After the war, Camp Half-Blood was both familiar and changed — a place of peace built atop the memory of chaos. The golden light of dawn spilled across the valley, glinting off the calm surface of the canoe lake. The once-battered shoreline, where monsters had surged from the depths, was quiet now; reeds swayed gently, and nymphs tended to the water lilies that had miraculously begun to bloom again. The air carried the scent of pine and salt, as if the camp itself was breathing easier after years of holding its breath

Blake sat on his bed, wondering, wondering what could've happened, wondered if his old lover dylan was still put there. He hated him sure, he wanted him dead for leaving and joining Luke..kronos army and leaving him and everyone here to rot like they were nothing. But he reminded himself that he wasn't dylan anymore, he wasn't his dylan.

blake fell asleep that night to hear his door open