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THIS IS THE STORY OF HOW HE DIED, but don't worry, it's actually a really fun story and the thing is, it's not even his.
It all starts with Oliver, a demigod, son of Poseidon, the last child of one of the Big Three still standing if we consider the fact that Hades didn't have children and that Zeus turned his only daughter into a pine tree.
Despite hating being a demigod, he loved Camp Half-Blood. It was his safe place. The place where he could be himself without feeling weird or out of place. The camp felt like his home. The only times he left Camp were when he and Isabelle went to spend a whole day with Rose without having to deal with monsters.
Ah yes! Another person he cared about deeply: Rose. She was his adoptive mother, the woman who always took care of him since he was a baby. The woman he remembered having around during his childhood. She wasn't his real mother, but now it was just like she was. She taught him everything. Everything he knew was taught by her.
Then there's Isabelle, his 'sister'. They loved each other, really, they just argued a little too much for the smallest things. Like when they were four, when Oliver 'accidentally' pushed her into a river. She keeps reminding him about that day, saying that she almost drowned. Well, to be honest, that was an exaggeration. It was more like-she stole the last cookie during the picnic and he didn't even touch her. The water pulled her in, and at that time, he didn't know why, he couldn't control the things he did. Now, even if Oliver wouldn't admit it, he saw her like his real sister. The sibling he never had.
And then there's Cooper. What to say about Cooper? Cooper is just...Cooper. A son of Aphrodite, big ego, heartbreaker, anger issues, and things like that. And he was also Clarisse La Rue's ex. Yep, Coop came out alive of a relationship with the Clarisse La Rue. In Oliver's opinion, the daughter of the war wanted to choke his best friend to death, but that could be just his opinion. And that was Oliver's best friend, his older brother figure.
But the son of Poseidon didn't exactly look up to him, Cooper would always get in trouble for fights. He did, in a sorta way, but he looked up to Luke more. Son of Hermes, best swordsman at camp, kind to everyone, and most important, he took care of Oliver when he was in the Hermes cabin.
Well, basically Luke taught Oliver the basics of how to fight with a sword, while Cooper taught him the basics of how to charmspeak. Spoiler alert: It never worked, the only thing Oliver could do to avoid Annabeth's scowl was try to give puppy dog eyes. That never worked either.
Another person he could talk about for hours: Annabeth. Daughter of Athena, smartest girl in Camp (in his opinion), Isabelle's best friend, very, very strategic, always six steps ahead of everyone. And to him she was like...a sister. Yeah, definitely a sister. Stolen glances, him thinking about her 24/7, noticing little things about her...Yup, definitely a sister. Everyone realised Oliver liked her, except him (and Annabeth) of course. Cooper would always tease him everytime he caught the son of Poseidon staring. Oliver didn't realise exactly why his best friend would always tease him. It was just an innocent stare, an innocent stare that would always make appear a soft, small smile on his lips.
