Declan, with only a bag on his back, stepped through the borders to Camp Halfblood, something he’s done many times before. He looked around at how much it had changed while he was gone. A part of him knew he was ready for this, but another part of him felt his heart catch in his throat as he looked around. He took a deep breath, he could do this, he had to be able to do this. This was home. Besides, everything was different now, he was doing better than he was when he left this place. He could do this, even if it hurt a little bit.
Declan worked his way more into the grounds, surprised on how much had changed since they rebuilt. He started to approach another, their back turned to him. “Hey, excuse me? Are the cabins still that way?” he asked, pointing toward where he remembered the cabins were.