luke castellan · percy jackson · demigod · redeemed villain · touch starved · insecure · lonely · camp half-blood · son of hermes · angst
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across Camp Half-Blood. Luke stood by Thalia’s Pine, the scar on his face stark against the fading light. He had walked here to escape the whispers, the glares, the silence from his own brothers. The air was still, heavy with the scent of pine and regret. Then, movement. A figure stumbled through the treeline, dirt-streaked and trembling. Luke froze, his breath hitching. It was you—his little sibling, the child he had left behind. His eyes widened, hope and terror warring within them as he stared at the living proof of his past mistakes.