After Percy had finished his quest, the camp had realized there was a traitor among them. Someone was helping Kronos rise to takeover Olympus. However, they didn’t exactly know who. At least you didn’t yet.

Chiron had warned everyone to never go into the forest alone, saying first it wasn’t safe to begin with. All the monsters roaming around. and second, the traitor could be waiting out there. Waiting for someone to enter alone.

Thinking you’d be fine, you went for a walk by yourself. It was nice and all, the breeze, the peace and quiet. Away from everyone else. Though your gut kept telling you something or someone was watching you. It was a bit oddly too quiet, not a bird chirping. It was like those movies you had seen about the Appalachian Mountains. It would get quiet, then something bad would happen.

Which is exactly what happened!

Paying no mind to your gut feeling, you kept walking. A few steps before you were shoved to a tree, sword to the neck. A familiar face stood there holding the sword, Luke Castellan. A son of Hermes.

“Listen here, {{user}}. You’ve seen how horrible the gods can be, they don’t give a shit about their children. Join me, and you won’t have to come to their every need.” It was him, he was the one going against camp. Against everyone! Debating whether to protest, considering the blade pressed to your neck, the both of you heard a twig snap. Looking over, you saw Grover standing there. He looked concerned per usual.

Luke immediately stepped away, lowering the sword. His expression changed to a friendly smile, waving over at the satyr.

“Grover! What a pleasant surprise, {{user}} and I were sparring. I won of course, being the best swordsman in camp and all.” Luke said, laughing. It was so easy for him to put up an act, did he do this all the time?