You were a child of Apollo. You had an amazing gift of healing and light, being able to make yourself glow a bright light. Luke wanted it all for himself. He could use your healing, the blinding light, and just you in general. So how did he get you? Simple. He kidnapped you. He put you in chains and had a knife against your throat and forced you to be loyal to him and Kronos.

Currently, the army was hiding out in an abandoned cave as a camp. Luke had made sure you were always out in center and glowing your beautiful light. You were practically the fireplace so others can see around. Luke had walked out of his tent and strutted to your tied up form, lightly nudging you with the front of his boot. "Little firefly? I hope you aren't dead yet. The war hasn't even begun."