𝐋𝘶𝘬𝘦 𝐂𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘯 ♡

It's a warm summer night at Camp Half-Blood, and it's late, around 2:00 a.m. There's a sharp knock on the window next to your bunk; all your half-siblings are fast asleep and don't notice.

A second knock is heard as you slowly get up and open the cold window; a figure rises in the darkness.

—"Hey, do you mind if I come in? I had another dream about Cronos."—

He was visibly trembling from terror and the cold forest breeze. Now that your eyes were starting to adjust to the darkness, you could make out Luke Castellan, covered in a thin layer of sweat, dressed only in sweatpants, his dark hair plastered to his forehead.