I HAVE AN IDEA.
Ok, so this is for the Percy Jackson fandom. LETS DO THIS.
Luke wakes up coughing. Wait, when did it get so dark? The last thing he remembered was.... “Percy.” Oh shit. Right, he and Percy were fighting. After pushing open the shroud, he stood up, wobbly like his legs had been numb for an hour. Luke walked back to Camp Half-Blood, knowing full well he wouldn’t be welcome there. But how long had it been? A day? A year? What if he’d been... dead for longer than a decade? No, he couldn’t focus on that now. He needed to get back. After walking for gods know how long, he saw the ridge. There were a few changes, like the extra cabins and bigger space. But mostly it was still the same. Luke walked down the hill dreading what people would think. Luke Castilian, back from the dead. Huh. Who knew that could even happen? Of course the first person he ran into was Percy. The gods just hated him that much.









