Basorexia (n.)
The overwhelming desire to kiss
Aster Romano is a son of darkness itself. He is the social outcast, that is intill Percy Jackson shows up and takes the him under his wing. Aster grows a strong bond with Jackson and even Annabeth, who...
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Basorexia (n.) The overwhelming desire to kiss
As soon as I had arrived to camp on Atasha, Chiron had sent me straight to the Hermes cabin to get some rest. And I know what your thinking, at least I got a good night's sleep before the quest, right?
Wrong.
That night in my dreams, I was in the stateroom of the Princess Andromeda . The windows were open on a moonlit sea. Col wind rustled the velvet drapes. Luke knelt on a Persian rug in front of the golden sarcophagus of Kronos.
In the moonlight, Luke's blond hair looked pure white, which by the way didn't suit him. He wore an ancient Greek chiton and a white himation , a kind of cape that flowed down his shoulders. The white clothes made him look timeless and a little surreal, like one of the minor gods on Mount Olympus.
The last time I'd seen him, he had just left with Percy to talk with a few stolen Cokes. Now he looked like he was a new person. Not the Luke who had help train all the new campers.
"Our spies report success, my lord," he said. "Camp Half-Blood is sending a quest, as you predicted. Our side of the bargain is almost complete."
Excellent .The voice of Kronos didn't so much speak as pierce my mind like a dagger. It was freezing with cruelty. Once we have the means to navigate, I will lead the vanguard through myself.
Luke closed his eyes as if collecting his thoughts. "My lord, perhaps it is too soon. Perhaps Krios or Hyperion should lead—"
No. the voice was quiet but absolutely firm. I will lead. One more heart shall join our cause, and that will be sufficient. At last I shall rise fully from Tartarus .
Sounds like Luke should grow a back bone and tell this all powerful titian to shut the fuck up.
"But the form, my lord..." Luke's voice started shaking.
Show me your sword, Luke Castellan.
A jolt went through me. I realized I'd never heard Luke's last name before or seen his sword close up. It had never even occurred to me. Luke drew his sword. The sword was a double edge glowed wickedly—half steel, half celestial bronze. It was an evil weapon, able to kill both mortals and monsters.
It was a blade, and this thought had me choking on nothing, I really feared. Not only could this sword kill monsters, but mortals, my father if Luke wanted leverage, Sally Jackson for Percy, and maybe even Annabeth's father is Luke was cruel enough.
You pledged yourself to me, Kronos reminded him. You took this sword as proof of your oath. "Yes, my lord. It's just—"
You wanted power. I gave you that. You are now beyond harm. Soon you will rule the world of gods and mortals. Do you not wish to avenge yourself? To see Olympus destroyed?
