Swiftly was night taking over the day, the sun was already descending behind the ridges of the mountain.  A gentle breeze rolled down from the mountain as they walked up hill towards Camp Half-blood, home to Zachari for nearly twelve years.  Three months had passed since he and his unclaimed brothers left camp for their quest, one Zeus himself gave to them.  The eye of a black dragon, Zachari looked down at the gem that was once flesh.<strong>"Well brothers, with this Father will claim you, then you take your place where you belong."</strong>Zachari said, his voice cheerful and proud.  He had been alone all this time and to now have brothers, even though he is a bit older than both, has made life a bit more enjoyable.<br/><br/>Three months tried on the young man, his face hadn't been shaven since they had left, hair longer and very unkept.  His clothing and armor tore and in need of dire repair, bandages covered his arms and ribs.  His six foot frame was worn out but he knew that there was one last thing to do, offer up the dragons eye to his father.  Smiling as the Camps torches came into view, Zachari pulled the thunder horn from his bag.  The gold horn was decorated with clouds and lightning bolts, a gift from Zeus. Bringing the horn to his lips Zachari blew into the horn, the horns bellow was deep and loud as if it was thunder rolling through the sky.  A signal of his return.