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This story reveals the main mysteries of Luke Castellan's past. Most wonder how a boy could get so cruel, but Luke was not all bad as we find out in the Last Olympian.

This story will provide a little more insight on his personal life. Thanks again for reading and do please comment!

Spottedtail

"Luke!"

That's me. My name is Luke Castellan, and I live with my mother in Westport, Connecticut. I am nine years old, and have already had a pretty rough life.

My father abandoned me when I was an infant, and I had no clue where he was. I longed to see him and ask him why he abandoned me and my mother, and why he did not have the guts to stay with us.

My mother did not like talking about him much because it brought her melancholy so I usually did not provoke her into talking about him.

"Luke!" My mother called again, probably calling me for breakfast.

I sighed and went down the stairs.

My mother was in the kitchen washing dishes. Her hair used to be a beautiful blond, but now it was deathly white. Her eyes were a cloudy white as well. She was dressed in a white linen shirt that had a goddess on it, and a blue jean skirt. My mother was really into Greek Myths for some reason, and she never hesitated to share some myths with me.

She smiled as she wrapped me up in an embrace. "Luke, your meal is ready."

Sitting down before my plate of food, I bluntly asked, "Mother why did Father leave us?"
My mother's eyes grew sad, and I felt ashamed. My mother probably felt the same sadness that I did, and she probably missed him even more then I did.

"I'm sorry Mother," I said, my voice beginning to crack. My mother came over, drying her hands on a towel. "You did not mean any offense Luke, you were only curious." Wringing her hands together, she said, "Your father was a very busy man, Luke. That is why he left us."

"My father left... and he was too busy...for us?"

My mother shook her head. "His business he runs takes him near and far. He does come to visit once in awhile, but when he does; you are usually at school or in bed."

I frowned. "What does my father do?" I asked softly.

"He runs a delivery business," my mother informed me as she walked back to the sink and began to wash dishes again.

I scowled. How could my father abandon me for a delivery business? My heart built up in resentment. My father had visited, but he never waited to see me?

He does not love you Luke, said a voice in my head. If he did, he would have come to visit you a long time ago...He does not care Luke...

I looked around. Who was talking to me? Luke...

I stared down at my eggs and bacon, suddenly not at all hungry. My mother turned to look at me over her shoulder.

"Are you okay little one?" she asked quietly." Did I anger you?"

"You didn't," I muttered. "My father did." I didn't mean her to, but my mother heard me.

"Luke, anger does not gain you anything," she said. "Anger only leads to resentment, and resentment leads to suffering. We can only pray that your father will come back."

I swallowed. "Okay."

Don't listen to your mother Luke, the voice in my head crooned. Anger is the always the best motive in a situation. Let your anger fill to the brim Luke, and you will go VERY far in life.

I shook my head. Who are you? I asked.

I am your Helper. I will help you in all of your trials you will face. Luke, I will help you gain what you always wanted. I will give you world domination.

Why me? I asked. And you did not answer my question on what or who you are!

I am the Crooked One, and I'm here to help you because you need my help, you need a destiny...

That night I had a vivid dream.

I was running as hard as I could up a steep slope. My breathing was ragged and breathless. I was with two companions, whose faces were hidden. They were running beside me. Their breath was silent, compared to mine. I raced up the top of the slope and stopped. My two companions stopped as well.

"Have they caught us?" asked one of my companions, panting hard.

"Not yet," the other companion replied.

"We better hurry, before they do. Come on Annabeth," the first one said.

I glanced at them, confused. What was I doing here? I wondered thoughtfully. I had no clue what was going on.

"Where are we?" I asked.

The girls looked like I was going crazy. "We are in Westport, your hometown!"

I glanced doubtfully at the two girls. I am going insane, I thought.

"Oh no, they have caught us!" the first companion yelled.

Suddenly, I was face to face with a horrible looking creature. It was tall with monstrous looking teeth, and a scaly body.

"Luke! Do something!" one of the girls yelled. I was so confused. How did they know my name? What was this creature? What was I doing here? And why did it feel so real? The monster raced up the slope toward me, and I gasped.

"No!" I screamed as I dug my fingernails into my bed covers. I glanced wildly around.

What just happened? I thought, trembling. Did I just vision the future?