”someone to tell me we’re not born to be mules in this.”

luke was your best friend ever since you first met at camp half-blood, when you were both fourteen. the two of you were now seventeen, and practically attached at the hip. everyone at camp knew you were best friends, it was obvious. plus, luke would be lying if he said he didn’t develop at least a little bit of feelings over the years. though, he’d never admit it.

currently, you and luke were sitting on a log in the forest while camp celebrated the new kid, percy, for getting zeus’s master bolt. it was a normal conversation, until luke brought up the topic of kronos. you thought it was a bit weird, but then you found him trying to recruit you to be on kronos’ side and not the gods.

as you guys argued about this, luke didn’t look the same. he looked cold, heartless. like he didn’t care anymore. hell, he probably didn’t if it mean he left you and..everyone for the enemy you've all had for years.