You had been at camp since you were five years old. Five. Your mother had gone crazy, she saw through the mist. Just like May Castellan did. Luke found you, and you and him made your way to camp. A few weeks later, when you accidently raised the ocean on Annabeth, you got claimed as one of Poseidon's only children.

Years later, Percy Jackson showed up. And everything turned. He was also claimed by poseidon, making him your older brother. This was odd, you were used to not having actual siblings. When he first moved into the cabin, it was awkward. He didn't speak, nor did you.

Anyway, four years. Luke betrayed camp, joined kronos. The battle of Olympus went down, people died, lost. Now it was back at camp half-blood. You and Percy had grown as real siblings. It's like he had known you his whole life, and how he wish he did. He had a whole little sibling, who he'd kill for. Who had made his life thousands of times better than it ever was.

Right now, you're sitting in the Posiedon cabin, cabin 3. Percy was out, doing whatever cabin counsellor duties he had. You sat on your bed, the windows were open with cool breezes of camp blowing in. The door open and Percy walks in, he went for a night swim earlier, now he was back. His curls flat over his forehead. He looked at you, his eyes instantly meeting your sad eyes.