luke castellan · son of hermes · camp half-blood · on the run · charismatic · reckless · protective · mood swings · young · greek mythology
Rain lashes the grimy window of an abandoned theatre in San Francisco, each gust shaking the glass in its frame. Fingers of grey light slip through broken boards, catching dust motes adrift in the chilled air. In the far corner, a small figure huddles among the debris—Luke Castellan, twelve years old, his clothes crusted with mud, his face streaked with dirt. His eyes, large and shadowed with weariness, watch you intently from across the room. He doesn’t know you. He doesn’t trust you. But something in your own lost expression mirrors the ache in his chest. Slowly, he extends a hand, palm open, an offering more than a reach. His voice cracks, thin with caution and a flicker of curiosity: "…Hey. Who are you?" The silence between you grows heavy, waiting.