;Luke Castellan×Reader; (On Hold)

17 - Rest In Peace

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  Staying at my cabin wasn't so nice. Pollux and Castor had been asleep when I first walked in. It's wasn't that welcoming when they were passed out.

  When I layed in my bed, my thoughts ended up drifting to Luke. I wonder what he said when he found out that my bed was empty.

  I silently cried into a pillow. I couldn't take this hurt anymore. I loved the guy but.. he needed to go down.

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  "Pollux, just shake her. Stop poking her!"

  "Oh sure, Castor, you know nothing about waking a women!"

  I opened my eyes to see Pollux's finger on my shoulder and Castor had gripped my other shoulder, getting ready to shake me.

  "Oh gods Y/n!" Pollux cried. "We missed you so very much! We thought you were gone forever. We-- we burned a shroud in memory of you. You should've seen it!"

  "It was beautiful, just like you."

  They both smiled down at me and I knew where this was heading. No group hugs..

  "Group hug!" Castor yelled and clung onto me. Pollux hugged the both of us and I started to gasp for air like a fish out of water, hinting to them to let go.

  Pollux let go and then Castor did.

  "You guys thinking of killing me again? You squeeze too tight, Castor."

  Pollux chuckled. "That's why I was suprised when he said he had a girlfriend. I thought he'd kill her with hugs."

  "Oh no, she like when I squeeze her a-"

  I sat up and smacked Castor. "No profanity!"

  Pollux wheezed and fell onto the bottom of my bed, laughing hard.

  Castor's one cheek was bright read from being slapped and he held with jaw.

  "Ouch, Y/n. Now I have a boo-boo because of you!" Castor complained.

  I snickered. "I have to get ready, guys. I'll see you around."

  I grabbed a Camp Half-Blood t-shirt from a wardrobe by my bunk and some black jeans.

  I took out my synth and looked at it carefully.

  I wanted it gone.

--

  Silena and Chiron stood behind me, watching as I lit the fire.

  "Are you sure about your decision, Y/n. You will never get one like it again," Chiron warned.

  I looked at Chiron. "I can't stand using it. It reminds me of him too much. It hurts."

  Chiron nodded as I threw my synth into the fire, throwing a chunk of grapes in as well.

  "Oh gods, take my weapon back, for I cannot use it without hurting."

  The synth decnigrated.

  "You have let go of your chosen weapon. Now, you shall take my gift," a male said.

  Dionysus appearing next to me, holding a sword made of celestial bronze, like most were.

  "Vine-yard. It's been laying under my throne on Mount Olympus for decades. Only one person can hold it. Other people have been zapped. Pollux and Castor have had a chance and the sword zapped them both, I think it wants you." 

  I touched the handle and it seemed normal. I grasped my hand around the handle. No zaps.

  "What's the Greek name of it?" You asked, not being too fluent in Greek.

  "We never called it by it's Greek name because the sword is special. It was Ariadne's but she wanted it to go to a special demigod so she enchanted it herself. Instead of it's Greek name, she calls it Dionysus. It's a crumbled tissue that reappears into your pockets. Un-crumble it, it turns into a sword. Try putting it by the point into your pocket and-"
 
  I did exactly that and it crumbled back into a tissue. Wonderful.

  I smirked and hugged my dad.

  "You're welcome," he whispered.

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  I just tried to make a quick, painless chapter that turned into Dionysus showing that he's actually a good father, I have no idea what the Hades happened in this chapter too, so you're not alone :)