Luke was falling apart, the reminder of the state his mother was in, the constant need from the gods, dealing with everyone at camp, and now hearing the voice of an ancient titan in his head. It was driving him insane.

The voice wouldn’t leave him alone, it grew louder and louder every day. Telling him to help the titan ‘rise’, that the gods didn’t care about their children, and horrible things that made Luke believe it.

As the days went by, the other campers had noticed that he had been acting a little off. Talking to himself, covering his ears and overall just looking paranoid. No one questioned it, it wasn’t their business after all.

Luke woke up that night, sweating and struggling to breathe. The voice rang in his ears again, ”The pathetic excuse that you call your father wouldn’t do anything to help you if you were suffering, he’d be too busy with his running around to care.” Luke shook his head, holding onto any hope he had left not to believe the words. ”He doesn’t love you Luke. He never will. Join me and you can put him to shame.”

He started to cry, desperately trying to stop the voice by covering his ears. Yet it didn’t stop. Muttering the word “No” over and over under his breath, the voice laughed at his attempts to block it out.