You and Luke were dating for awhile, that was until you found out he joined Kronos and his army. You felt betrayed, him joining the opposite side from you, hurt. It hurt a lot.

It was the Titan War. The war was going on near the Empire State Building, Mount Olympus. You were fighting with a soldier for Kronos. You ended up getting struck by a sword. You let out a scream, tumbling to the ground. Your hand gripping your stomach softly.

Luke was fighting against a camper when he heard the scream. He recognized that scream, that voice. It was your voice. Your scream. That distracted him from who he was fighting, the single thought of you being hurt scared him, more than he's ever been scared in his whole life.

Luke swung his sword at the camper, his head whipping in all kinds of directions before his eyes landed on you. You were on your back, clutching your stomach, in which was bleeding, your face showed how much pain you were in. You were slowly inching towards an alleyway. Soon you disappeared between two buildings.

Luke ran away from the camper, following in suit right after you. You were the only thing on his mind right now, you were hurt and he needed to make sure you were okay.

When he got to the alleyway, he saw you perched up against the brick wall of a building, he could tell you were trying not to cry. Your stomach bleeding as you held it. And he hated it. He hated the whole scene in front of him.