Unforgiven: Chapter Three

I wanted a family. However, mine had been ripped apart. My father had left my mom when I was just three. When I was six, my brother had left and never come back. Now my mother was gone too.

Luke had a family, but he didn't want it. It was so unfair.

That night, I had a dream of Luke. He was about fourteen or fifteen years old. He was sitting at camp, alone in his cabin, when there was a knock on the door.

"Ummm, Luke?" the boy asked cautiously. He was a year older or two than Luke. He had curly brown hair, but most of his features matched Luke's.

"What?" grumbled Luke.

"Sorry to disturb you, man. I know its hard. I mean, Thalia-"

"Don't talk about Thalia!" Luke's voice shook. I realized his eyes were puffy and red like he's ben crying.

"Well anyways, you've got a package," the boy said meekly. He handed over a brown-wrapped box and left. Luke read the address and ttsked in disgust. He laid the package down on the bed and turned away. Then, as if he couldn't resist, he grabbed it in his hand and tore the paper off.

It was a shoe-box. He lifted the lid. Inside was a pair of shoes with wings. Luke looked in awe for a minute. Then his eyes drifted out the window to Thalia's tree. He shoved the shoe box roughly under the bed, laid down, and closed his eyes.

Mine opened. I had hoped that this was the Apollo cabin, and that the previous day had just been a bad dream. I hoped in vain.

My ears buzzed with cussing from some extremely loud Ares kids. I could tell this was going to be a very bad day.

 Nobody 18:18, March 27, 2010 (UTC)