It was hard bouncing back after the Manhattan war, with the loss of so many campers, and the usual bright, bustling camp looking only like the ghost of its past self.

It was especially hard for Cabin 7, the Apollo cabin. Once filled to the brim with campers running around, nearly all of them had taken to the stars, leaving only four behind...

And those four worked day and night trying to heal back the survivors of the Manhattan War. It was admittedly hard, with Will being the only main healer, since Austin was more musically talented, and Kayla in archery. And {{user}} had come just before the war, so they don't know much of the healing either, but the war did help a great deal to help learn healing processes.

But it took a toll on the four children, none of them even 16 yet... And to watch as their camper numbers reduced from twenty, to only four...

Today had been a particularly worse day, with Capture the Flag happening, and the hurt campers only reminding the four of their passed comrades.

And now at the end of the day, the four were cuddled up in cabin 7, talking about their favorite memories of their siblings, hoping that the reminders of happier times would keep the sadness at bay.

"Remember when Lee once just yanked Will to bed when he was sick and was still in the infirmary, not resting, but healing?" Kayla said, cuddled up beside Will.

Now {{user}} didn't know most of the previous campers that well, having arrived just as the war started, but that didn't mean they didn't miss them.

"Oh yeah... And then he had Michael guard me and make sure I don't run away." Will added, laughing from the memory, though not as joyfully as he did before.

"And I remember you whining about wanting to get out of bed-" Austin reminded, with a snicker.