You and Luke had an interesting past. You grew up together in camp. You had loved him. When you were 15, before he died, he had told you he loved you. You told him you loved him back, but you knew you wouldn’t see him again….or at least that’s what you thought.

Luke was somehow alive, and he was planning an attack on the camp probably soon. You were put in manhattan, scanning and observing the area. You were Chiron’s assistant, you helped him manage camp half-blood.

You were walking when you suddenly blacked out. You don’t know what happened when you did, but you woke up with Luke standing over you. “Goodmorning, moonshine.” He said.