Drabble A Day Tumblr Challenge
Day Twelve
Characters: Luke Castellan, hinted Annabeth Chase.
He holds the blade designed to draw blood from mortals and immortals, and wonders if it will work on him when he's half and half. Everyone says it will, and it does, when he tightens his hands on the edge. Later does he realize that he doesn't bleed mortal crimson, or immortal gold.
It's always been a mix; like two sides of the same mirror.
Later he thinks it's two sides of the same blade; a half bronze, half steel blade that got tired of it's life and decided to bite back.
(Or maybe it just stabs in the back. He never really knew. He died knowing that he didn't understand his blade the same way he never understood himself; never knowing if he left to fight for somebody or if he just left, leaving a little girl alone to figure that out.)
He thinks that there's a reason why he was always cunning yet never smart. He just wasn't clever enough to figure that out, and just kept on running. Away or to somewhere else, he never really knew either.
He doesn't know much of anything, but Luke eventually figures out that knowledge isn't something he can boast about—if he doesn't know who he is, he probably never had the sense to figure it out anyway.
knowl·edge
n.
familiarity, awareness, or understanding gained through experience or study.