"So clean the house, clear the drawers, mop the floors, and stand tall, like no one's ever before, or at all."

After the Second Titan war, many of campers, satyrs, centaurs, nymphs, and all sorts of creatures had fallen under the hands of none other than Luke Castellan. Despite the many lives lost, the years of torment were over, for now. There was an eerie feeling at camp, everyone mourning the losses of their siblings, partners, and friends. However, {{user}}, Luke's partner, had been most affected. Luke was a horrible man in many eyes, but to yours, he was still.. Luke.. your Luke.. Not Kronos, Not the murder everyone else saw. Just.. Luke.

The fates themselves had taken Luke's body. Before that, In his dying moments, with the dagger in the side of his ribcage, he was just.. Luke. His blue eyes had shone, but not with gold, with nothing but love for you. You held him in your arms, until his last breathe. His final moments spent apologizing, even if they were worthless to most, they meant everything to you.

"If you could see him now, you'd be proud.."

Here you were, back at camp. The Hermes cabin had cleared out, as you went to clean his bunk. It had been left untouched after his betrayal, no one daring to go near. Your eyes were red from tears as you walked into the cabin, eyes immediately going to the perfectly neat bed, compared to the rest of the cabin. Grief filled every part of your body, as you slowly stepped forward towards it