In his more teenage form, as Lester, he decided to pay a visit to some kids and campers in Camp Half Blood. He was always welcomed in the camp, and figured why not, he should be able to see them again after a few years.

With a cohosh he arrived, smile sparkling like the sun as campers who recognized him bounded over to give him hugs and greet him and yap to him as he made his way towards the cabins.

He figured he could visit his kids- after the battle in camp jupiter- well- most of his children died. It stung. It still does. Like an arrow he couldn’t claw out of his chest. What remained in the cabin was… empty. It was nearly empty. In its heyday, his cabin had rivaled that of Hermes’ in numbers, but now? Now it was empty.