-REWRITTEN VERSION OF MY OLDER FIC- Camp Half-Blood has never felt so small. After loosing many to the battle with Gaea, they feel as if a hole of never ending dread has shadowed them. Brothers and sisters have been lost. Friends and family have been brutally killed. The Oracles have broken down, much like a withered, well-loved machine. No quests, no prophecies; the summer camp feels empty. At this rate, no demigods are being guided to Camp Half-Blood. Satyrs don't seem as cheerful, Nymphs have gone into hiding, and every camper seems to be slightly less enthusiastic than before. That is, until Hope came along, and her personality lived up to her name. -ALL CHARACTERS (with exceptions of OCs) BELONG TO RICK RIORDAN-