Run
He sat in forest full of trees, not bright ones but dead ones. He thought he was serving a greater good but in the end he wasn't. He ran a lot, from his home, from the monsters, from his friends, even from the gods themselves but all things can't be escaped as he eventually fell down as a prey. So when the moon came up, he also came up, he stood tall with his blond hair blowing in the night winds of hell, he stood there looking at the golden lion's golden lion then all hell broke loose, he ran and ran but eventually he fell down on the ground and it burnt his entire body, he turned with blue eyes of fear looking at the lion and it screamed his name then attacked him. Ripping him to shreds and pieces, anyone would have died but for him, the pieces came all together and reformed him. For this was his punishment of his betrayal of both sides, he was tortured by the Lord of time himself, he was just one of many, he was Luke.