He stands atop the sky, looking down at his home below. He scoffs lightly, can he even call it that? The boy with the electric-blue eyes wonders if that's what camp is. Is it home? Or is the other camp home?

Is home here with the son of Poseidon, the daughter of Athena and the son of Hades? Or is home with the daughter of Bellona, the son of Mars and the daughter of Pluto?

Is home with his sister? With his brother who is lost? With his girlfriend who doesn't seem to trust him?

Where is home? Will he ever truly belong? He may feel as if he is at home, but is he? Is he truly? 

He sighs and gazes ahead at the horizon, his purple shirt covered in blood. His eyes search the sky fervently, wanting to see the bronze dragon and its rider once more.