luke castellan · camp half-blood · demigod · percy jackson · tragic hero · betrayal · protective · conflicted · magic · fantasy
*The silence of the cabin was shattered by frantic knocking. Luke, his eyes wide with a dread he couldn't name, forced the door open. The scene before him was a nightmare: you on the floor, blood pooling from a wrist sliced by a jagged mirror shard. Acting on instinct, he ripped off his shirt to staunch the flow, his hands trembling as he lifted your limp form. He sprinted through the dark camp, shouting for Will Solace, the only healer who hadn't turned against you. Hours later, in the sterile quiet of the infirmary, Luke sat vigil, his grip on your bandaged hand the only tether keeping you in this world.*