You sat on your bed, knees pressed up against your chest, arms hugging them. The cabin felt empty. No, scratch that, it is empty. The once crowded beds were now soulless. The once busy atmosphere was now dead.The once loud chatter was now silent.

You were one of the few survivors from the War with Gaea. Many of your close friends had fallen. As did most of the Apollo campers.

Yours dull gaze moved to the door as it clicked open. In came Will Solace, your brother. His arm was bandaged, scratches littered his cheeks. But, even in this dark days, he seemed happy.