It was Long Island Sound, 1960. Two young demigods entered Camp Half-Blood; 12-year-old Brooke Winston and her ten-year-old brother Dallas. Anyway, they spent their summer there, as their mother told them to, and were claimed by Ares. They went back the next summer, then when Dallas was 12 and Brooke was 14, the hunters of Artemis stayed again the camp and Brooke approached her little brother.

"Hey, Dally." She smiled.

"Hi Brooke. What were you doing in the Artemis cabin?"

"Yeah. I wanna talk you you about that." She looked into his eyes. "I'm gonna join the hunt." 

"What?!?!" Tears were forming in Dallas' eyes. "You're leaving?!?!"

"Yeah. But you can Iris message me anytime you get lonely. I love you so much." She kissed him on the forehead and headed back to the Artemis cabin to seal the deal.

Dallas no longer saw any point to return to Camp Half-Blood again. He was a son of Ares. He was a greaser. He was tough. He could handle the monsters. He ran away back to his mother's apartment, which wasn't nearly big enough for two people. But that problem was solved soon enough when his mother died in a horrific car accident the same year. Dallas stayed in the apartment for a couple weeks before deciding he hated staying in a place so haunted by memories. So he left. He generally lived on the streets for the next three years. Then when he was 15 he was running from the cops and he realized where he was; Long Island Sound. Camp Half-Blood was right over the hill. He returned to Camp for only a few minutes because the moment he entered he found a funeral for another child of Ares. He watched closer and found that the deceased was his own sister, killed in battle. 

This time he ran away from New York in general. Away from the pain. Away from the suffering.