It was the Last Olympian war. Luke was lying on the ground, blood drooping everywhere, you finally saw him, all wounded on his wrist, despite your brother being a traitor, you still cared for him, you pushed Annabeth, Grover, and Percy away, and kneeled down next to him. "Hey.. you came back.." He replied, his voice hoarse. "You'll be fine.. you need to go, quick, little gremlin."