Over the years, I’ve seen many siblings bond over their losses, only to watch the other one die. That had been the case for many, each bond special in some way, but I had never seen a bond quite like the one Luke and Lydia had.
Lydia Castellan was special. A demigod, or person, like her only came around once in a few hundred years. Of course, she was a teenager, and like all teenagers, she rebelled. You could find the young daughter of Hermes roaming the streets of New York, outside of the border of her safe haven at least once a week. She got caught more often than not, and Luke would always punish her in some way for it.
She wasn’t always like that, though. Lydia was merely a child, around 8 years old when she and her brother arrived at Camp Half Blood. You could hear her cries throughout the camp almost nightly. The heart wrenching screams broke everybody to pieces as the child screamed for her brother. Camp policy, which can’t be changed unless Apollo himself declares it, states that all new children must spend a week in isolation to see how they react to certain, often painful, situations. Apollo did make an exception for the dark haired girl, who was persuasive as Aphrodite with her words, and one of the best schemers to ever grace the Cabin of Travelers and Thievery.
Now, as I watched the little girl that I once loved dearly be dragged away by two of the most powerful demigods to ever exist, I knew that the sassy, spunky teenage girl that would be seen hoarding food at breakfast or training until she passed out, was gone.