Luke looked in the mirror of his room on The Princess Andromeda. Wearing full Greek battle armour with Backbiter held tight in his grip, he looked everything like the Hero that Kronus had insisted he was. But it wasn't about looks; and inside, Luke was weak. Luke started to have doubts. Was it worth it? Was it worth all these lives? Was a war really going to solve these problems?
An Empousa hissed behind him in appreciation, but Luke ignored her. Being involved with these monsters was going end badly, with either her exploding into dust, or him completely drained of blood. What did it matter her opinion anyway? It didn't matter how attractive he looked, but how strong and intimidating. Love wouldn't be able to stop anything.
But at this moment, Luke wanted to feel something different; other than anger. Her longed for a different sword in his hand, he wanted the sword that was given by her.
Before he left camp, there was this girl he knew.
Lydia Milson, a beautiful, talented and exceptionally kind daughter of Apollo. She had the most stunning brown eyes that were captivating if you looked at them long enough. And her hair. Soft, long and curled mahogany locks of hair that tumbled past her shoulders and fell to her waist. She radiated health, happiness and warmth. And for a while, she was his.
They dated, trained, and helped new campers together.
Luke had given her a gift once. A golden bow, etched with rays of sun, with a matching set of arrows. The gift was unique. Many had suggested that Luke had stolen it- he was the son of Hermes after all. But Berkendof had confirmed that Luke had gone to the Hephaestus cabin and forged it himself.
When Luke had handed the present over to her one night, he was nervous. At that time, he could see all the mistakes he made on it. His thumbprint all over the bow, the arrows slightly crooked. But she had simply admired the weapon with an awed smile on her face , whispered "Thank you", and turned to kiss him.
But soon, they started to grow apart. Luke had told Lydia vaguely of his plans. Well, enough for her to think it was wrong. So they broke up.
When the time came, when he was about to leave the camp forever, she had ran up to him, handed him a handmade sword and kissed him on the cheek, and declared, "I still owed you a gift". Then she left.
And now standing in front of the mirror, Luke wondered if; like with the bow, Lydia saw past his mistakes he made and still cared about him.
Umm yeah so that's my first little one-shot :D I have this weird obsession with Luke x OC fics because idk I ship it ^_^
I hope you enjoyed this :) Reviews + constructive criticism are much appreciated and if anyone would like to give ideas for a story or a one-shot request just message me and if I write it i'll credit you ;) - just an idea I though of :p
