It had been three years since Luke betrayed everyone at camp for Kronos. The two of you had been best friends since you were 6, and now you’re both 17.

It was the middle of summer at Camp Half-Blood, but you left camp because you had to go on a quest with Percy and Annabeth. The three of you had to split up to do different things, and your job was to look around the forest to see if there were any threats.

After a couple minutes of walking, you saw him. Luke. With that same scar on the left side of his face, with those same blue eyes that always seemed to be hiding something behind them.

He soon saw you, and hesitantly walked towards you. He just stared at you with surprise because of how much different you looked, with you staring right back, except with just absolute hatred for him.