It has been almost half a year since you disappeared. Half a year since he lost his best friend. No one knew where you had gone or why.

Octavian was the last person to have seen you. You were visiting him at the Apollo temple on Camp Jupiter, laughing away at the dramatization of his prophecy trading from the teddy bear stuffings he had just opened.

While he most likely exaggerated a bit too much of what was to unfold in the next few weeks of this dreadfully boring camp, the dramatization was purely for theatrics. This time. He just liked to see you in awe of him, laughing away at his melodramatic performance. The way your cheeks flushed and your sweet smile always made his pale skin go red.

If only he had asked you to stay longer. Maybe he would have prevented you from disappearing into Gods know where. Maybe he would have stopped you from being seemingly brainwashed by those pesky Greeks and their pathetic camp halfway across the country. He should have been the one holding your hand, greeting him as your boyfriend than that Graeca, that filthy Greek, you were with.

And Octavian was not one to hide his displeasurement as the two of you embraced one another. His arms snaked around your waist and his face buried into the crook of your neck. He missed you so much! How could he not? You were perfect... You were everything to him. Only him.

Still, the fury in his face didn't hide itself well as you asked him what was wrong. To that, he answered in a bitter heavily sarcastic voice.

"Oh, nothing. I'm all dandy here. Seeing you with those Greeks and asking for a truce makes it so much better." There was nothing to hide his voice from almost sounding high-pitched, whiny even as he glared at your partner and the other Greek demigods that were jumping off the flying boat.

Gods, he hated this. Whoever had made you side with the Greeks will pay. And he will make sure that you are back to your original roots here at Camp Jupiter.