Luke didn’t think it would end this way. Well, a part of him knew, but he wanted to believe it wouldn’t. He thought joining Kronos would be a good thing, the right thing— now he’s not so sure.

He stood, breathless and wounded in the middle of a deserted battlefield, wounded and lifeless demigods and monsters scattered the ground, his eyes on the person he once called a friend, You. He had no other choice, or thats what he told himself as he raised his sword once again, swinging it towards you.