Prologue:

Twenty two years old, completely crazy, and not able to shake the feeling that without Castor he was half dead, Pollux took the step into camp half blood for the first time since he'd graduated College, just a month earlier.

He'd been so busy. Unpacking things in his apartment, working on his book, hanging out with the few friends he had in his outside world...

Pollux, besides having survived so long in the demigod world, was also known for the fact that he didn't have dyslexia. Oh, he had other powers besides that. He could cure madness, excepting his own, with a finger snap, and cause it FAR easier, and the strawberry plants went wild when he was around. Sometimes, on good days, he could summon a grape crush, the only thing his dad would let him drink with grapes in it. Then there were the senses. A throbbing pain in his head whenever someone hurt a vine plant, or talked badly about Castor.

In his jeans pocket was a sword. He was pretty good with it, but no one took him seriously as a son of Dionysus. Their problem.

Almost immediately he ran into Percy. Percy was two years younger than him and had an arm around Annabeth, but he ran up to him.

"Hey Pollux." He said. Percy had been nice to him since Castor died, everyone had. But it was all fake. They were just afraid that he'd make them go mad. He was tempted to do so, but shook off that feeling.

Still, he couldn't resist making Percy trip on a stray strawberry plant. Oops.

A pounding in his head.

"Go away..." He cried. Bad dreams, per usual. Every time he entered his cabin. ALWAYS the same. Not fair. No one had ever removed the bunk that had been his and Castor's. He had an urge to sit on the top bunk, where Castor always slept.

There had to be a better way to remember him...

The Nostalgia would KILL him...

Not fair.

Never fair.

But he was crazy, mad, insane, and sometimes, half dead. Like. Now.