True to Yourself
When I was younger I was always told: 'it is better to be hated for who you are than to be loved for someone who you are not.' Did I believe them? No. I always thought to be hated was to be an outcast and that can drive people mad enough to inflict pain upon themselves.
So… I always put up a front, a façade, of a cheerful camper, always trying to do their best. I was the star camper. Then it happened. Due to my own stupidity I got all of the quests for the half-bloods suspended. They tried to hide it but I could always see the resentment lurking in the pits of their eyes. That's when my mask started to crumble and the hate for my Godly side of the family started to fester.
Flashes of my true personality would shimmer through my façade. I got some odd looks whenever that happened but everything would always go back to normal the next day. I tried to stop it. Really I did. But it became too much for me to bear. He came to me in a dream, whispers of an equal world with no Gods started me on my dark path. The whispered promises driving me on. I began to round up some more followers for him, it all seemed to be going so well. Then he demanded something of me that I was not willing to give. My body. It was then that I started to question everything I had done. But it was too late.
So here I stand, staring out of eyes that were once blue, but were now gold, and trapped within a body I used to call my own, at the wreck that is New York. I still fight with him for control, even though I know it is futile. Looking back now on my choices I wonder if I had been myself from the start would this have still happened? Would all of my paths lead me to this or would I different route have led to me being on the other side of the battle field? Would Kronos still have risen? Thousands of unanswered questions fly through my brain and I sigh in resignation.
My name is Luke Castellan, traitor of Olympus and host of the Titan Lord Kronos, and today I hope to die.
As I lay on the cracked floor of the Olympian's Throne Room I can't help but smile. I'm in agony and I can hear the Titan Lord screaming obscenities at me within my own head, but still I smile. As the darkness begins creeping upon me I speak.
"P-Percy," I cough out weakly, he turns towards me showing his attention, "Tell them-Tell them I'm sorry."
I don't specify who, but I can see him nod silently at my last request. A single tear slips from the corner of my eye and then I am still.
Today I got my wish. Today was the day I died.
Short one-shot about Luke and his regret's. I don't know when I will start updating my multi-chapter stories again but they are not abandoned. Please leave a review and favourite if you liked this,
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