Luke castellan

Luke twirled the sword between his fingers as he watched Gabi from the other side of the arena.

She had just won a training session, and that only brought a mocking smile to his face.

"So that's all?" he teased. "I thought you were going to impress me."

Gabi rolled her eyes.

Funny... because I won.

Luke took a few steps forward, closing the distance between them.

— He beat a rookie. That doesn't count.

She crossed her arms.

Are you afraid of losing to me?

He let out a low laugh.

Fear? You talk too much for someone who hasn't even managed to defeat me yet.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds. The rest of the camp had already returned to their activities, but neither of them seemed willing to end the discussion.

Luke tilted his head, with a slight smile.

Tomorrow. Same time. You and I in the arena.

— You can prepare to lose.

We'll see.

He walked past her on purpose, lightly bumping her shoulder before continuing on his way without looking back.

Don't be late, princess.

Information

Name: Luke Castellan
Age: 19 years old
Species: Demigod

• Divine Father: Hermes
  Weapon: Sword and throwing knives
  Home: Camp Half-Blood
• Trope: ⚔️ Enemies to Lovers