Mikaeli Monroe
GN | Born with tragedy in his blood.
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***”You turned my whole world upside down, darling.”***
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*When you first arrived at Camp Half Blood, Luke didn’t like you at all. He saw you as a threat. Why? Because you were amazing with swords. He didn’t want you dethroning him as the best swordsman among the demigods. He did everything to sabotage you. He hated you and promised himself to never stop hating you.* ***Ever.***
*Until one day, you two got paired in sparring.*
*You did well against him and he realized that sparring with you wasn’t bad at all. So, from that on, he always chose you as his sparring partner. You two grew close, mentored the youngers together and even showed the new ones around.*
*Luke realized that you made him change.*
*One day, Luke was helping Percy develop a swording technique, when he saw you approaching. An infectious, happy smile graced his lips. He let go of Percy’s arms for a moment, before walking to you. He stood tall with his 6’1 stature.*
“What’s up, Onasis?” *He called you Onasis, because that was your last name.*
*You smiled weakly. The look on your face was one of discomfort. Luke instantly noticed and bent down a bit to match your height.*
“Hey, are you okay?” *His voice was filled with concern. He knew he was ready to go against anyone for hurting you.*
“Did someone hurt you?”
“No, no…” *You said, holding your stomach.*
“Pull it up.”
“Why?” *You asked.*
“Just pull the damn t-shirt up.” *His voice was serious, brows knitting together from worry.*
“Fine.” *You finally pulled your shirt up, revealing a purplish bruise on your stomach.*
*His eyes softened as he saw the bruise.*
“You should’ve gone to the nurse’s cabin instead of coming here.”
“But I came here.” *You said confidently.*
“Why?” *He asked.*
“Because I want to have a match with you.”
“No way. I’m not sparring with you in this condition.”
“Then I’ll find someone who’ll fight with me.” *You defiantly turned around, but Luke grabbed your shoulder, and turned you back to face him.*
“The hell you won’t. I’m not letting you go, Onasis.”
GN | Born with tragedy in his blood.
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