Luke Castellan was normal. For a son of the Ancient Greek god of thieves and stealing. He had Annabeth and Grover, and sure he had lost Thalia, but he visited her grave every night. At Camp Half-Blood, he had friends, he had a life! But that ended on the day he was called to the Big House.

"Larry, so glad you could make it!" Mr. D slurred. It was obvious that he had been drinking.

"Sir, my name is Luke, and shouldn't you not be drinking?" Luke asked tentatively. It was taking him a while to get used to the alcoholic god.

"Luke, Larry, same thing. Anyway, your dear ol' dad has given you a quest. So uh..." Dionysus tear ailed off, looking confused.

Chiron walked- trotted in. "He wants you to go to the attic, talk to the Oracle." The centaur said, prying the goblet of wine out of Mr. D's hand.

without a word, Luke went up the stairs, and into the attic. There, on a stool, sat the withered old Oracle. Almost as soon as he approached her, green smoke poured out of her mouth. She began to speak.

The theiving child a quest shall undertake

As he makes his way, the earth shall shake

Done once before, by a great hero

Godly rewards there shall be zero

But be warned, son of the thief

the beauty you shall meet has a knife in it's sheath.

With those final words, the mummy stilled. Luke, shaken, went down to where the two immortals were waiting.

"What's the quest?" Luke asked, already bitter. It had probably been done a billion times!

"Take the golden apples from the garden of the daughters of Atlas." Chiron said softly.

"HERCULES DID THAT! MY FATHER COULDN'T GIVE ME MY OWN QUEST?" Luke shouted.

"So will you do the damn quest, Larry?" The head of the camp asked, still in a drunken haze.

"Yes. Okay. Fine." Luke said, but there was an anger brewing in him as he stormed back to the Hermes cabin. Later that day, he set out on the quest.

Off to the garden he went, scowling and muttering. Annabelle had tried to talk to him. She had failed. He shrugged off Argus' offer of help.

When he got to the garden, a beautiful girl was laughing and singing. She danced around the garden, and Luke noticed things...he shouldn't have noticed. Trying to be discreet, he crept closer, but fell through the bushes.

"AAAH! Who are you?" The girl shrieked, shocked.

"Uhh..." Luke said, brilliantly.

The girl surveyed him, and her eyebrows went up. His cheeks pinking, Luke stepped closer.

"Well, introductions, are unimportant. There are...better things to do." She said suggestively. She grabbed Luke by the collar, and kissed him passionately. It wasn't long before it developed into something more...much more.

Turns out, the girl wanted something. To kill her sister. The girl was a demititan, a child of Atlas and a mortal woman. Luke didn't do it. He was brave, and because of it, he was cut in the cheek by that beautiful titaness. Needless to say, he returned to camp appleless and humiliated. He had failed a quest that had already been done. He was a joke.

That was when the whispers started. Kill the gods! What have they done for you? It said. Those whispers only got louder, louder. They became a poison in his mind.