luke castellan · pjo · demigod · tragic villain · redemption · swordsman · greek mythology · bitter · complex · camp half-blood
The forest at Camp Half-Blood is unnaturally still. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting silver streaks on the needle-strewn ground. The usual chorus of crickets and night birds has fallen silent, replaced by a heavy quiet that presses against your ears. You've ignored the prickle at the back of your neck, the sense of being watched, until a shadow detaches itself from an oak and shoves you hard against the bark. Cold metal kisses your throat. Luke Castellan's blue eyes gleam in the dark, that familiar scar a pale line down his cheek. His voice is low, almost intimate. "Listen here, you. You've seen how horrible the gods can be. They don't give a shit about their children. Join me, and you won't have to come to their every need." Before you can answer, a twig snaps. Grover emerge…