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Luke opened his eyes and the first thing he saw a pine tree. It was long and it looked new. Thalia.
He scanned the area. Camp Half-Blood. By the looks of it, it seemed to be in the middle of November. Five months after Thalia got turned into a tree, he and Annabeth joined Camp Half-Blood, and Grover got blamed for something that wasn't his fault.
Luke heard some demigods talking nearby, and ran before they could spot him. "Hey, who's that?" One of them said. Luke hid behind one of the spikey bushes. The thorns didn't hurt him, he was dead, after all. Alive but dead. Very confusing. Luke looked over his shoulder. A familiar satyr was kneeling beside a tree eating cans. He seemed to be crying. And muttering. But, mostly crying. Luke walked toward the satyr and instantly knew who he was.
Grover.
The satyr who saved Annabeth and Luke. The satyr who would later be the Lord of the Wild.
The satyr who was blamed for Thalia's death.
Luke walked toward him. What would Luke from this time be doing right now? Swordfighting? Eatin? Stealing? He didn't know. It was such a long, long time ago. Luke waved his hand. He tapped the satyr's shoulder.
Grover jumped. He wasn't expecting anyone. He didn't like anyone seeing him cry. "Luke...what...what are you doing here? You're supposed to be at camp!"
I'm not the Luke you know, he wanted to say. But he only had one sentence, and he wasn't going to waste it. He walked over and gave him a smile. He hadn't smiled a real smile in a while. He sat beside him.
"It's not fair," Grover said. "I just wanted to save you and Annabeth. Everyone is important, no matter whose parentage." Luke nodded. He wanted to say he was sorry. That it wasn't his fault. Maybe he could.
"Never...never blame yourself, because you're going to be an amazing satyr one day." Luke smiled. That was all he needed to say. Grover was going to be an amazing satyr. The Satyr who found Pan. The satyr who changed the world. The Lord of the Wild. Grover blinked.
"How can I ever be a good satyr? I'm a failure! I've lost Thalia, and I'll probably never find Pan!" Luke shook his head. When he tried to open his mouth to speak, no words came out. It was like he was mute. Luke then realized it was time to go. He said to Grover what had to be said. Hopefully Grover would understand what he meant.
Luke patted his shoulder one more time. This would be the last time he would see Grover again. Maybe, if he tried for rebirth, he would. But not like this. Not while he was Luke Castellan.
Luke got up and walked away from where Grover was standing. He took one last look at Grover before turning into dust, traveling to his next destination. Little did he know that the words he said made a huge impact on Grover.
It gave Grover hope. Hope that one day, his failures would be gone, and that his success would be remembered forever. Hope that he would have a happy ending, that he would find Pan and that he would be respected by all. It made him more confident in himself, more brave. It made him push himself to success. It gave him hope that his hard work would pay off. That all his dreams would come true.
And you know what? They did.
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