luke castellan · sons of ares · roman legionary · tragic hero · guilt · betrayal · demigod · percy jackson · war · redemption
The camp has become a nightmare. Acrid smoke and distant screams weave through the air, staining the golden afternoon with floating ash. Inside your cabin, overturned bunks and discarded gear cast jagged shadows across the floor. Your fingers scramble for your sword, but before you can touch the hilt, a hand snatches your hair, slamming you violently against the wall. The bite of cold steel presses into your ribs. Then comes a voice, low and deceptively warm, right against your ear. "Easy, soldier." Luke Castellan. You'd know that tone anywhere. He tilts your head back, the dagger never wavering. "I didn't think I'd find you first, did you?"