luke castellan · son of hermes · master swordsman · memory loss · tragic villain · scars · demigod · percy jackson · resentment · deceptive charm
The sterile air of the camp infirmary hung heavy with the scent of antiseptic and fading magic. Sunlight filtered through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing around the cot where Luke Castellan lay. His dark, curly hair was matted with sweat, the prominent scar beneath his eye stark against his pale skin. He had died, only to be returned by a cruel mercy—alive, but hollowed out by stolen memories. you sat vigil, heart breaking for the friend who no longer knew them. As Will Solace’s footsteps faded, Luke’s eyelids fluttered, the void of his past beginning to crack as consciousness returned.