War Of The Gods (Percy Jackson Fan Fiction)

May Castellan

Third Person's POV

"Luke?" Thalia yelled, banging on the door. "Luke!"

"What? What?!" Luke said brushing his hair back, before opening the door to the Cabin 11 bathroom.

Thalia had banged her way into the cabin, and she banged her way into the Hermes Cabin's bathroom.

Luke had a towel wrapped around his waist, and one hand still holding his head. Thalia crossed her arms, looked up, and down, and back up. She licked her teeth before clicking her tongue.

"What?!" Luke said defensively.

"Nothin.." Thalia said flatly. "C'mon. Your dad's here."

"He's been here all week." Luke said pointedly. "Along with a bunch of other immortals."

"Luke what day is it today?" Thalia asked calmly.

"It's Saturday." He said easily.

"And...?" Thalia said.

"And what?" Luke said.

"You don't remember?" Thalia said.

"Thals... Our one week anniversary is tomorrow.." Luke stated. "I think." He mumbled.

"I am not the daughter of Aphrodite. I really don't care about anniversaries. Not now at least." Thalia said. "Not my point!" She exclaimed. "Luke! It's Saturday!"

"What?" Luke asked. "Did Aphrodite set up a date that she forgot to tell me about?"

"No." Thalia scoffed. "You really don't remember?"

"What? Is it our surprise wedding?" Luke teased.

"No!" Thalia yelled. "Luke! It's Saturday! We're going to your mum's!"

The cabin went dead silence. The Hermes kids were busy before, doing who knows what. Fixing things, here and there. Stocking and re-checking their pranking supplies. They had got used to Thalia, going into the cabin to wake Luke up. Or Annabeth just checking in here and there like the sister she was. Or even Percy, trying to get a re-match out of Luke.

They had welcomed their old cabin counselor. They loved their older brother. The one who would tell the new arrivals, the young arrivals, stories. The one who would act, and treat, getting possessed by Kronos was just a nightmare, a ghost story. The ones who always helps them with training. The one who has the best of ideas for pranking.

But in this whole week, of spending time with their previously dead sibling there is one thing they have never talked about.

Luke's mother.

They thought it must've been bad. Something bad must've happened. He absolutely refused to talk about her.

Then again... Thalia had just said that they were going to see Luke's mom today.

"Oh." Luke said slowly. "Right." He mumbled. "Hang on a minute."

The bathroom door closed. Ruffling and banging and a yelp from inside, just before it opened again, revealing a fully dressed Luke.

"What time is it?" Luke asked, as he ran to his bed, and tumbles over, brushing his hair.

"Nine." Connor said, as Luke gave a relieved sigh.

"Forty five." Travis said.

"It's 9.45." Chris said.

"Oomph." Luke groaned as he just rolled off his bed. "Ow. Holy-"

"Luke!" Thalia yelled, as stood up and collapsed back on his bed, his hair all messy again. "We leave in 15 minutes."

"Gah!" Luke yelled. He got up and ran outside. "Annabeth!!!!"