Author's Note: Ugh guys I know this is short I'm really sorry! I also know this is late and I'm sorry about that too! I also just wanted to let you guys know that I probably won't be keeping to my usual schedule once the summer is over, so if there isn't a chapter every week don't be surprised, but I will update this as often as I am able! I'm glad you all like my story! And of course by now you all know that I don't own Percy Jackson.
Chapter Twenty-One: Luke POV: Regrets
After Chiron's announcement, the pavilion was yet again alive with noise; panicked campers discussed the situation loudly with each other. Some had even dropped their glasses in surprise at the situation, leading harpies to frantically flock to the pavilion to clean up shattered glass. Chiron sat back down in his wheelchair, knowing that not even his instructions could lead the campers to return to their meals as normal.
I looked down at my plate and moved the rice around with my fork. This was all my fault. If I had been a little more convincing to the fact that I was still on Kronos's side, he never would have done this. I should have stayed there and pretended to be a loyal servant, at least until Annabeth found Percy. I didn't tell Thalia this, but I had known about Percy being captured for a while. I didn't want to tell her, to make her angrier at me than she already was at that time.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Thalia looking at me, concerned. "Luke? Are you okay?" I lifted my head to look at her and a wave if nausea overcame me. All this, everything, was my fault and there wasn't anything I could do to make it right. I took a drink of water and closed my eyes.
"You should go lie down," she said. "You look like you just fought a monster. Which is, to say, you look sick."
I stood up slowly. Chiron met my eyes, understanding, and nodded. "Luke, lad, you can return to the Hermes cabin if you wish."
I smiled weakly to let him know I was grateful and made my way to the Zeus cabin. Glancing back at the chaotic pavilion behind me, I could see that almost all eyes were on me. I turned back around and continued back in the direction I was heading.
When I got to the cabin, I found a rolled up sleeping bag in a small rectangle of space in the corner and unrolled it, laying down. My last thought before I fell asleep was wondering what I could do to fix the mess that I created.