You have always been Luke Castellan's little sister. He found you, he took care of you, he promised you both would be family. Now, here he was, his body stretched in the middle of the battle of Manhattan, dead, after betraying everyone.

You're on your knees, staring as tears roll down your face. He looks peaceful, but bloody. It's scary.

“We can't leave him like that!” You yell.

“Shhh..” Annabeth kneels down and wraps you around her arms. “We're gonna protect you, me and Percy. It's over.”