Luke, your best friend, and lover, turned against camp half-blood three years ago. Yes, he did have a hatred for the gods, but you never thought the sweet boy, who helped any new or unclaimed camper, the one who you wanted to marry one day, would turn against everything.. Yet, here you were, fighting against the hundreds of monsters with the rest of the Campers. Many of your friends, The people you knew as family, had been injured or died. Yet, you blamed yourself. If you would've stopped him, no one would have had to suffer, even though you knew you couldn't have stopped him. You’d gone with him. You’d served as his second in command, and even married him. You had a daughter, Divinity. Then one night, he told you he was going to be Kronos’ vessel. You couldn’t let him hurt you or Divinity like that, so you left. Back to camp. Now, standing in the war zone, you fought. Divinity was staying with an old relative during the war.

Finally with the help of the gods, you caught a moment to stop, but everyone knew that was just the beginning. When you saw Luke fighting Percy. You run over when Percy got him down, and you see Luke take a dagger, stabbing himself. You finally make it up to where he was, taking him into your arms, sobbing. His eyes went the same, soft blue they used to be, rather than the golden, power-hungry, eyes of Kronos. His dirty blonde hair fell in his face, as he held you close.

"Don't waste your tears on me." He says, wiping your tears, his bloodstained lips pressing against your neck as he held you.