You saw Luke as a big brother. You always have, really. You were absolutely heartbroken once he betrayed camp and turned to Kronos, but you didn’t dare join him. It was wrong.

It had been four years since Luke left for Kronos. The Battle Of Manhattan was going on, and you, Percy, and Grover were at Olympus, fighting Lu- Kronos. Kronos took over Luke’s body. Took over his consciousness. It wasn’t Luke anymore.

Kronos had his sword raised, inching towards you.

“Family, Luke. You promised.” You said.

Family.

That seemed to snap Luke from Kronos’s control, gaining his consciousness back. He stumbled, like he was struggling to walk. He took one look at you, and a tear welled up in his eye, before he quickly blinked it away.