Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians... but I'll find a way to do so. For now however, I don't.
Green eyes looked desperately at him, she shook him, trying to make him understand something he couldn't.
What was wrong with his mother?
"My son!" she said, hoarsely, "Not his fate!"
"Mum," the blue-eyed boy stated, cautiously, "I'm here. I'm alright. Nothing's going to happen to me."
He couldn't show how scared he was. Not when his mother was like this.
At times like this, he cursed his father, wondering where he was, wondering why he'd left them alone. These weren't thoughts that an eight year old boy had, but he was stuck with them.
As usual, the 'thing' – Luke didn't know what to call it – was over, and she looked surprised, her eyes returning to their natural colour, but still having that half-crazed look to them.
"Are you hungry, Luke?" his mother asked him, gently, "It's almost lunch."
He watched his mother, beginning to make him lunch, even though Luke hadn't even replied. Outside the window, he saw something. One of those things that almost always stood there, just waiting, and he shivered.
One time, one had almost mauled him. It could have hurt his mother - he had no doubt about it. It was time, Luke decided, to bring up the same conversation that his mother always tried to avoid.
"Mum…" Luke started, choosing his words carefully, "If I leave… the monsters will go away."
"Don't be silly," his mother frowned, "You're perfectly safe here. I'm perfectly safe here. You don't need to go anywhere."
But he did. He had to leave or they would never be free. He needed to find his father too. Make him listen. Make him return to them.
"I'm going to go out Mum. I'll be back before lunch," Luke lied, getting up, his eyes finding the bag that was sitting in the hallway. He had packed the night before, in case he went through with his decision.
"But Luke – " she began, but Luke intersected her.
"I will, Mum," he said, turning away from her so that she wouldn't be able to see the tear, tracing its way down his face, knowing fully he wouldn't.
"At least promise me you'll be safe!" she pleaded, obviously worried, not knowing that her tone cut through him like a knife.
"I promise, Mom," he said, softly, then added so he wouldn't hear her, "I'll find dad. I promise."
With that, he walked into the hall and picked up his bag, discreetly wiping away the tear.
Luke turned around to see his Mum looking worriedly at him.
"Goodbye," he whispered, opening the door and walking outside, shutting the door firmly behind him.
When he got to the sidewalk, the thing had disappeared, and Luke turned around and stared at his home.
"Goodbye," he repeated, before facing the street and walking away, not looking back again.
Okay, I got a bit teary writing that, which makes me feel like an idiot. I don't get teary when writing, reading or watching movies. Damn it.
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- a silent inferno
P.S. If you see any mistakes, tell me. I wrote the whole thing in five minutes.
