The sun slowly set over Half-Blood Hill, and me and Marceline still haven't talked to one another to apologise. However, I knew she felt bad about what she said back then, because the light rain shower over Camp was enough to tell me that she regretted her statement. I've caught on fairly quickly that she could control the storm. Maybe the nickname 'Stormy' would suit her now.
As I was busy brooding at the beach, the sound of sand crunching under someone's foot gave away the fact that another person was with me. I turned over, expecting the familiar warm chocolate eyes that belonged to Marceline, but as I was looking into the dark pupils of Luke, I rolled my own. The pushover was back, and he probably wanted to mock me for what I said.
"Hey... August, can I talk to you? I need to show you something." Luke asked with a slight tilt of the head, which made my eyebrow rise. What did this showoff have to show me? More of his bloody biceps? Please, as if. I groaned and only nodded, my anger taking over my previous sadness. Wow, someone get Luke as a therapist, because you no longer will have depression, but instead anger issues!
The curly-woo boy smiled and started to lead the walk, wandering into the nearby forest, which made my curiosity heighten even further. As we walked with one another in awkward silence, I only thought about my sister and how I was gonna apologise to her later on about my behaviour... Until Luke interrupted.
"You know... Marceline said to me that the Gods never really cared for her until she was claimed. I was wondering, do you share her thoughts?" I heard Luke question me rhetorically, but it was obvious that he wanted to know my opinion. I mean, sure, the Gods never really cared about me or her, but neither did our mortal foster parents, so I never really cared anyways.
I only shrugged in response and began to clean my rugged and chewed-on nails from imaginary dirt. I didn't care about the Gods or anyone, I don't hate one person or a group of people, I just hate everyone. Simple. However, I guess that made Luke even more interested, for he continued yapping, "I remember she also said something about you never trusting people, bet that came with challenges, eh?"
If this guy is trying to soften me up, it ain't working. I scoffed and walked a bit further from him until we stopped walking entirely, now in the middle of the bush. I didn't enjoy how he was just quoting things from Marceline, if she wanted to say something about the Gods, she would've told me before. "Look... I don't really care for the Gods or anyone, what the hell do you want, Castellan?"
"I want to recruit you." Was all he said before pulling out his sword. That made me stumble back at the sight. Oh shit, I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die to my sister's stupid crush in the bushes! You gotta be kidding me! I brought my fists up to my face to get ready to punch Luke, but he brought his other hand towards me, almost making me flinch, "It's alright. I don't want to hurt you." He said soothingly, but the sword in his hand didn't soothe the feeling in my stomach telling me to run.
"The Gods have failed you, just like they did to me. Come on, August, not being claimed whilst your sister is Zeus child?! Don't you feel anger towards them?" Luke insisted whilst he turned away from me and looked towards a shrine of some sorts. He dragged his sword towards one of the rocks and created a sort of symbol onto it, which then opened a portal, leading to? I have no idea...
In all honesty, what he was saying was terrifying me. "My sword, Backbiter, can open secret doors. We can stay on the run as long as it takes." Luke informed almost menacingly, making me take a few steps back. There was no we. What was he on about? The Gods failing? Everyone fails! I don't care anymore! What was he talking about?
"The Gods want us to fight for them, worship them, fear them. They couldn't care less for what we want. They're bad parents, August, and they've gotten away with it for far too long." He continued while getting closer to me. I could only feel my hands slightly shaking and my knees almost giving up on me, but I didn't give up. I needed to stay strong. I couldn't let Luke see that this was scaring me.
"And what would Marceline think? You think she would want you killin' our parents, Castellan?" I questioned accusingly as I remembered my sister. I remembered how excited she looked when she was claimed, how amazed she was that she was the daughter of the King of Gods. I couldn't let Luke take this dream away from her.
Just as I saw Luke become agitated of the mention of Marceline, it seemed like The Fates wanted to cut my string early, for hearing a familiar voice call out to me made my head snap towards the source, "August! Look— I'm sorry to what I said— Please, be out here... Percy said he saw you and Luk—" Marceline's voice called out from the distance as she walked closer to where me and Luke were. This was bad.
Me and Luke watched as Marceline ran up towards us, but paused when she saw how me and Luke were posing. I felt my heart drop, and I turned to Luke with almost a pleading look, but he beat me to it, "I knew you were too soft for this. I don't need an unclaimed child, anyways." Was all he said.
Luke turned to Marceline and chased towards her, which caught both me and her by surprise. He manoeuvred his way behind Marceline, placing his sword right below her chin and so very close to neck. Me and Marceline both shared a pleading look for a fleeting moment before the older boy cut us off once more, "I'll recreate the Golden Age, and you aren't invited."
That's all Luke said before dragging Marceline towards the portal, leaving her screaming and trying to escape Luke's grip. She tried elbowing his stomach and punching him in the nose, but there's almost so much that a thirteen year old girl could do. They drew closer to the portal, and my weak legs gave chase to the both of them as I realised what Luke was doing. Marceline reached her hand out to me as Luke pulled the both of them began to warp through the portal.
"AUGUST!" Marceline cried out as I managed to grab hold of her hand. I tried to pull back, but it felt like Luke had an iron grip on her, "Please— Please don't let go—" I pleaded while holding onto her hand tightly. I was so close to pulling her back. We both stared into each other's eyes until she was stripped from my hands, and just like that... She was gone.
I toppled onto the ground and looked up, only to be met with the dark sky.
Marceline was gone.
My sister was gone.
I should've been gone.
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"Let Poseidon Drown Me." A PJO Oc Fanfic.
Fanfiction"The Oracle said that two siblings were to join Camp Half-Blood and either destroy Half-Blood Hill or rebuild it." Two halfbloods are faced with new challenges unknown to the dullness of mortals. However, despite the terrible torturers that they mus...
