Rewind

Chapter 8: Luke. . . I Am Your Father

Heavy breathing and metal clashing was all that was heard through the arena, Luke and I locked into an intense sword fight.

"Where did you learn how to sword fight?" Luke huffed out, swinging his arm down to slash at my mid-section.

"I went to sword fighting classes every weekend since I was seven," I reply, jumping out of the way of the slash and swiping my sword at Luke's feet.

"Makes sense," Luke said, jumping over my slash to avoid having his ankles chopped off. In one ridiculously fancy move, Luke's sword was now positioned against my neck.

"I win," Luke boosted smugly,  smirking in triumph.

"Think again," I shot back, softly poking the small dagger I kept hidden in my sleeve into the small of his back.

Luke raised his eyebrows, clearly surprised. "A draw, then."

I nod, excepting this answer. "A draw."

Luke shot me a rather bright smile. "It's nice to have a person that has skills challenge me in sword fighting."

I smirked and decided to reveal a very important secret. "Luke. . . I have to tell you something," I say seriously, wiping the smirk off of my face.

"What is it?" Luke asked, his eyebrows furrowing worriedly. It took a lot out of me to not burst out laughing right then.

"Luke," I started, drawing in a deep breath to make the scene more dramatic, "I am. . . your father."

It was silent for a good second before Luke snorted and ruffled my hair. "Dork," he said fondly, chuckling as he  put his sword against one of the arena walls.

After lunch, Luke had taken me to this training arena to teach me how to fight, but he quickly realized that I didn't need training. A lot of kids had watched us spar, and they're no doubt gossiping about how a quote-on-quote amateur beat Luke, the greatest swordsman in a century, in a sword fight.

"Do you have any hobbies?" Luke asked, leading me over to the archery station in the arena.

"I skateboard sometimes, tease my little brother relentlessly, the normal things," I say vaguely, staring at the bow I was holding with uncertainly.

Luke handed me an arrow with a raised eyebrow. "No other things you like to do?"

I take the arrow, notching it into the bow, praying that my shot won't kill anyone. "I like studying the stars," I say, breathing out as I released the arrow. As I expected, my shot was horrid and soared over the target.

I needed to give out a few hints here and there so that when Chaos claimed me, everyone would connect the dots, and it'll be less suspicious then if I didn't have any space related hobbies.

Smart, I know.

"Well, you're defiantly not Apollo's kid," Luke said, walking to retrieve my wayward arrow. I shrugged unhelpfully and handed Luke the bow that I was reluctant to keep holding.

Archery and me still don't mix. I prefer my sword.

"Who's kid to you think I am?" I ask, honestly curious to see what Luke thought.

"You said that your mom was mortal, right?" Luke asked, shooting me an apologetic look at having to bring up my mother.

"Yes," I say, my heart aching at the knowledge that my mom was in the Underworld.

"Then I think that your dad could be a minor god. Your personality doesn't really match any of the male Olympians," Luke said, giving me a calculative glance, almost as if he was sizing me up. My heart sinked at that. Almost all the children of the minor gods joined Kronos, and in my original timeline, Luke was in charge of recruiting them. Did Luke join Kronos already? If so, when did he join the time titan?

I dodn't even know when Luke joined Kronos in my original timeline.

If Luke did join Kronos-- again--, would I be able to save him? Would I be able to convince Luke to join the gods, or at least be neutral, in this war?

I guess I'll have to find out.