Luke Castellan xOC
Once I had wondered what was holdin' up the ground
But I can see that all along, love, it was you all the way down
(completed 10/2/24)
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no mountains, or sea, no thing
of this world could keep us apart
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five years later
Andromeda
Andromeda woke slowly, her body protesting against the pull of consciousness. A persistent shaking jolted her awake, and the haze of sleep clung to her as her eyes fluttered open. Annabeth stood over her, shaking her with urgency, her face a mask of concern.
"Andromeda, wake up," Annabeth urged, her voice tense. "We need your help at the Big House. Grover... Grover's hurt, and there's a new demigod. They're both in bad shape."
That snapped Andromeda fully awake. Grover injured? She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, disoriented. The familiar cabin around her was still and dark, filled with the heavy breathing of the other campers.
It had been five years since she, Luke, Annabeth, and Grover had stumbled over the boundary to Camp just like this new, injured demigod. And in those five years, Andromeda had still not been claimed. So she stayed in Cabin eleven. Not that she minded, of course. Luke was in Cabin eleven.
She glanced over at the bunk beside her's and saw the moonlight streaming through the window onto Luke's face, catching on his scar. He seemed to be having a nightmare, because his usually serene, soft features were screwed up in agony, his eyes clenched shut. She thought briefly about waking him from whatever horrible dream he was having, but her attention was soon drawn back to Annabeth, who grabbed her shoes and thew them down on the wooden planks in front of her feet.
"What happened?" Andromeda asked, pulling on the shoes. She didn't bother to lace them up before grabbing her bag from a hook on the wall and following Annabeth through the silent horseshoe of cabins and towards the big house.
"He killed a minotaur," Annabeth said, trying and failing to keep the awe out of her voice. "The patrol spotted him fighting down on the hillside and then he dragged Grover, who looks pretty banged up, over the property line."
A Minotaur? Andromeda's blood ran cold. No ordinary demigod could take on a monster like that. She picked up her pace. The cool night air hit her like a slap, the moon casting an ethereal glow over Camp Half-Blood. The Big House loomed ahead, its columns stark against the sky.
"My gods," Andromeda said. The two girls reached the big house a few minutes later. Andromeda was often called on to help the healing process of some more extreme injuries. While the Apollo cabin typically tended to the minor injuries that campers received during training or capture the flag, Andromeda or Chiron usually helped with the more serious or deadly injuries.
