Micah held onto the rails in the shower as he let the hot water spray down his toned body. When he was about 12 years old, he started working out. From all the years of running and fighting, he was extremely well built. His body was riddled with scars, some huge, some smaller. Each one told a story. He had been places that would make other people curl up in the fetal position, done things that would make others sick. He heard Percy's shower turn of.

"Hey man, I'm done. Take your time, and when you're ready, meet me at the Mess Hall." he heard Percy get dressed then the door close with a squeak. Alone again. Micah let out a sigh of relief. Some of the things he had done, he would never tell. After 10 years of running and killing monsters, he was different than even them. When it came time to fight, Micah went primal. He stepped out of the shower, walked over to the mirror, and examined himself. Chocolate brown hair, caramel skin, and sad grey eyes, almost brown. He looked at his chest, touching one of his scars gently. He felt his face, a thin beard he had forgotten was there, masking his true face. He sighed, then looked around. There was a pack of razors in Percy's locker. He grabbed one, and the soap dish on the sink countertop, and began shaving away years of aloneness with each stroke of the razor. He was ready to make friends, to have a home… to have a family.

Percy paced around outside of the mess hall. He and Annabeth decided to give him the tour together.

"Percy, you're pacing." Annabeth said flatly, like she had told him a million times and he still wasn't listening.

"Sorry, I just hope he didn't get lost." As if on cue, in a flash of light and gust of wind, Micah stood in front of them. They heard him before they saw him.

"Hey guys, where's Red?" he asked

"She's with Chiron, the camp director, she'll be.." Annabeth stopped mid sentence, shock and emotion all over her face. They both stared at him, mouths hanging open. Annabeth covered her mouth, trying not to cry. She felt like someone had driven a dagger through her heart, and it was easy to understand why. Once the beard was shaven off, Micha looked identical to Luke Castellan, except for hair, skin, and eye color. His face was exactly the same as even Percy remembered, minus the scar. Micah looked at them confusedly.

"Did… did I do something wrong?" he asked cautiously

"No, no you… you just look alot like an old friend of… ours." Percy answered.

"Oh. What... what happened to him?" Micah asked. Percy looked down sadly.

"He died trying to protect us. He saved us all."

Micah nodded, then carefully put a hand on Annabeth's shoulder. She slowly reached up and put a hand on his cheek, as if feeling for a scar.

"I'm sorry Annabeth, but I'm not him." he said gravely. She looked up at him, and smiled. He even made the same facial expressions as Luke, the ones she had learned to read so well.

"It's fine, he's in a better place now." she said shakily, then shook her head. She looked at Micah, embarrassment all over her face as she removed her hand.

"Sorry… I just…. You look so much like him. If you dyed your hair, I couldn't even tell you apart." She said, still regaining composure. Percy put a hand on her shoulder reassuringly, and she turned and hugged him genuinely.

"Are you going to be ok, Annabeth?" he whispered

"Yeah…yeah I'll be fine." she said, taking a breath to steady herself. She turned and faced him once again. It was going to be hard getting used to seeing that face again. She smiled and wiped away a tear or 2. She then looked between them seriously.

"This.never. happened." the 2 boys looked at each other, eyes wide

"What never happened?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." they said at the same time. Rachel ran up the hill, breathless.

"Guys, Chiron needs you now! The scroll just started glowing. Take a guess what color."

"Purple." they all said in harmony. They took off down the hill, Micah staying with them until they reached the Big House. The few campers who were there were all just as shocked as Percy and Annabeth were. Luke was back? Not having the time or energy to explain quite yet, they all burst into the Big House. Chirons eyes landed on Micha first.

"Oh my…" Chiron said in shock. Micah stuck his hand out.

"Yeah, I've been gettin that a lot lately. Apparently I'm literally a new man when I shave. Micah Lyte." Chiron took his hand, eyes even larger.

"Light?" he said surprisingly.

"L-y-t-e, but… yeah I think I'm your guy." Chiron placed the scroll on the table. He tried to unroll it, but it seemed almost cemented shut.

He handed it to Micah.

"Let's find out, shall we?" Micah took the scroll, and slowly unrolled it.

A darkness grows down deep below,

An evil Olympus hoped never know

10 warriors guided by the light,

Shall together stand and fight

Primordial Evil they must weather

Their only hope is fight together.

They all sat in silence for a moment.

"So… I'm leading a team of 10?" Micah asked worriedly. He had been alone for years and now they suddenly expect him to lead a whole TEAM?!? Percy sat down, thinking.

"I just wish there was more about the 10. That's the biggest group we've ever had on a quest." he commented. Rachel suddenly stood up.

"I almost forgot!" she yelled as she took off towards the cave. She stopped and turned

"Well? You guys comin or what?" she yelled. Percy shrugged, and together they ran to Rachel's cave. When they got there, she pulled the scroll off of her desk.

"I wrote this on accident before we left. I was trying to draw and… well here." she stuck it out to Micah. He smiled warmly, which sent a shiver down Percy's spine.

'Whoa. He couldn't look any more like Luke if he tried.' Percy thought.

"You read it, Red. It's yours after all." Micah said. Rachel nodded, and slowly and shakily began opening the scroll