This is for the Forum Dawn(.)Justice and I have. Enjoy!
Write your least favorite character in your favorite scene.
Least Favorite Character: Luke
Favorite Scene: Camp Half-Blood
"There is a new Golden Age coming. You won't be a part of it."
And with that, Luke Castellan slashed his sword through the air and disappeared in a ripple of darkness.
It didn't take him far - just close enough to the edge of the woods near the cabins to look unsuspecting. Hopefully, he looked the part, otherwise he would be dead.
As the door to his - no, the Hermes Cabin - and the familiar messy layout was under Luke's feet he heard the horn blow that usually signalled dinner.
Thankfully, the cabin was already empty of it's residents as they either headed home for the winter or wrapped up on activities. It gave Luke peace to grab his backpack, stuffed with clothes and food.
The son of Hermes was about to leave when he felt a presence behind him, near his own wooden bunk bed. At first, he thought it was his master's thin spirit. Then he realized that it couldn't be.
Slowly, he turned around to face his father.
Hermes looked like a god typically would in front of mortals. If Luke was to squint, he would see the dried tear tracks that wove down his father's cheeks. He would see the red edges of his eyes, the way his hair was slumped to one side.
But through his anger, Luke saw none of that. All he saw was the father had abandoned him. No, less than that. All he saw was a useless god that was doing nothing, doing nothing to help his own children.
"What do you want, Hermes?" Luke spat, more than done with the gods' and everything they stood for.
Hermes didn't respond. He just continued to look at the son he had failed, time and time again. I'm sorry, he wanted to say. I love you. Don't do this.
But it wouldn't be enough. Hermes knew - Hades, most of the gods knew - that the Great Prophecy was being set into motion. And he couldn't stop it.
So, silently, he faded from sight.
Luke snorted in disgust. Screw you, 'dad', he thought, putting as much sarcasm as he could into the word dad.
Stepping around a worn sleeping bag, up in front of the bed that he had lived in for so long, Luke reached up to his neck. His hands grabbed the thin, rope-like cord that held six beads in all.
Then he dropped it on the bed.
Bye, Luke thought bitterly, before walking out of the cabin. There weren't many people out by the cabins this late into the afternoon - especially with the conch horn calling everyone to action - and Luke managed to get up to Thalia's tree without being questioned.
Then he ran down the hill and didn't look back.