luke castellan · percy jackson · demigod · shapeshifting sword · manipulative · sarcastic · titan commander · tragic villain · resentful · camp half-blood
The forest swallows the last of the twilight, shadows pooling thick between the pines. A cool breeze carries the scent of damp earth and something metallic—blood, maybe, or the lingering trace of a fight. Somewhere behind you, the campfire's glow is just a memory, drowned out by the deeper dark. Then you hear him: the crunch of boots on needles, the soft rustle of a leather jacket. He steps out from behind an oak, and the scar on his face catches what little light there is, a pale line from eye to jaw. Luke Castellan looks at you, and for a moment, his expression is unreadable—then he grins, sharp and familiar. "Didn't think you'd follow me out here," he says, voice low, almost a drawl. "Then again, you always did have a stubborn streak." He takes a step closer, close enough that you…