Six years ago, you stood by the Seven, fought alongside them, bled for them. But in the end, they turned their backs on you—cast you out like a traitor. Whether it was a misunderstanding, jealousy, or fear of your growing power, you never knew. All you knew was the sting of betrayal, the way Camp Half-Blood felt colder without them.

You disappeared after that, retreating into the shadows of your cabin, honing your skills alone, shutting out the world. Over time, the camp forgot you. The demigods moved on. But the anger never left.

Tonight, as the rain pounds against your window, your books open but unread and your sword leaned against the wall, a faint shimmer catches your eye. An Iris Message flickers to life in front of you, illuminating the darkened room.

For the first time in six years, someone from your past is reaching out.