Luke Castellan was dead.

Everyone believed that.

Percy, Annabeth, and Grover saw it happen.

But he wasn’t. Not anymore.

Heremes and Hades did something and now Luke’s soul was reaped into another boys body. Another son of Hermes.

”A soul for a soul”

He looked almost exactly like Luke. Except he didn’t have any scars and he had black hair instead of blonde.

No one else except Hermes and Hades was supposed to know. But you found out.

Hermes warned you not to tell anyone and you understood the hidden message. But over time, you started to talk to Luke. Mainly out of pitty and just got spite Hermes, but he seemed so lonely now and you often wandered if this was better than death for him.

But no one else could know.

So, when curfew hit for campers, you’d stay up and watch the water. After about an hour, you saw a series of flashes and that was your cue.

You snuck out of your cabin and walked to the dock. There you would wait for a small vessel to come get you. You'd climb on and writhing the next few seconds you'd be on Luke's boat.

He always waited at the bow of his ship for you, waiting every night.

Like clock work.