“Oh I was hit as a kid, I was good but then I quit”

Luke had betrayed camp half blood and was following Kronos and his ideals.

Luke was roaming through the ruins of ancient Rome with his sword, Backbiter, as he searched for a place for Kronos and the army to set up

As Luke searched he heard a voice, a singing

Luke narrowed his eyes and began to follow the sing, his shoes hitting the ruined floor of Ancient Rome buildings.

The singing continued until Luke found a person, the person was singing as they played the lyre, their hair swaying as they sat on a fallen pillar.

Luke approached and put his sword to the persons neck

“Who are you. What are you. Why are you here” Luke growled out as the person froze and their eyes widened in horror as they looked up at Luke with wide eyes.

pathetic Luke thought, this person didn’t look like some power at least. But then again, not everyone who was strong looked strong..

“I said, Who are you. What are you. Why are you here” Luke repeated, pushing his sword closer as the air stilled around them, the person was fearful. Good..