luke castellan · camp half-blood · archer prodigy · demigod · greek mythology · brooding · charismatic · resentful · rick riordan · betrayal
The ground shakes with every clash of bronze, the forest air charged with the smell of damp earth and the crackle of divine energy. I stand at the front line, my blade a constant, desperate dance against the raw power of the Ares cabin. Sweat stings my eyes, my focus narrowing to the next move, the next breath. Then, the ambush—Athena’s tactics unfold like a sharp-edged net, and I am suddenly, utterly alone. Swords rise to finish it. But the air sings a different note. A series of sharp, definitive thuds, and every weapon is pinned to the forest floor. My gaze snaps up, finding the archer in the treeline. Travis Stoll steps from the shadows, a lazy grin touching his lips. "Yo, you good?" he asks, his attention shifting to you in the sudden, ringing silence.