The Five who never returned... (Private)

The son of Aphrodite took a break from reading and writing pointless letters he'd never send. Tiberius had ceased contact with his family members for almost a year now, because of what he had almost unleashed on them, and he wanted to keep them safe. He shoved his hands in his jeans, feeling around for the ring that transformed into his weapon. A double sided scythe that he could furiously whip back and forth if he chose too. Tiberius hated war.
As he walked up there, he saw Jenny, a girl he had just recently met. He smiled and took one of his hands out of his pockets and waved, grinning. She was nice and deadly. Tibs could see the twelve spikes sticking out of her belt, glinting in the warm sunlight. It was crazy for Ty to be wearing a navy blue sweatshirt in the middle of summer, but hey, he wasn't a typical demigod of love.
Once he was at the tree, Tiberius sat down and fiddled with the grass that was beneath him. He looked at Jenny, the glare of the sun making her face bright and almost unrecognizable. "It seems the others are fashionably late. As usual." He said, still smiling. Jenny reminded him of his little sister, Charlotte back home in upstate New York. Ty knew she didn't need to be defended or protected, but he couldn't help but shield her, despite them both being the same age. And so he sat by the other demigod, waiting for the others to arrive and get the heck out of this place. It had been a year since Tiberius Winters had been outside the camps magical boundaries. He had unbelievable cabin fever. He had decided it was time to get out.