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Connor's POV

I couldn't sleep. I was tired; exhausted even, but sleeping seemed nearly impossible. I rested my chin on my fists and stared up at the stars. Orion. Hercules. All the greatest heroes and Greek legends suspended in the sky. I wondered if somewhere, Travis and Katie were looking at the same constellations.

Gods, I was so worried about them. Katie was like the sister I never had. And Travis was my only real sibling. We were practically twins, even though Travis was a year older. He was my other half, and Katie was the glue that held us together.

I felt a headache coming on. I raked my hands through my hair, closed my eyes, and tried to give sleeping a second chance. Nope. No sleep for Connor. I groaned and looked around at my friends, all sleeping peacefully on the sand. We would have slept in the hut, but after a long day of hard work, we just kind of passed out on the beach. I flicked Nico's nose and he snorted. I smiled. Nico was a good kid. We'd grown pretty close the past few days, and I was glad to have him.

Since I had nothing better to do, I decided to take a walk. I tiptoed past Clarisse and Chris and made my way down the moonlit beach. The sand squished between my toes with every step. I breathed in the sweet, salty air, and for a moment, it seemed like everything would be okay. My foot brushed against something sharp and smooth. I knelt and pulled a pale pink seashell out from under the wet sand. I brushed it off and turned it over in my palm.

It reminded me of a game Katie, Travis and I used to play at camp when we were little. Travis would line up three shells and place a pebble under one of them. Then he would shuffle them around and have Katie and I guess which one had the pebble underneath. I could never focus long enough to figure it out, but Katie was great at it. When Travis was done moving them around, Katie would grin and eagerly point out the correct shell, proclaiming, "That one!"

Travis would reluctantly lift the shell, revealing the pebble beneath. Then he'd rest his cheek on his fist and frown at her. "Katie, why are you so smart?" She'd laugh, and we'd do it over and over again, Katie winning every time.

I smiled at the warm memory and rubbed my thumb over the shell's smooth surface. I snapped back to reality when a distant voice called out my name.

"Connor!"

The shell dropped from my fingers and landed with a soft plink on the sand. I ran towards him as fast as my legs would carry me.

"Travis!"

He laughed in joy and disbelief. "Connor! You're alive!" He ruffled my hair and grinned, hugging me tightly. "Gods, I missed you."

I pulled away and peered behind him. He was carrying something on his back...

"Katie!" I gasped in relief. I pulled her limp body from Travis's back and held her. Tears of joy ran down my cheeks. I didn't even try to stop them. But Travis wasn't crying. Of course he wouldn't. He had to be strong for Katie, for me.

"Connor?" Katie whispered sleepily.

"Yeah Katie." My voice cracked, "It's me."

She wrapped her arms tightly around my neck and cried softly. I looked up at Travis. "I missed you guys."

He smiled warmly. "We missed you too."

"Clarisse, Chris, Nico and I have a camp about a mile down the beach. We should get going."

He nodded. "I can take her." I gladly handed Katie over to him. She was starting to get heavy.

We began walking back to camp. Travis told me about how Katie had found him, and the manticore attack, and how he'd been walking for hours trying to find us. I warned him of what a bad mood Clarisse had been in lately. We discussed possible pranks to get her spirits up. It was just like old times. The Stoll brothers-together again.