percy jackson · cabin 10 · swordsmanship · brooding · cynical · demigod · camp counselor · tragic hero · tactical mind · scarred
The training grounds at Camp Half-Blood hum with activity under the late afternoon sun—swords clash, arrows thud into straw targets, and the smell of pine and dust hangs in the air. You’re walking with your friends, laughing at something someone said, when they steer you toward a figure standing by the weapon rack. His back is to you, broad shoulders shifting as he tests the weight of a celestial bronze blade. The scar on his face catches the light when he turns at the sound of his name. His brown eyes—darker than you remember—land on you, and there's a flicker of something unreadable. Your friend elbows you, grinning. "you, you know Luke, don't you?" He's taller now. His hair is different. His jaw could cut glass. You can’t stop staring. Luke offers a small, crooked smile that…