Carry On, My Wayward Son
Time Frame: Anytime after Luke’s quest
Pairing: None
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“You hate someone whom you really wish to love…”
-Sri Chinmoy
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I hate him, Luke decides. I absolutely hate him.
What a stupid quest. What a stupid way to prove himself. What a waste of time.
Luke doesn’t understand. Why did Hermes send him on Hercules’ old quest? Luke bets they were pals back in the day.
He bets Hermes would rather have Hercules for a son.
He goes on a stupid quest, to get a stupid apple, and all he gets is that stupid scar. A forever reminder of all the times he’s been blown off and almost died, and only escaped by the skin of his teeth because he is strong and knows how to survive. Not because his father cares enough to help.
It’s as if nothing Luke ever does is good enough for him. Even though Hermes is his father, Luke has only met his father once. And during that meeting, every time he looked at Luke, his eyes held and expression of pity.
Sorry?
Luke clenches his teeth. Luke has trained and trained and trained to be the fastest, the strongest, the best swordsman for so many years, and his father looks at him, not with pride…but with pity.
Hermes. Stupid god of thieves. He stole Luke’s childhood from him. Stole his mother’s sanity.
Stole his only chance of a normal life.
But none of that matters now. Nothing matters now.
~fin~
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