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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take me to your heart,
for it's there that i belong
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Luke
Luke's vision returned in fragments, like shattered glass slowly reforming into a whole. The heavy fog of pain and confusion cleared, and he found himself on his knees, hands braced against the cold ground. His breath came in short, jagged gasps. His mind replayed the Cyclops's defeat in stuttering flashes—light bursting from Andromeda's hands, Thalia's spear driving into the beast's chest, and the golden dust that swirled through the air as the monster disintegrated.
He blinked, shaking off the last remnants of disorientation, and forced himself to his feet. His first instinct was to look for Andromeda. His heart clenched at the sight of her standing beside Thalia, her body sagging with exhaustion. Her face was pale, her usual fierce energy drained away, but her eyes... they still burned with a fire brighter than the light she had summoned.
Without a second thought, he crossed the distance between them, his arm slipping around her waist. She leaned into him, barely standing on her own.
"Andromeda," he whispered, his voice low, laced with worry. "You alright?"
She offered a weak smile, but it didn't reach her eyes. "I'll survive. Just... a little worn out." Her words were strained, her voice little more than a rasp.
Thalia, standing a few feet away, glanced back at them. She was still on edge, her spear held loosely in one hand, ready for anything. "You were amazing back there, Andromeda," she said, her voice filled with admiration. "Whatever you did... it saved us."
Andromeda's smile flickered, though it was fragile. Pride warred with her exhaustion, but she didn't have the energy to respond.
Before any more could be said, Grover called out, his voice urgent. "We need to move. Now. This place... it's crawling with monsters..."
Luke nodded in agreement. His muscles screamed with fatigue, but he couldn't let that matter. Not now. He looked to the others. They were all in rough shape. Grover was limping, Thalia's spear arm was shaking, and Andromeda... well, she could barely stand. Together, they turned and made their way out of the abandoned mansion, Andromeda leaning on Luke for support. It was still stormy outside, but none of them seemed to care anymore. Luke wondered briefly what the others had heard from the cyclops, but nobody wanted to talk about it.
Luke had heard his mother's voice, a voice he had nearly forgotten.
One he wished to forget.
"Di immortales," Grover whispered as they left the danger of the mansion's porch.
