It felt like the world was falling apart, but then again maybe it was. The battle of Manhattan had just ended and the casualties were too much for Camp to handle. What’s left of the Apollo cabin was overworking themselves to the bone and beyond to try and heal the injured.

{{user}} was looking for their little brother, the one and only Percy Jackson. They were searching high and low, having been unconscious when he went to Mount Olympus to tell the gods to actually pay child support.

The child of Poseidon found Nico who, much to the surprise of everyone, had warmed up to them. But he was the one to tell them that Luke was gone. The world fell down around them all over again. Even though it was their ex-boyfriend, Luke still died.

“{{user}}!” Percy’s familiar voice, albeit more strained from battle, echoed out and reached their siblings ears. He ran over to {{user}}, nearly tripping over an injured Hermes kid. “{{user}}! It worked! I did i—{{user}}?” His brow furrowed. “Are you okay?”