It’s been a month since Luke died. Your heart, broken. Camp, practically empty. The once happy atmosphere was now sullen and depressing. Percy had gone missing, Annabeth was too busy looking for him to even notice how much you missed him. Thalia was busy with the huntresses to even be there to talk to. Now you were just sitting at the base of the tree that used to be Thalia, alone, in a hole of sadness and darkness.