HIRAETH

Chapter 7

There will be suicide in this chapter.

trigger warning.

Caleb's POV

It didn't take long for me to get back to camp.

I vapor traveled a little, and it took me a day or so. It was easy to sneak into camp because of the welcoming of the three heroes. Percy actually looked happy. I remembered Posiedon telling me he was proud of me. Nostalgia built up in my chest. I wished I could talk to Posiedon. He helped me. He helped me on that day on Olympus. I smiled sadly.

"Thank you father."

"Caleb?"

I looked back to see Luke.

"You're back!!" Luke said brightly.

I nodded slowly. "Yeah."

He scanned me quickly. "You look tired."

I sighed. "My uncle died." I made up.

"... Oh. Thats why you took so long."

I nodded.

"Go get some rest. It'll be fine to get out of these things."

"Thanks."

I passed through the cheering campers. Percy was burning his shroud. His eyes lit up when he saw me.

"Caleb!"

I smiled and waved.

"Thanks for-"

"Hey hey hey. Don't say anything about it."

"... Why?"

"... I sneaked out of camp so..."

He nodded slowly. "I see."

I smiled and patted his back. "Nice job."

"Thanks."

I stared at him for a split second. I felt like my heart would burst of nostalgia. I so wanted to go back to the time when I was 12, offically claimed by my father, and when things started to go right.

Would things go right for me now?

"You're a lucky guy." I blurted.

He raised an eyebrow. "Why? The fame?"

I shook my head.

"Claiming?"

I sighed. "I wish things would go right for me for once."

"... You know-"

"You can't imagine my life Percy. And the things I know about the world."

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I flopped down on the floor, and unpacked my bags.