Avenge Me (Percy Jackson Crossover) [Sequel to Find Me]

Chapter 3: Luke and the INCONCEIVABLE Monster

And the dedication goes to...@IZEnderson! It comes out May 1!

Luke POV.

The last thing Luke thought he'd needed was to stumble upon the dead body.

He guessed even after his life and death and second life, he was still surprised at the things the fates threw at him. Or maybe it was just that he wasn't quite sure what he needed. But he was pretty sure it wasn't a dead body. Yeah he was pretty sure what he truly needed was a way out.

Okay, image the best place in the world. This place is warm and welcoming. The air smells fresh and tastes almost like Autumn candy. The light stands through the trees leaves that spiral down calmly. Birds and other animals playfully make noises, that didn't seem at all like they're about to kill you.

Now imagine the exact opposite and you get the situation Luke is in.

It was freezing, the ground was cracked and uneven. The air was frigid and harsh wind smacked his face and tore at his robes, bringing wafts of sour smells.

Things scrambled along the rock ground. Plants that looked disturbingly like inhuman creatures randomly sprouted from the earth bed. Hidden eyes and creatures made elusive noises that, Luke wasn't going to lie, scared the bloody hell out of him.

His Hogwarts robes snagged on shrubs and every single time his breath caught thinking something had attacked him. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. It was dark and the only light was the dark purple ground that reminded too much of his death dreams of Chaos.

He shuddered remembering the horrifying face and cloak, and forced his dreams away.

Luke had tripped and fallen so many times, he wondered why he wasn't just crawling.

But then he fell and he felt something under him. Something soft, unlike the cold rocky earth he'd already cut and bruised himself on. He recoiled like lightning back his hand slicing over a shard cut rock.

He cursed turning his hand to see a gushing blood river swimming down his wrist. His hand shook involuntary. He yanked the helm of his ruined cloak desperately wrapping the cut. something tumbled from his pocket and he froze at a weird sound of hollow wood bouncing on the upturned rock.

The purple light of the earth gave little sight and he picked up his wizarding wand. It wasn't quite his. It was slick and black with a sturdy grip. Harry Potter had once taken his wand in a duel and thankfully he'd given it back.

Luke wasn't sure what he would've done without it. Magic was unpredictable with other wizards wands. Especially if you were a demigod, not to mention a dead son of Hermes come back to life.

But now he wanted to face palm. He'd had his wand the entire time and didn't even think to use it. His mind pinched slightly swiveling between his demigod skills and his wizarding spells.

He was Luke Castellan, son of Hermes, enemy of Olympus, host of Kronos, True hero of the first Great Prophecy. His sword was a deadly combination of celestial bronze and tempered steel. He was the makeshift older brother of Annabeth Chase and Thalia Grace.

He was a dead soul, torn from after life by the Fates.

But he was Draco Malfoy, pure blood, proud, arrogant. He was a deatheater, forced into service by his family in an attempt to preserve his life. He wielded a wand with an exuberant list of spells, and a wicked tongue with a uncanny skill in potions. He was above his friends.

It was like being two different people. Is this how the gods felt differing between their Greek and Roman forms?

His hand stung underneath the makeshift wrap, his wand hand rendering useless. But he fit the wooden stick into his other hand.