PT: I was looking through the Percy Jackson fandom today and was sorely disappointed to find NO stories for Tyson, or Luke and Hermes, or...I think the fandom's actually kind of small. There were forty-seven pages when I checked. So...since I was kind of affected by the Hermes and Luke thing—I have problems with my dad for not really giving a damn about me ever since he and my mom got divorced when I was four; and now we're estranged due to new problems—I wanted to write one. Just this "musing" thing. Please tell me what you think.

Disclaimer: I don't own the series, else I'd be an even better writer than I already am (and I definitely have lots more to work on).

Luke

He's a disappointment. A total disappointment.

All the gods—they care for no one but themselves.

They're all "Oh look, a hot mortal! Let's have a kid with them, then leave them alone to fend for themselves among monsters!"

I don't think so. Those selfish gods, they don't give a damn about anyone.

I'm ashamed to be Hermes' son!

He's neglected me for how long? And he—along with the rest of the gods, those puffed-up little...—let Thalia die! They just watched as she made a final stand against all the monsters of Hades, and made Annabeth, Grover, and me cross Camp Half-Blood's border first. In the end, what did she get? Her father Zeus didn't help at all; he turned her into a tree as soon as she died!

Oh, he felt sorry for her indeed. My eye. If he truly cared for her, he would have helped her. It was his fault that she came into this world! Yet, he got off for his mistake. Then the one who had no choice in the incident had to suffer!

CURSE THEM!

Curse them a thousand times. This Western civilization has pulled wool over our eyes'.

But by joining with the Titan King Kronos, I can finally change everything: make the gods pay, recreate this uncivilized world, change everything for the better.

Percy—fool!—thinks his father cares so much about him. Then he would have been more caring of his son. Percy, you fool.

Curse him, curse Hermes a thousand times over.

I could die and suffer for eternity in Hades' Fields of Punishment, and he would never care; if he notices at all.

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Luke shot a glare at the letter his father had sent him. Of course, he couldn't deliver it himself; he was too busy.

My dad doesn't give a damn about me...

With abhorrence, he thrust the envelope away from him—thrusting away Hermes' words, as much as he would like to thrust away everything; memories of Hermes, their resemblance, anything that had to do with the loathed father that was never there for him.

Luke felt tears welling up in his eyes as he began grounding his knuckles. He felt that it was the least he could do at the moment.

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PT: I think I was a little hasty at the end -worries- Not that this was hard to write—I just have to vent out what I think about my dad :) What do you think?