Percy Jackson Imagines/Oneshots

Thaluke

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a silver glow over the abandoned ruins of Mount Othrys. Thalia Grace stood alone, her heart heavy with a sadness that seemed to seep into her very bones. The air was thick with the weight of memories, memories of a time when she was different, when the choices she made were not stained with regret.

As she traced the outline of the broken columns, a faint voice echoed in her mind—the voice of Luke Castellan, a voice that had once been full of passion and determination. A voice that now lingered in the air like a haunting melody.

Thalia's steps faltered as she recalled the day they had stood together on this very spot, allies turned enemies, torn apart by the harsh currents of fate. Luke had been consumed by the darkness, the weight of his mistakes pressing down on him like an insurmountable burden.

A cold wind whispered through the ruins, carrying with it the echoes of regret.

Thalia closed her eyes, trying to shut out the memories. But the past was a relentless specter, refusing to be ignored.

"Thalia," a voice called out softly, a voice that seemed to come from the shadows.

She turned to see a flicker of movement, and there he was—a ghostly figure, the visage of Luke Castellan, the one she had once called a friend.

"Luke," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the wind.

He stepped closer, his expression etched with sorrow. "I'm sorry, Thalia. I never wanted it to come to this."

Thalia clenched her fists, the pain in her chest intensifying. "You made your choices, Luke. We all did."

He nodded, his eyes filled with regret. "I thought I could change things, make a difference. But in the end, I only caused more pain."

The ruins seemed to close in around them, the remnants of a broken alliance.

"I miss the days when we fought side by side," Luke confessed, his voice a mere whisper.

Thalia's eyes glistened with unshed tears. "So do I."

They stood there in the moonlit ruins, two souls tethered by a shared past and a future that would never be. The wind carried away their words, lost echoes in the vast emptiness of the night.

"I wish things could have been different," Luke murmured, his form fading like a wisp of smoke.

Thalia reached out, her hand passing through the specter of the friend she had lost. "Me too, Luke."

And as the echoes of regret lingered in the air, Thalia Grace was left alone among the ruins, grappling with the bittersweet ache of a friendship lost to the unforgiving currents of time.