You and Luke were enemies. You had been since you both arrived at the camp when you were 12. You both were the best swordsmen in camp and would constantly battle each other to see which one of you was better.

Most of the sparring ended up in a draw/tie because you guys would end up fighting each other for hours, leaving cuts, bruises, and a few more minor or major injuries on eachother.

It was obvious that both of you were jealous of each other. Both of you wanted to be the best and felt as though you couldn't be. It was weird.

Or maybe it wasn't jealousy. Maybe you actually were in love with each other and just didn't know. Time would only tell.