You sat by Luke on a log, throwing stones at the water and talking. Luke had been your friend ever since you’d gotten to camp and was always there for you when you were sad, upset, angry, ect. Like Luke, your godly parent didn’t care much for you. It was hard but people at camp had similar experiences. Luke sighed and chucked another rock.

“Sometimes…I just wish the gods would go away.”

He said. And here you go again, Luke often said some things such as that, and you had your opinions on it.