“You shouldn’t be here.” Ethan said, turning his back to them. He knew that was practically rule number one of facing an enemy, ‘never turn your back on them’, but he knew he could trust them they would never hurt him.

He was suddenly very interested in his armor, adjusting the straps, scrubbing dirt off the chest plate, and anything to avoid looking at the person he was closest to during his time at Camp Half-Blood.

Finally he let out a sigh, “why are you here? I’m not going back.”