𝐈𝐈. 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀 | 𝐏𝐉𝐎 𝐗 𝐇𝐏

five

Luke had awoken from his dream with a start. "Amelia.." He whispered.

Ten years ago today, Luke Castellan met his first demi-god friend. His best friend, to be exact. Amelia Richardson lived her life with monsters chasing her everywhere she went. She had been left all alone after her parents death at the hands of a monster.

Amelia's adoptive parents died when she was only six. The same day Luke met the girl, the same day she lost her parents, was also the same day she let out her last breath. At the age of eleven, the unclaimed demi-god took her last breath.

That day she met the older boy who was battered and bruised just like her, was the day she found her best friend.

She lived the next five years (the rest of her short life) with Luke, being sent from one foster home to another. Whenever they tried to separate the pair, Luke had always gotten angry, violent.

They were inseparable, after all, they only had each other. Until they didn't.

Five years ago today, marked the day Luke had promised himself to avenge his best friend. Five years ago today, Amelia Richardson died by the hands of a manticore.

He could never forget the sad smile she had on her face as she kneeled in front of him, the acceptance in her eyes when she felt the sharp scorpion-like tail push through her abdomen. He could never forget her last words, 'Survive for me, Luke.'

Luke could never forget the second she closed her eyes, for the very last time. That was the day he last saw her icy blue-eyes, her long blonde hair, and the sweet smile that pained him every time he remembered.

That cruel night was the start of his downfall.

Luke sighed as he got up from bed, feeling the tear-stains on his cheek. He hastily wiped them away and walked towards the bathroom, both hands pressed against the sink, eyes examining his own reflection.

A flash of memory shot through his brain.

"Luke! Come on! I don't want to wait in line for hours!" The cheerful girl dragged his younger self towards the rollercoaster.

The pair had sneaked into an amusement park, wanting to have fun once in a while. The then twelve-year old boy grinned happily, allowing the girl to pull him towards the small line of people lining up for the rollercoaster.

That was one of the best days of his life. One that he would like to look back and enjoy, but now all he could feel was the pain, the sadness, the anger coursing through his veins.

"There's only a small line of people, Lia!" Luke rolled his eyes lightly, finally joining the line.

"If we waited a little bit longer, more people would have line up!" She exclaimed, eyes wide in excitement and happiness.

Luke had no idea how the girl had always remained cheerful and positive after everything they went through, but he held on to that happiness she had. It was the one thing that he wanted to keep forever.

That day in the carnival, the Fates had decided to give them a break and let them live like normal kids for once, it was the one day he got to enjoy himself without having to care about monsters chasing after them.

When night time came, the pair stood inside the ferris wheel, admiring the view from up above. The girl's eyes gleamed in happiness, looking at the view before them. "It's so pretty...." She trailed off.

Luke, admiring the view as well, couldn't help but think 'If only this was how we see the world every day.'

"It is." Luke settled in agreement.