The Ultimate Prophecy
Chapter Three.
A/N:Thanks to the few reviewers I have :) I FINISHED ALL THE PJO BOOKS. So immense! :) Now I need demigod files and the lost hero!
Luke Castellan awoke in a fit of cold sweats. He had been dreaming of when he was trapped underwater in the prison that had been fashioned to torture him. He cursed himself for not defeating the idiot son of Poseidon, and knows his powers will only increase.
Asteria.
She was different. She wasn't disgusted with him because he had stolen the Bolt, she actually had thought it was intriguing. He didn't know why he was thinking of the Metacrisis so late at night, but he felt some sort of attraction, some sort of pull to her. He knew for sure he didn't fancy her, and he certainly wasn't in love with her.
It was Thalia, always Thalia.
He stops himself from reminiscing upon their few weeks together, she's already gone and despite what he feels, she won't be coming back. It's not possible. He knows he should let go, for her death was what spurred him on towards bring down Olympus, what sparked his hate for the gods. He doesn't want a repeat of last month, when he stole something precious. He wants a peaceful summer, though he knows he will not get one. He must try and steer Asteria towards joining the Titans.
He gets up from his large brown bed, blankets crumpled from his parasite-like dreams, it's a far cry from sleeping on the floor in a water bubble, with only a thin beige sheet to keep him from the chills of the water. He sighs and grabs his trusty Abercrombie and Fitch hoodie, and heads out of his cabin in the direction of the lake.
It's a cold night for July, he thinks as he finds his usual spot by the lake occupied by another figure. He approaches, almost silently and startled she turns to meet his eyes mirroring the same reaction. He senses that something's not right about the way her bluey green eyes gleamed in the moonlight. They contained flecks of gold that he knew were a trait of her mother's godly parent.
He would have to hope that no one else would spot the trait and alert Chiron. That would the last thing he needs.
She speaks. 'What are you doing Luke?' she's looking at him, confused, and he realises that he's probably been standing there for a minute just thinking about his plan.
'Just need to clear my head.' he replies, sitting next to her.
'We all suffer from bad dreams, Castellan.' she sighs, creating miniature waves easily, all too easily. He looks at her sideways, as he realises something else in a short space of time.
She's reminiscing too.
He sits there, for Hermes knows how long. They sat there, silently reminiscing upon their what if's and moving on. Though Luke also thinks about how she would be useful in the final battle.
She comes out of her trance just as the sun begins to rise. She hurries back towards her cabin, as she wants to get some sleep in before the day's game of Capture the Flag.
She doesn't remember much about that night, bar one. She's let love slip right through her fingers, and nothing can bring it back. Not when your object of affection happened to just … disappear overnight. Yesterday she thought she saw his electrifying blue eyes and mop of brown hair flopping about. She smirks and knows that she'll never see him again. A part of her will always be in love with him, but she knows she can't keep pining, it's been well over six months now and she had the prophecy to think of.
Luke wakes up for the second time, and learns he's fallen asleep besides the lake. After his experience in the underwater prison, he's reluctant to be in water, but he'll never admit that to anyone. It's one of those things that you take to the grave. He runs to his cabin and steps right into the shower embracing the water for the first time after his ordeal.
It's 9 am and they're all standing in front of Chiron awaiting his signal for them to start playing Capture the Flag. He sees his half brother, Connor Stoll transfixed on a person, who didn't seem to notice his staring until she turned round to pick up her shield. He watches as she freezes, like she's seen a ghost but carries on calmly and runs in the distance from his brother as Chiron signals the start of the game.
He turns to face his brother, but he's run off in the direction towards Asteria. He waits a couple of milli-seconds, but sprints where he's guessing the red soldiers flag is hidden. He casts his eyes up to the trees checking if someone like Annabeth happens to be up there and spots a glimpse of red flapping in the breeze in the distance.
It turns out that Asteria had already found the flag, but she was pre-occupied duelling Percy again. He's shocked to see them actually use their powers against each other, as he witnesses Percy drench her with the water from the lake beside them. He pays more attention as she sends a blast of lighting back towards him and he stumbles, losing his footing. He joins the party, and together they force Percy yield. They lift the red soldiers flag together and it's then he notices Connor's gaze on Asteria, again.
This time it's not just him, but it's Percy and Annabeth as well. He receives nothing but glares from them, but they knew, something was up with Asteria who skipped the celebratory campfire in lieu of … well he wasn't sure.
Asteria's breath caught in her throat when she realised she didn't make a mistake, that it really was him in the flesh. Once again she sat by the lake alone.
Connor couldn't believe it when he was forced to leave Maine to attend some camp. He had finally plucked up the courage to admit his years of pent up feelings towards a girl who was as rare as a shooting star. He was heartbroken. He had put a firm ending to his months of pining after her, but seeing her in the flesh only brought up those feelings bubbling up to the surface yet again. He still loved her.
He was always worried his love for her would be his undoing, as he believed her to be a mere mortal, but he was glad she was here, Camp Half-blood, safe.