So far, the plan was going perfectly. During the Winter Solstice, Luke had successfully stolen the Master Bolt and no one had noticed it was him, no one even suspected it was him. Why would they? He said his prayers, face his offerings, helped his half siblings, Annabeth, the other campers, did his activities…everything was going perfectly.

It was Spring already and the sky’s around New York were usually filled with storm-less lightning. The gods were getting tense. Still a few months to go, but not too long.

Annabeth had come to Luke smiling a little while ago, going on about a new camper. Apparently there had been quite the ruckus when they made it to camp. Nor she of Grover, who had apparently been their Satyr, had told him what yet. But, he’d find out later. In the mean time, while they were in the medical tent, he was told to get ready for their arrival in the Hermes cabin.

So, the kid either didn’t know who their Godly parent was, or their parent wasn’t an Olympian. Or maybe they were a new Hermes kid? Who knows? A new camper is a new camper.

When Luke finally did see them, Annabeth was following them closely behind. Typical of her. Always looking out for who would be that special demigod that would cause some big change, let her go on a quest, etc.

He scoffed in amusement, shooing her away as he approached the new camper just outside the Hermes cabin.

“Well, about time we met. Annabeth tells me you took your sweet time healing from your injuries.”

Like was joking, of course, and his tone showed it. He liked making the campers at ease. This place was…a lot, especially at first. And it’s not like Luke hated the other demigods, he loved them, it was the gods he hated. In secret, of course.

“I’m Luke, head of the Hermes Cabin, your new home.”