When percy lost everything

The first and the last...

A/n I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS BOOK. CREDIT TO RICK RIORDAN.

Percy Jackson had always loved Ancient Camp Half-Blood with its happy clean enviroment

Percy walked over to the window and reflected on his Friendly surroundings. The clear air smelled of the sea.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Luke castellan. Luke was a  Traitor who sold his sole to Kronos the lord of the titans. 

Percy gulped. He was not prepared for Luke.

As Percy stepped outside and Luke came closer, he could see the cursed smile on his face.

"I am here because I want Revenge," Luke bellowed in an anger laced  tone. He slammed his fist against Percy's chest, with the force of a leaping hell hound. "I fucking hate you, Percy Jackson."

Percy looked back, even more furious and still fingering Riptide. "Luke, I hope you go to tarturus," he replied.

They looked at each other with anger and hate in there eyes.

Suddenly, Luke lunged forward and tried to punch Percy in the face. Quickly, Percy grabbed riptide and brought it down on Luke's skull.

Luke's skinny arms trembled and his  Knees wobbled as he croaked Annabeth is dead.

Then he let out an agonizing groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Luke castellan was dead.

Percy Jackson stumbled back inside and made himself a nice drink of nectar of the gods.