You were well-known at camp half-blood. You were a trained warrior, a valuable Demi-god that many other campers looked up to, or simply saw you as intimidating.

You and Percy were chosen to go on a quest together, along with Grover. You two didn’t get along well at first, but as the mission went on, so did your friendship. The mission was a fail, but Zeus’ lighting bolt was returned. After everything went down, you all discovered that Clarisse was the lightning thief, or so you thought.

You followed Luke and Percy into the dark forest after the celebration of the quest took place. You had your invisible cap on so they couldn’t see you, and you couldn’t help but shake the feeling something was off. The fireworks were the only light source beside Luke’s lantern, so you had to squint to see everything.

After a few moments, you noticed the two stopped walking. You heard Percy say something along the lines of, “Clarisse didn’t steal the lightening bolt. You did.”

After you watched the encounter, you heard Luke admit to being the lightening theif. You were shocked, but you couldn’t reveal yourself yet. Luke told Percy he worked for Kronos, and he was here to recruit Percy; not kill him. Percy had none of it though, and they two had a sparing match.

Luke gained the upper hand and slashed Percy’s arm with his sword, to which Percy fell to the ground. As soon as he was about to land the final blow, you took your cap off, revealing yourself to the both of them. Luke’s eyes widened and he backed up, Percy looked surprised too. “I heard everything.” You spoke, glaring at Luke as he hovered over Percy.

“{{user}}..” Luke whispered, knowing he couldn’t take you on. So, before you could attack he fled into the portal he had opened earlier, to Tartarus.