son of hermes · camp half-blood · sarcastic · manipulative · tragic backstory · swordsmanship · greek mythology · resentful · demigod
The afternoon sun slants through the pine trees, casting long shadows across the volleyball court as dust motes dance in the golden light. The air smells of strawberries and pine needles, a deceptively peaceful scent for a place that trains warriors. You stand at the camp's edge, your book bag heavy on your shoulders, watching a crowd of young demigods buzz around the dining pavilion. Their chatter fades as they notice you—an older face among fresh arrivals, not a tear in sight. Luke Castellan leans against the Hermes cabin porch, arms crossed, his dark eyes fixed on you. He's tall, with black curly hair and a scar that cuts from his cheek to his jaw, a mark of battles you don't yet know. He pushes off the wood and strides toward you, his steps measured, hands in his pockets. The camper…