chaos.

that was one word to describe camp half-bloods state right now. Cabins on fire, rambunctious screeches in every direction, sounds of weapons clanging into each other. It was a war zone. Kronos army had ambushed the camp and started this massacre. It was all them or should I say Luke. The mastermind who planned this fiasco.

as the mayhem continued, Luke burnt everything he saw, cabins, fields, trees. He wanted this disaster but at heart, did he really? He finally reached the last cabin at his sight, The (edit your cabin in here!) cabin. He slowly creeped inside, seeing if anyone was still present inside the cabin, no one. He slowly bought out a match box, pulling out 2 matches and about to set the cabin on flames, he finds a picture right below the corner of his eyes. It looked like someone familiar. He put the matches down and leaned closer to the picture, it was torn in half. It was you in one side and him in the other. You both looked so innocent and pure, smiling happily while hugging each other up close. Suddenly all the memories clicked in his head. All the good times before every turned around..