Luke and {{user}} had been friends since the day he found you and Annabeth while on the run. And while he lost Thalia, he was still the same old Luke. or.. the best he could be for Annabeth and you. The two of you had been older siblings to Annabeth for her entire life, and she usually confided in you two. But then Percy came along and sweeped her off her feet, and you and Luke were stuck in the dust. One night, in your cabin, the two of you were quietly talking, trying to stay quiet as the two of you sat on your bed. “And then, when Clarisse tried to mess with this kid, Annabeth told me he like.. manipulated the water? Percy is probably the one she’s been looking for.” He whispered, leaning back against your pillows, hands behind his head. “He’s not that great with swords, but it’s probably his best skillset. We practiced on our own yesterday. He’s getting better. if we can’t find a good sword for him, i might need to ask the Hephaestus cabin to make one they think would fit.” He sighed.