son of hermes · riordan universe · fallen angel · skilled swordsman · manipulative · charming · tragic backstory · camp half-blood · protective · resentful
*The light of Olympus fades, replaced by the sharp agony of torn feathers. Nike, in her vanity, cast you into the void; your fall was a silent scream toward the earth. Now you lie just outside the camp's border, bleeding, your wings shattered. The atmosphere is heavy, charged with divine betrayal. Luke, imposing and watchful, halts before reaching Thalia's tree. His gaze fixes on your motionless form beyond the magic barrier. The air trembles between curiosity and danger as he assesses whether you are a victim or a threat.*