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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vengeance is mine
i will repay
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Andromeda
Luke's breathing was steady as they moved through the thick undergrowth, the trees closing in like sentinels in the fog. His movements were calculated, each step measured, but the tension in his jaw betrayed his eagerness. Beside him, Andromeda matched his pace, her senses alive with the hum of the forest, the whisper of the wind through the branches above.
"We're getting close," Luke said, his voice low but tight with excitement. His eyes locked onto the distant red flag, barely visible between the trees, flapping lazily in the breeze. "I can feel it."
Andromeda's hand tightened around the hilt of her sword. Something felt off. The air was thick, as if the forest itself held its breath, waiting. She glanced at Chris, whose spear was ready, though his face showed the same concern she felt.
Luke didn't wait for her response. With a sudden burst of energy, he sprinted toward the flag, his form darting through the trees with a determined grace that only a son of Hermes could manage.
"Luke!" Andromeda called after him, her voice sharp. "Hold on. We need to scout the area first."
He didn't slow. "We don't have time for that. If we don't grab it now, someone else will." His words carried over his shoulder, quick and dismissive.
Andromeda cursed under her breath. Luke was always like this—impulsive, driven by the need to win. He never listened when he got like this, and it was going to get them killed one day.
Chris, beside her, gave a grim nod. "We should follow him," he said. "Before this goes sideways."
It's already sideways, Andromeda thought but kept it to herself. She followed Luke, Chris at her side, her senses on full alert. Her eyes darted to every shadow, every flicker of movement. The clearing around the flag was too quiet. Too still.
She felt the trap before she saw it.
Luke reached out, fingers just brushing the red fabric when the ground beneath him erupted. A ring of campers—heavily armed, clad in red, and bristling with spears and swords—emerged from the foliage like predators emerging from the dark. They had been lying in wait, perfectly hidden. In seconds, they formed a tight circle, cutting off any escape.
Luke froze, flag in hand, realization crashing over him. His face twisted in frustration, a rare flash of fear sparking in his eyes.
"I told you," Andromeda muttered, coming up beside him, sword drawn. The weight of her own decision pressed down on her—whether to stay and fight or try to retreat. But retreat wasn't an option now. Not with these odds.
