I know this chapter is short. It's my first fanfic!
I'll try to make them longer.
Disclaimer: I don't own PJO or the characters
And now, on with the story!
Silena had never thought she could feel pain. As a daughter of Aphrodite, she had to be happy and fall in love. Except he had stolen her heart.
The son of Hermes, with his sandy-blond hair and crooked grin had immediately taken her interest. Her younger sister, Lacy, would mercilessly tease her as they played ashore, but her attention was elsewhere.
Luke. She loved the way his name rolled off her tongue, perfect like the scented blossoms of the camp. At noon, she watched his sparring session, the way his dagger sliced so effortlessly.
"Silena," his deep voice reached her.
A blush rose to her cheeks, and she let out a giggle.
"Do you want to maybe," he awkwardly mumbled, "Head to the lake sometime?"
She nodded wordlessly, letting the feeling of happiness overcome her.
"The moon is beautiful," he had whispered, midnight approaching, "Like you."
"I love you, Luke," she murmured, finding her lips on his, "I wish-"
If only things could have stayed that way.
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"Sil, could you just listen," he begged frustratedly.
"You can't go on the Hesperides quest," she cried, "What if you died?"
He took one look in her afraid, trembling eyes, holding her close.
"I promise I'll come home," he told her, "No monster will kill me that easy."
The nights were terrible, torrents of tears and worrying for her dear Luke to return. He was idolized by many campers, especially Annabeth Chase. The girl had spunk and maybe the tiniest crush on her Luke. No matter, he had promised her that he would return, and she had to be strong. If not for herself, then for Luke.
He had failed. The mischief gone from his eyes, replaced by darkness. A scar ran down his face, forever a reminder of what he had never done. He lashed out more often, forever cursing the gods. Even Annabeth kept her distance, and that took guts.
Silena found him moping at Thalia's tree, finding herself wishing for the love he gave Thalia every day. Oh mother, she begged, fix this mess. Please.
The change came, and by the name of Percy Jackson.
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Percy stood out. That much was clear from the beginning. The poor boy had suffered so much from losing his mother to killing the Minotaur. He had been claimed as the son of Poseidon, yet Silena's attention remained on Luke.
He had grown more cunning, and she could detect malice in his voice whenever he spoke. When Percy returned from his quest, returning Zeus lightning bolt, he had seemed disappointed.
"You're helping him," she suddenly spoke aloud, "Kronos".
"The gods will ruin us," he snarled, "But my lord has quite the use for you, dear Sil." He gripped my hand tightly.
"See you next summer," he cried, before disappearing through the mist.