Hey everyone! Just a one-shot that has been bouncing around in my head for a very long time. Enjoy!
Luke was sitting at the Hermes table at dinner, moodily picking at his Grecian pizza, and wondering where he'd heard of pizza being Italian. The din of the campers faltered, then halted completely as all the demigods, excluding Luke (who was still thinking about olive trees in Italy), stared fixatedly at the middle of the pavilion. The bronze brazier sizzled and flared as a shocked Ares camper accidentally dropped his entire plate into the fire, along with the plate of the camper in line behind him. The odor of singed hair and feathers wafted into the summer air from the brazier.
Apparently the gods do not like ceramic plates for dinner.
The cloaked figure in the center of the pavilion raised a hand, and his heavy breathing filled the night air.
Luke swallowed his olive and looked up to see exactly who was having an asthma attack.
"LUKE!" the figure bellowed.
Luke started.
"Luke, I AM YOUR FATHER!" the asthmatic breathing of the being increased. Luke couldn't stop a smile from blossoming on his face. He'd finally been claimed! He had a father! Luke's eyes widened in joy as the knowledge overwhelmed him.
He had a FATHER!
Luke opened his mouth.
"Dad…?" his hesitant grin faltered as the figure turned to look at him.
The Apollo table, which was located next to the asthmatic man, could hear him muttering to himself.
"Well," the figure murmured quietly, "he is blonde…"
Chiron came to his senses, emerging from the state of shock the oddly familiar figure had plunged him into. He rose to his feet. Er, hooves.
"Luke Castellan, you have been claimed by Hermes, the-"
The figure looked over and raised his visor. The asthmatic breathing stopped as he squinted at Chiron, then Luke, then back at Chiron. "Wait, did you say Castellan?"
The population of the pavilion continued to stare at the cloaked man. Chiron balked, then nodded uncertainly. "Yes, My Lord...?" The statement turned out as more of a question.
The figure did a double take. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, okay, sorry, wrong Luke!"
Luke's mouth dropped open, the joy vanishing from his face. "Wha..?"
"Yeah, I'll just be going now," Hermes snapped his visor back on and the asthma commenced. "Oh, yeah, and, just to be safe, these are not the droids you're looking for."
Hermes vanished.
After a few minutes of collective shocked silence, an Athena camper dared to break the silence.
"I have the exact same Darth Vader costume!"
You can't really blame Luke now that you have the REAL story, can you? Review for Italian-Grecian olive pizza. Thanks for reading.
-toxicjade