LUKE CASTELLAN didn't want to be a half-blood.
Who in their right mind would want to be one? Being a half-blood practically meant suicide.
Luke Castellan is a demigod, or in other terms, a half-blood, meaning half god, half human. If you think that sounds cool, think again. Those Greek myths? They're real.
Luke had learned from a young age that he could never live a quiet and peaceful life. Why, you may ask? It's because people like him aren't safe in the world. Demigods are practically monster magnets, and those terrifying creatures can sense half-bloods even from miles away. If you think that's bad enough, being chased by at every turn, wait 'til you hear about Luke's grandfather of sorts.
Luke was nine when he ran away from home. His home life wasn't exactly ideal. For as long as he could remember, he knew his mother wasn't normal.
At the young age of four, Luke became conscious of his mother's fits. At first, he didn't understand it—or his mother hid it from him so well, to avoid scaring him as a baby. Until one day, on the day after his fourth birthday, Luke witnessed what his mother was hiding from him.
He had woken up from a terrible nightmare, and desperately wanted his mother in fear that the monster would come back and eat him whole. Gripping his favorite blanket in one hand and his favorite teddy bear in the other, Luke crept out of his room in the deep of the night, the floorboards creaking with every little step he took.
The second his hand fell onto the brass door knob, a loud blood-curdling scream echoed through the house, scaring him. Thinking that someone or something was attacking his mother, Luke didn't think twice before opening the door. Grave mistake.
May Castellan was kneeling in the middle of her room, her eyes were a bright glowing green and only then did Luke realize that she was screaming Danger! Terrible fate! in a deep, far away voice. As if there was something haunting or maybe possessing his mother.
Luke tried his best to help his mother, he tried calling out to her, tugging on her arm, and begging her to stop, but to no avail. He just stood in front of his mother with tears in his innocent chocolate brown eyes as he begged again and again for his mommy to stop, that she was scaring him. After what felt like an eternity, the glow faded, and Luke was finally staring back into the identical warm brown eyes of his mother—which widened at the realization that he had seen everything.
Despite the fear he felt, Luke immediately wrapped his arms around his mother, seeking comfort for both nightmares he'd gone through the night. May has never failed to show how much she loved her son, hugging him tightly as he clung to her, remembering that little vow she made on the day Luke was born—to keep him safe from the terrors of this wretched world.
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