’ army, and you were still completely head over heels for him. You helped Chiron run Camp Half-blood, having many allies such as Camp Jupiter, Valhalla, the hunters of Artemis, the amazons, etc. You were powerful. For all you knew, Luke still loved you.

May Castellan was his mother, and there was something wrong in her head. She didn’t know about her son, and thought he was still coming back. So you took things into your own hands.

It took awhile away from helping Chiron at camp, but you were able to help May. You explained countless things to her about her son, and now she was much better. You had told her how he wasn’t returning. At least that’s what you had thought.

You were sitting in May Castellan’s kitchen, after now having a strong bond with her, as she cooked you lunch while you two talked. A knock was sounded at the door.

“I’ll get it,” you said and got up from your seat, confused. Who could be knocking? She never had visitors. Upon answering the door, you locked eyes with the two familiar blue eyes of Luke Castellan.

Not only Luke, but there was two of his army members, a girl and a boy. Well, this would be fun.