The Traitor
Percy Jackson x reader
Warnings: none... yet...
You weren't exactly sure why Luke choose you to be the first of the many half-bloods he would later recruit to awaken Kronos. All he'd said was you were the most powerful among any of your siblings, stronger than the average demigod and he could help in raising you to your highest potential, if only you joined him.
The offer sounded way too good to be true, since you were just a child of Hecate and the most powerful magic you've ever done was pulling a turtle out of Annabeth's Yankees cap (unintentionally though, you were actually planning on pulling out a bunny).
You knew it was a terrible idea to follow Luke, but he was like a brother to you, he looked after you with Thalia even before you all later found Annabeth.
But your loyalties we're to Camp Half blood.
When Percy Jackson was framed for stealing Zeus's master bolt, then later forced on a quest to retrieve it from the underworld, then poisoned by Luke when he was successful.
You knew what you had to do.
You weren't a hero.
You could barely hold a sword properly, but you felt it was the right thing for you to do. The only thing you could do.
Join Kronos's Army, play the part of the one who betrayed her friends, her family, Camp Half blood, betray Percy, all for her unending thirst for power, bare the title of a traitor.
All the while acting as a spy for Chiron and letting him and only him know of the happenings of the Princess Andromeda. Chiron was the only one who knew of the real reason of you joining Kronos, that was the way you wanted it to be because, the more people who knew, the more dangerous it was for you and everyone else.
True to Luke's word, he showed you your full potential, he taught you how to perform the greatest spells by harnessing recurring energy sources– the sun and moon. You went from being okay at card tricks, to being an unbeatable sorceress, a warrior, a weapon.
Fast forward four years later, a lot about you had changed, your skills, your personality, being a part of Kronos's Army and Luke's right hand man had hardened you, you weren't that sweet naive twelve year old any more. Not with the things you've seen and experienced.
But one thing never changed, your feelings for Percy.
You knew he hated you.
You knew he thought you to be a traitor like everyone else.
And you hoped, when all this was over, he'd forgive you. And maybe things would be back to the way it was years ago, if you managed to survive the impending war.
Maybe.
Maybe he could love you back.
A/N: my first imagine ^_^ please let me know how I did, but be gentle tho. Sorry it was short, twas some sort of intro.
If you want it to be a series of maybe four or five chapters just lemme know. I'll be glad to write more on The Traitor :-)
