Luke had been your friend ever since you first came to camp, maybe a little bit more than a friend. It made sense that he could so easily manipulate you into coming with him to hunt for the Golden Fleece.

You, being the kind hearted daughter of Demeter, trusted that Luke wasn’t evil, that it was all a misunderstanding and that he didn’t really know what he was doing with Zeus’ lightning bolt.

But he did, and he didn’t have the intention to stop until Kronos was avenged and the Gods had fallen.

He came to you when the bull attacked Camp Halfblood, convinced you to come with him, not exactly telling you the whole truth about his plans. Once Luke had you out on the boat and away from shore, he told you what he was planning and why he was going after the Fleece.

Being the goody-two-shoes you were, you felt betrayed. Sick that you trusted a boy that wanted to bring back a god so evil. But Luke didn’t regret his decision, but he was upset that you were no longer his girl, that you no longer loved him unconditionally.

You were only a couple of minutes away from Circe’s island and Luke needed everyone on deck to vacate to the shores.

The brig was cold and silent, so when you heard slow footsteps approach your cell, you looked up. Luke stared down at you coldly through the bars, unlocking the door with rope in his hand. He stood tall in the doorway, looking down at you emotionlessly when he demanded, “Get up.”