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Ajax Valis

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a character in “Camp Athens II”, as played by FeistyDeadlySins

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age: 21 | role: Son of Zeus | species: Demigod 】

Date Of Birth: 10/05/1995

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Stubborn - Protective - Strong - Leader

Behind his guarded tough exterior is a kind and caring man who would rather take the blame than allow someone else to suffer. He can be stubborn, but is sometimes able to be swayed by those he trusts and loves. He doesn't always like showing his softer side, though, as it makes him feel weak which isn't a good trait to hold when the entire camp expects him to be the leader they need.

He is known to be overprotective of his little sister which is obvious as to why. She is the only family member he has left besides Zeus, so he doesn't like to stray too far away, but he knows that he has to because he can't protect her all the time. That's just a part of life. He's just got to convince himself that she's not the little girl he once knew anymore - she's a grown independent adult.

He may be strong physically and mentally, but he has weaknesses just like everyone else.

He will only show emotion to those he trusts.

He doubts himself of being a good leader and is unsure of who he can trust half the time. Despite all that has happened, he still tries his best at being a good leader, a good friend, a good brother, and a good boyfriend. He still manages to fail, though, and struggles to swallow his pride. He doesn't like to say sorry when he's overstepped the boundaries and hurts those he cares most about, so when he does... you know for damn sure he means it.

Once people earn his trust, he is loyal to them until the very end.






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After their grandmother passed away from stage 4 cancer, their mother became seriously ill with so much grief, that Ajax was frightened it would eat at her until there was nothing left.
He placed her into a private hospital where she spent years recovering with highly trained doctors. He even raised Alex the best he could by himself and had to reassure her many nights that their mother was fine. Alex, of course, believed him, and for a second... Ajax felt as though it was a lie. Their mother hadn't returned home for several years, but when she did come back... Alex was no longer the child she once knew... she was becoming a woman.

Susanna burst into tears. She was so proud of Ajax for taking care of her. The three hugged for what seems like forever until Ajax handed a golden envelope over for her to read. It was time for him to go camp Athens, and that Alex would attend soon after.

It felt like he was losing his mom all over again. "I'll come to visit as often as they allow. I promise." and he did, but it wasn't as often as he hoped. Visiting them was putting them in danger, so the visits had to stop until it was safe again, but it never was.

His little sister had to attend the camp sooner than planned which just left their mother feeling lost. Luckily, though, she managed to find her own happiness not long after. She married their step-father in the months of fall which was a beautiful wedding.

But their happiness and love weren't meant to last long, the fates had seen to that.

Their mother drew her last breath, and all Ajax could think about was how much he had failed to protect her. His sister eventually lost herself, became vulnerable to Hades curse, and became the uncontrolled storm within the skin. Ajax tried his best to bring her back, but the darkness within her was rooted too deeply.

He yet again blamed himself, and as the trials of the Gods took his sister as a prisoner, he had to learn that it was her who had killed their own mother under the influence of Hades himself. Ajax hadn't recognized his sister for such a long time, but after that trial, once her name was cleared.... he could see that little girl she once was. Lost, and afraid. He took her by the hand and promised that he would help her because he still loved her.

The war at camp when the Gods had taken to their children's side to force back the titans, and the endless body counts that soaked the marbled steps of camp, was part of the downfall of his own insecurities, and his sister's strength. That fire she had inside of her, that storm that raged yet remained controlled had died out.

He needs to fix everything... starting with himself.




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Ajax Valis's Story

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She probably felt strong for him once, but now she had to run to her friend since Ajax lacked the love she needed. Losing her was cutting deeper than he liked to admit, but to her... he let her go like he didn't love her anymore.

Scenes of them together raced through his head like movie clips, and so did the imaginative scenes of her and Mason. If he hadn't lost anything before, he sure as hell had now.

But he didn't. He just allowed her to slip away. No wonder she couldn't stand to be around him anymore. She was still the most beautiful, kind, and loving person he had ever known and yet... he still allowed her to drift away from him.

Image More memories played out. He had placed his forehead to her own, her hand hooked around the back of his neck. As they both closed their eyes, Andy whispered for him to breathe with her. He placed his right hand to the top of her arm and stroked it as he copied her breathes. Slowly he began to quite down the anger that raged inside of him, all the pain he felt, all the blame for allowing so many lives last year to be lost. It as Andy who had helped to get back to being normal again, to forgive himself for all that he couldn't control. "I promise I will never leave you." she whispered. Ajax nodded a little before he titled his mouth up to hers to kiss her.

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For such a long time he always had a inkling that she preferred to be with Mason, that she was only with himself as Mason didn't want to be in a relationship at the time. This one girl, the daughter of Hecate had brought out feelings he didn't think he was capable of. Jealousy was the main one since Mason had been lurking around her.

Still, even now he felt grateful that he had even gotten a moment to share his life with her. She had caused him to be vulnerable around her, and that was something he didn't like. It made him feel weak, and powerless... but she had been worth it. He stuck by her until she just couldn't handle his constant back and forth of blowing hot and cold. He loved her still... that was evident.

Everything he had heard outside the infirmary, made Ajax walk towards them in no time. He couldn't hold it in any longer. 'Screw it', he thought. He had nothing else to lose.

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He took a couple of steps back and pushed up his sleeves. "I should have done that a long time ago." Ajax told him. He couldn't lie, it felt good to finally get his hands on him, but now he'd no doubt look as unhinged as his sister was. "I'm sorry... " he paused as he watched her in silence, cupping the right side of her face as his thumb stroked her cheek slowly. He dropped his hand, and as he walked away he swallowed firmly. He wanted to tell her how much he loved her, how much he didn't want her to let go of what they once had, for them both to fight for one another. But he needed to leave, he needed to get away.

She didn't need him afterall. She had already begun to move on. That sunshine she once was for him through the rain had died.

"We need to leave now." Ajax told his sister, who quickly grabbed her rucksack. Ares had planned to stay back for Duke, allowing both Zeus's children to leave since they could fly anyway.

The entire journey to Mount Olympus, Ajax couldn't help but wonder if Andy would ever forgive him. Especially now he had punched Mason and gave her some lame ass apology before he left. She probably didn't even know he had gone yet. Would she see him as a coward? Too weak to face up to his responsiblities, so he found it easier to run? But he wasn't running, he just needed to get himself and Alex away from it all to allow themselves to breathe, to take a step back and refind themselves. Especially his sister who had derailed way too many times.

Mount Olympus hadn't changed since their last visit during the trials, but it felt like they could both relax now. Here, they wouldn't be judged. Ajax let out a sigh. "We'll be okay." Alex tried to reassure him as she took hold of his hand and walked side by side toward the main temple where they'd find their father.





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"I didn't know I had options." The words temporarily stopped whatever train of though crossed Andy's mind. She kept her head facing her lap, but her gaze slowly drifted over toward him. Was she an option? Up until the night before, she never knew what was going on in Mason's head, and to some extent, she still didn't. She often thought the anger he often directed toward her stemmed from the thought that she could do better. But a large portion of that seemed to come from his hatred of Ajax, nothing more. But the kiss they shared changed everything.

Perhaps some of Mason's anger grew from somewhere else? A place where he saw her as more than a friend? Andy doubted that he considered himself as a better option compared to Ajax. Mason chastised her for being his friend and dealing with his shit nearly as much as he did about her being with Ajax. It was never easy knowing what he was thinking. He was an enigma, and unless he was plain with her, Andy often grasped at straws to get a sliver of an idea of how he felt.

When she mentioned just wanting him to find happiness, Mason smiled and reached over to take her hand. "Thank you." Andy returned his smile with her own before he continued. "Because I'm going to ask her to marry me."

Quickly, her smile turned to a sneer as her brows furrowed. Andy went to yank her hand away from him, but Mason's grasp tightened in a gentle squeeze. She looked back over at him to find the asshole grinning at, what he probably thought was, a clever joke. "You're such a jerk," she said with an exhausted laugh and a shake of her head.

"Andy, do Eve and I look like a happy couple?"

She was as good of a judge of that as Mason was of her own past relationship. "I... don't know. All I saw was her seemingly enamored by you." She shrugged her shoulders. "And the part where you mentioned spending the night with her." Andy sighed softly as she let her gaze drift toward anything but Mason. The thought of him and Eve having sex churned her stomach. But she said nothing. It wasn't her place. It was hypocritical enough for it to bother her the way it did.

"You haven't always been the easiest person to read. I know when you're upset," she laughed weakly. "You've never been scared to share that with me." The corner of her lips tugged back into a tight smile. "But, you've never told me what makes you happy."

"Honestly I think it will take a while until I'm even content with my life again." Andy saddened at the thought as her gaze fell to where he held her hand. She couldn't recall the last time he seemed happy.

For the past year she lived in a haze of depression and grief. It took her months to even pull herself out enough to realize a fraction of what was wrong or what she wanted. And in that fog she clung to Mason like a life line, yet didn't fully grasp his level of unhappiness. Some friend she was. Andy exhaled softly as her thumb lightly tapped his hand. "What would make you happy?" She asked before meeting his gaze.

After awhile, the heaviness of the conversation dissipated and Mason moved to his feet. He grabbed her bag and then offered his other arm toward her. "You ready to face the world again? This place is getting gloomier by the minute."

Andy smiled as she let out a relieving sigh. "I thought you were going to keep me on lock down until I recovered." She took a deep breath, preparing herself before she slid her arm around his. It took her a minute to get enough momentum to pull herself out of the bed with Mason's help. She felt like so wobbly, like one good gust of wind could knock her over. But she was determined to be ok. She wanted more than anything to be out of the infirmary. Even if that just meant bed rest in her own cabin while Mason, Daniel and Trinity worried over her like concerned parents.

They hadn't been walking long, or gotten very far with her slow poke ass, before Mason cleared his throat to continue the conversation. "Sorry for making you choose a side sometimes." Their paced slowed until they came to a stop and she looked over at him. "I know I've put you in some spots and it's not okay." To anyone else it might have seemed small, but to Andy, that made a world of a difference. Since she got to camp, she constantly felt like Mason and Ajax would constantly tugging at her, pulling her in different directions and forcing her to choose. It weighed heavily on her, for a long time. So, while it might have seemed like just another apology, it was so much more to her. She gave his arm a gentle squeeze and smiled in a silent 'I forgive you.'

Mason then leaned toward her, speaking softly into her ear. "I mean technically I've targetted Alex and all would be well if Ajax didn't get involved but...I shouldn't expect so much." She laughed softly while rolling her eyes and shaking her head. Of course, he couldn't leave it there.

Whatever smile might have been on her face quickly fell when she saw Ajax walking toward them sternly, with purpose. Andy felt her heart sink as he got closer and she saw the anger, and sadness on his face. One day. Just one day without fighting. That's all she wanted. But when he got close he didn't stop. There was no yelling or scolding. Without hesitation Ajax brought back his fist before throwing it forward right into Mason's nose.

The force sent Mason tumbling backwards and Andy along with him, until they both fell to the ground with a thud. Mason broke some of her fall as she half landed on him, but that didn't help it hurt any less as the collision triggered every sore muscle. She slowly sat herself up with weak arms that trembled under her own body weight. Once Andy managed to get to her knees, she looked over at Mason to see him bleeding heavily from his nose. "What the hell, Ajax!?"

"I should have done that a long time ago." Andy slowly closed her eyes as she exhaled. Her face showed the exhaustion and frustration at this endless feud that kept going in endless circles. "I'm sorry..." And then there was silence. She slowly brought herself to look up at him as she blinked back tears. Ajax lowered his hand to cup the right side of her face while his thumb stroked her cheek.

Then his hand fell and he walked away. Andy didn't move. She just knelt there in silence as she watched him walk away. Part of her wanted to call after him but she couldn't find the words. He was sorry? Sorry for what? For punching Mason? Not coming to see her in the infirmary? For taking his sister's side over hers? The questions flooded her mind but all she got was the retreating form of Ajax. And not once did he look back at her.

Andy looked back toward Mason. The sight of his bleeding and probably broken nose quickly brought her back to the situation at hand. "Oh gods," she gasped. She slide her hands under his head and gently lifted it off the ground. It took more strength than she cared to admit, but that was the last thing on her mind. She scooted closer and rested his head on her lap, keeping it elevated so he doesn't choke on the blood. Trying not to move him too much, Andy grabbed her bag from the ground. She pulled out the first piece of clothing she could find and gently pressed it to his nose.

After a long minute, she slowly moved her other hand cup the side of his face as she looked down at him. Andy blamed herself. Her emotions were all over the place. She didn't know how she felt about Ajax anymore and her new, more repressed, feelings for Mason confused her even more. If she wasn't a sinking ship that took everything down with her, this wouldn't have happened. "This is all my fault," she mumbled under her breath as a tear ran down her cheek.

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Iliana waited for Trinity to answer and thankfully she didn't have to wait long.

“His name's Liam and he is...capable of inflicting Sylas's injuries and worse.”

That wasn't a straight answer, but Iliana didn't press. It didn't really occur to her that this wasn't her business, she was just concerned for those around her. She would have thought about it more, but Trinity placed her hands around Iliana's arms and she instantly froze. She wasn't used to human contact and the last time someone touched her that she wasn't familiar with were her tormentors. Instantly she shuddered and shook a bit. She barely registered Trinity's words about staying away from Sylas. She also told her to trust her instincts, but by this point, Iliana had completely withdrawn within herself. Wes's voice soon penetrated her walls.

"It's not our business to share what's going on. The best advice I can give you is to lie low and not butt into other people's problems. Nothing good comes from it. It'll just drag you down with them. And people at here aren't fond of people trying to interject themselves into their shit. You're better off without all of the drama. Trust me."

Trinity added by not doing anything rash before letting her go. Iliana took a deep breath. She was glad she didn't do anything rash at that moment. She always feared hurting someone with her powers again. Turning to Wes, she heard him say that if she wanted to know still, to go ask Sloane. Iliana thought about that, but decided not to push it. Plus Sloane probably wanted to be alone right now. Soon she became distracted when Trinity kissed Wes. Blushing, she looked away. Living a sheltered life, she wasn't use to seeing such things. Hearing Trinity walk away, she looked back at Wes.

"I'm going to go try to fix some of this. Try not to worry yourself over it. Be happy this mess doesn't involve you."

With that, Wes waved and left Iliana. All alone, Iliana finally took the time to think about the situation as a whole. So Liam was capable of hurting Sylas. If Liam was anything like his sister though, that meant he had to have some decency to him, but also had a temper. Deciding she would follow Wes and Trinity's advice, she wouldn't try to find out more about the situation. They were right, it didn't involve her. However, she couldn't lie either. If someone was in pain, she would try to help that person.

Wondering what she should do now, Iliana started wondering and found herself heading for the infirmary. Looking up she saw Mason and Andy exit the building. It was a relief to see she was on her feet. But before Iliana could make herself known to the pair, she saw Ajax appear. Instinctively, she hid behind a tree, picking up Ajax's anger, even though it was faint from where she was. What she saw next caused her to gasp for Ajax hit Mason. He then approached Andy and cupped her face before leaving. Seeing Andy seeing to Mason, Iliana found herself following Ajax. Looked like he was heading for one of the cabins. This was probably his cabin. She wasn't surprised to see Alex there. What did surprise her though was the chariot and Ares. Soon the chariot left with the siblings, but Ares stayed behind. Her curious nature getting the best of her, Iliana approached Ares. The god always intimidated her, so she would keep this brief.

~Where are they going?~

Ares merely replied, "To stay in Olympus for a bit. That's all you need to know Iliana. Move along now."

Nodding, Iliana quickly left. She suddenly wanted to find her brother and Ethan. Problem was, she didn't know where they were. Maybe they were all the Hall now? They should have been done with their job by now. Decision made, Iliana started heading for the hall.

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Alone. She couldn't decipher if that was a vulnerability or strength. A strength because it gave him little else to consider outside himself and less to lose. A vulnerability because it was one-person verse the world. That wasn't to say he couldn't twist people onto his side temporarily then dispose of them. Then there was Sloane's indecipherable placement.
Evelyn was also stuck trying her best to convince herself her visit was mainly for the pursuit of knowledge and everything was a learning experience. For instance, she learned he was great in bed. Very valuable information. At least now she could be perceived as lesser because a true daughter of Nemesis would remain poised and never go that far with somebody so threatening.

“Rough night?” Pulling her out of her thoughts was Kei - Daniel. Evelyn's eyes steadily rose to him.

Something like that.

“Did you want a coffee?”

“No,” she insisted quickly. Almost too quickly. “No, thank you.” She already had her burst of energy.

Daniel didn't seem to take offense and instead carried on. “A few of us are going to train a bit if you want to join. Up to you. No pressure but you should definitely do it.”

She nodded slowly, a smile tugging at her lips. “That sounds good. I already exercised and tested myself this morning.” However, that wasn't to say she should miss an opportunity learning about her peers' capabilities. “I've got a few things to sort out, among them my appearance apparently but, if you're still training, I'll meet up with you and throw my hat in the ring.” Training would also make for ample opportunity to pay him back for his limitless alcohol stunt. Likewise, now presented opportunity but there were too many eyes in the hall. Besides, she needed to weigh on what kind of curse and punishment she should lay on him. Nothing harsh as such but perhaps something lingering and uncomfortable. Bothersome. Something that would affect his mind and behaviour.

Before he made his exit, Evelyn thought to caution the carefree spirit. “Daniel. You be careful with those two, don't underestimate them.” Evelyn gestured to the table from where he came. With that said, she smiled sweetly.

They weren't bad company or corrupt but one shouldn't lunge so blindly into company, spars and training. It may just leave him open to a rude awakening varying from an intense crush or a mean competitiveness.

She travelled to the bin, dumping her now cold untouched piece of toast then set way to her own cabin to adequately freshen up. Then maybe stay there, let events unfold and relax extensively, safe and cozy in her own sanctuary. The idea seemed increasingly appealing as she neared her cabin.





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Her initial destination was the med hut but Trinity was surprised to find the one she sought kneeling on the ground with Mason on her lap. She didn't know what to think or the foggiest clue as to what happened and how they ended up where they were. She ran over immediately and dropped by Andy, an arm automatically wrapping around her softly. “Hey, you okay? Are you hurt?” Trinity cocked her head to better see her friend.

It took a moment for Trinity to figure Andy was hurting but more in the mental sense. It always tolled on her more greatly than any physical pain. Meanwhile Mason was probably ruling in the latter department with his nose being such a mess. “What happened to you two?” Trinity knew they butted heads but Andy wasn't capable of such violence towards a friend. Not to mention she looked far too upset to be the culprit.

A quick glance around told her the likely story as she spotted Ajax's retreating figure. She growled sending daggers into his back. The bloody idiot. A large part of her wanted to chase him down and demand to know where his sense was. She was all but twitching to confront him actually but when two of her mates were in hell-ish shape, she couldn't leave them. Trinity pressed the side of her head to Andy's, letting her know she was 100% there for her. Or at least wouldn't cause more conflict for her.

She looked down at Mason next who Andy now naturally took upon herself to nurse. “You had one job.” In that unspoken job description was of course not to let Andy get hurt further or worry her. But the daughter of Ares wasn’t super mad about it and even if she was, the mother hen act could be spared.

She sighed out looking around again. It was probably better to tuck the two away than arouse the curiosities of other campers. Logic screamed to take the two back to the med hut where they belonged, but she knew how sapping that place could be and didn't have the heart. “Okay, come on,” she said beginning to stand. A hand gently nudged Andy upward, not forcefully, only a prompting touch, where Trinity quickly saw a demonstration of the damned condition her friend was in.

Trinity ducked under one of Andy's arms for extra support then gave Mason a hand until he was steady enough and got some of his bearings back. It was a bit of an awkward juggle to get them both on their feet plus the bag, but she got there. “Where did youse wanna go?”

When the destination was given, she carefully travelled with the two letting them dictate a manageable pace. She didn't offer any other words, happy to journey there in silence or just listen. Trinity only let the two go when they arrived and there was furniture nearby to rest on or maneovure themselves around if they really wanted. But Trinity let them know the wisest decision. “Sit. Water?” She headed to the kitchen without waiting for a reply and got them a cool glass each.

Well she certainly wasn't going to scrape for conversation or further explanations but there was a weight in the room. Something that needed to be talked about. Trinity couldn't hold her position long staring at Mason's crooked nose. She swiftly approached and it gave her a brief little thrill knowing this would hurt for a second. She placed her fingers on his nose and with a satisfying crack sound, realigned that bad boy.

She pulled up a chair, sitting on it backward rubbing her fingers together, eyes glancing between the two officially waiting for this elephant to be talked about. They probably knew and even she knew, she wasn't the best mediator. Wasn't known for patience and kindness and understanding but sometimes it helped just to talk about things. She talked to Wes about some things and felt better. Then again, that could have been one of those passive Aphrodite abilities. But she was what they had for now.

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Wes sat there in the silence, patiently waiting for Liam's response. Part of him hoped that his attempt at sharing wisdom would make it's way past the son of Ares's thick skull. But when he felt lightness in the air and even saw a smirk on the man's face, it took a bit of self control not to get up and walk away. Instead, he simply sighed and shook his head. Wes couldn't care less at that point if his frustration rendered or not. But he decided to be patient and see what Liam had to say on the matter.

"I just don’t understand what it’s like to not be like me. I don’t get people that let things happen to them. Those things never mattered to me because I just let the world eat the weak as it’s supposed to do. Then there’s Sloane, and she’s different to me. I don’t know… why she’s different. I do, but I don’t - you know what I mean." Wes contemplated interjecting his own opinion, but decided to remain silent and let Liam finish his thought before giving his own rebuttal.

He watched as Liam held out his hands, staring at them like weapons rather than appendages of his own body. "But I don’t know what to do for her without making her feel indebted to me, angry, or whatever. I certainly don’t need her to be scared for me. I’m a big boy, I can handle myself." He then leaned back crossing his arms over his chest, coming to the end of his own argument. "I guess you could say we’re one in the same. Our tiny worlds just opened up to something bigger. Who’d’a known?"

Liam's last comment took him by surprise, it was almost wise. His own chuckle brought a slight smirk to Wes's face for a brief moment. But he couldn't leave the conversation at just that. "So, what you're saying is... Because Sloane is weak, by your definition, the world should of had its way with her and that've been the end of it?" He asked. Of course, that's not what Liam meant, technically, but with his argument that's the way it sounded. "Has it ever occurred to you that strength is more than how much you can bench press? He let that sink in for a moment before continuing. No joking, just a plain expression on his face.

"You and I," Wes continued, motioning between the two of them. "Are strong... Physically. No one would deny that. And Sloane is stronger than the pair of us." He held Liam's gaze to show he was serious. "Someone hurts our pride, and we stomp off like a scolded child. And those are just words... Or maybe a shove in front of our friends." Liam didn't needed to say what Sloane did hurt his pride, he could feel it. And most of all, Wes was a guy too. Regardless of how comfortable they were with themselves, when a female shows them up in front of others, they're embarrassed.

"She has been dealing with her brothers verbal and physical abuse for... years, I'd assume. And she's not crazy, or suicidal, or begging for help. She took it and accepted it, because to her, that protected other people. So, while it's not physical strength, it's mental and emotional. And you and I both have the emotional fortitude of tissue paper."

Wes still wasn't sure if Liam would be able to wrap his head around that, but there wasn't many other ways he could have explained it. He sat there in silence for a moment as he went over what Liam had said once more, making sure to address everything... Or try to at least. When he came to his next point, he sighed and clapped his hands together softly. "Women will always get mad at us... for something. We always mess up somehow, someway... More often then not because we aren't mind readers and need shit spelled out for us. And you, my guy," Wes's lips pulled into a tight, apologetic smile. "Don't have as much game as you think you do, and definitely don't understand what women are thinking. If you plan to stay in Sloane's life, you'll have to accept that you'll piss her off a lot more."

Hopefully that didn't get him a swift punch in the face. Wes wasn't try to insult Liam or poke fun, but simply be honest with him. The son of Ares acted like he was the Gods gift to women, as most cocky men do... as Wes did at a certain point in his life. But Liam had the subtly of a freight train. He didn't know how to be gentle with a woman and damn well didn't know how to be romantic. And perhaps that wasn't his goal, maybe he was just trying to helpful, but regardless, his handling was rough and he needed to know.

"I don't know if you ever been in love..." Wes held up his hands to stop Liam before he started. "I'm not saying this is love. But love, or caring for someone, is irrational. I could be best friends with Zeus and still worry about his well being. Sloane knows you can handle yourself, and yet... She will still worry about you. That doesn't mean she thinks you're weak... It means she cares."

"Look," Wes sighed, as his hand raised to rub his head. "I'm not trying to tell you what to do. I'm just trying to help you understand maybe a fraction of what she is feeling." With that he shrugged his shoulders and leaned back against the tree. He had no clue if any of that got to Liam, but it was the best he could do.




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"Why are you sorry?" The red head asked with a cocked head, while the woman that accompanied her vanished. "Being sorry for interrupting because you were in the area makes so sense. I really wish people would quit apologizing for uncontrollable actions..."

"Habit," was all Sloane managed to respond with. For most people that was the polite thing to do. If they stumbled upon what seemed like a private moment they apologized, even if it wasn't an accident. But Sloane's finishing school antics didn't look to be in similar company with the red head. She came off blunt, and honest to the point of being offensive and unbothered. Not that it overly bothered her, Sloane had more on her mind than worry about the way one girl she never met treated her.

The red head began to collect arrows, which Sloane took to be the end of their very short conversation. She started to take a step back in the direction from where she came when the girl spoke up again. "It was just my mother. You know - mother-daughter talks and such. I say that she’s a bit too late for that, if you ask me!" Then she laughed, although it didn't sound like it was due to some great joke, but the irony of it. Sarcasm or humor as a defense mechanism was common.

"Name’s Rae, by the way. Artemis’ biggest mistake. She’s far too kind to admit it, but I am hugely too flawed for one to even assume that I am her spawn. Who would you be?"

Sloane took a moment before parting her lips to respond, but Rae interjected before a sound was able to escape. "Wait - wait. Let me guess, hmm? I’m kind of good at this."

She let her mouth close as she cupped her hands together in front of her. Sloane decided to humor Rae, she'd be curious to see what conclusion the girl came to. Based on her own knowledge of... well, herself, Athena would be her assumption, or perhaps Hestia. Yet neither of those crossed Rae's lips. "I can see that you’re an Ares child."

Sloane was so surprised by that comment, she actually snorted. She quickly brought her hand up to cover her mouth as she chuckled for a good moment. "No. I can't fight to save my life." She let out one final laugh before deciding to introduce herself similarly to Rae. "I'm Sloane. Reluctant protégée of Eris."

"I’m going to go eat. Did you eat yet? It looks like you could stand to eat a little more..."

Sloane looked down at her waist as Rae made a gesture at how skinny she was. She contemplated the offer for a moment, even looking in the general direction of the cafeteria, or where she assumed it was anyway. Sure, she could mope around all day in the woods, which would do nothing but make her more angry or feel more guilty. Plus, the mention of food made her stomach growl. It had to be about lunch time at that point and she could definitely go for some food. "I had breakfast a couple hours ago. But I could go for lunch."

Once Rae turned and headed toward the mess hall, Sloane hesitated a moment before trailing after her. Neither one of them seemed to be in a particular hurry and she was fine with that. It gave her more time to clear her head and digest everything that transpired. She also tried her best to wipe whatever tear residue remained away from her cheeks and appear like she hadn't just been crying.

Unfortunately for Sloane, luck did not seem to be on her side that day. As they traversed the woods and grew closer to the center of camp, a feint male voice could be heard ahead. She thought about turning around or diverting, but she wasn't leading, and soon enough Rae ended up leading them right towards it. Sure enough, sitting before them was Wes... and Liam. Sloane stopped dead in her tracks as she looked between them. It gave her one of those sinking feelings like when you walk into a room where everyone was just talking about you.

She had been standing there too long not to say something, or it would get awkward... It was already awkward. Sloane blinked and swallowed before managing to find her voice. "Wes. Liam." That was enough and she had zero desire to stick around and chat. Without caring about personal space, Sloane took a hold of Rae's arm and tugged her along as she lead them away from the pair. This time her steps were quicker, determined to lead them away before either one of the guys could manage to sit up and follow after them... hopefully.

Once they reached the center of camp, with the mess hall in sight, she released Rae's arm with a sigh. "Long story." That wasn't much of an explanation... at all, but it was something. Sloane resumed walking toward the cafeteria at a more leisurely speed, only to stop after a couple steps and turn back toward Rae. "Uh, sorry... For just dragging you along." She then gave the best half smile she could manage before continuing on towards the hall.




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Mason's hand moved to rest atop her own that cupped his cheek. "It's okay," he tried to assure her, but it didn't do much. After a moment or two, he tried to sit himself up and Andy aided what she could. But his effort didn't last long before he fell back into her lap. "Shit, sorry. Are you alright?"

"It's ok. I'm fine," she tried to reassure him in return. As Andy knelt there, she tried to figure out how the hell she would get them both out of there before a bunch of unwanted campers stumbled upon the scene. She couldn't very well help him up while keeping herself stable. Maybe a little bit of her powers... just a smidge. Something so small Mason wouldn't notice and it wouldn't take too much out of her.

Before she had the chance to do anything, another person dropped down beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Andy looked over noticing it was Trinity as she spoke, "Hey, you okay? Are you hurt?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Andy nodded her head, while wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, trying her best not to get Mason's blood everywhere.

"What happened to you two?" It wasn't until Andy heard a growl come from Trinity, that she noticed what she was looking at... The culprit. For the time being she was focused on Mason rather than answering the question. It could wait a minute. And while she knelt there watching Mason in pain and bleeding, Trinity pressed her head gently against hers, a silent way to show her support, something that Andy greatly appreciate.

"You had one job," Trinity scolded Mason.

"It's not his fault," Andy said as he grimaced before sitting upright, keeping his back to them. "Mason has been with me all night. Even got me out of the infirmary. Ajax just showed up and punched him."

Trinity sighed. "Okay, come on." First she helped Andy to her feet, slowly and gently. One of the blonde's arms slid under hers for support before she helped Mason to his feet and picked up the bag. Andy had no idea how she managed it all but she didn't question it. After Mason gained his bearings, she felt his hand gently stroke her back reassuringly. "Where did youse wanna go?"

"Her cabin."

It didn't take too terribly long for them to reach her cabin. Trinity refused to release her hold on either one of them until they were near the foot of Andy's bed. She ordered for them to sit and while Mason listened, Andy slowly walked over to the bathroom. She turned on the faucet and began to wash his blood from her hands. All the while, trying her very best not to look up at the mirror. She was almost certain she probably looked she was hit by a car... She didn't need it confirmed.

Once finished, she grabbed one wet cloth and another dry one before rejoining them. Just as Andy stepped back out into the room there was a nasty crunch as Trinity snapped Mason's nose back in place. "N- Jesus!" She winced slightly, the sound enough to churn her stomach.

Andy made her way over to the foot of the bed, taking a seat beside Mason. "Here," she said softly as her right hand softly took ahold of his jaw and turned his face toward her. With the wet wash cloth Andy began slowly and gently wiping away the dried blood from his face. Her heart sank a little at the sight of his nose already bruising, the purple and blue spreading a little under his eyes. She hesitated for a moment before continuing and ran the rag along his lips. Her gaze briefly shifted between his own and his mouth. Andy shouldn't have been thinking about the night before, there were far more important things that could plague her mind. Yet as she brushed away the blood from his bottom lip all she could think about was the closet.

She inhaled softly and diverted her gaze before she had a chance to blush or make her self look even more ridiculous. While looking away Andy made sure to clean his hands before offering him the clean dry towel. "In case it starts to bleed again." She gave a weak smile and moved to her feet, taking the dirtied rag into the bathroom.

Andy tossed the bloodied cloth into a dirty clothes basket with a sigh. And as she stood there for a moment, she allowed herself one begrudged look at the mirror. It wasn't as bad as she expected... She had Cherise to thank for that. Mostly she look exhausted and feeble. But no scorch marks or wounds. Just weak, like a battery drained of it's life.

She sighed and stepped back into the room where there was still a heavy looming silence. But it seemed the moment she locked eyes on Mason, he took it upon himself to break that silence. "You know you've heard it a thousand times but the Valises are assholes. Did everyone but him see Alex send a thousand volts through you." Andy began to take a step forward and part her lips, but he held up his hand to stop her and continued. "I’m just saying it’s a bad move. Sure, he's thought about you and cared about you, second. I've always thought you've settled for less than you deserve."

Andy's fingers fidgeted as she waited for her chance to speak. "No, you're right," she agreed as she crossed the room and resumed her seat on the bed beside him.

Mason sighed as he looked over at her. She could sense his... compassion? Gods, she hoped it wasn't pity. She already hated that she was a burden to both of them. She didn't want their pity too. Her gaze fell to her hands as Mason's arm wrapped around her and he placed a soft kiss upon her cheek. "I'm sorry this has all happened to you," he whispered into her ear. Did he mean the fight with Alex? Ajax? Himself?... Maybe it was a bit of all of it.

She let herself sink into his hold slightly as she looked between him and Trinity. "It wasn’t always bad, you know?" Andy admitted to them both. "I don’t think it got bad, or I ever really noticed it, until Alex became… unhinged. He was so focused on her and I… had my own problems." Then it all just started coming out. Like a dam was broken and everything that was bottled up in her flooded out. "Daniel’s death, the underworld… and I felt like everywhere I turned there was fighting. You and Ajax… you and me."

For a moment she grew silent. Andy's fingers tugged at the hem of her shirt. "Gods did we fight a lot... I don’t think we could go a day without arguing." She began to move her hands like weighing the different arguments. "You were mad at me because I spent the night with Ajax. I was mad at you because you slept with Eve. We both thought each other deserved better and…" Her voice trailed off.

Was that it? Was it all that simple the whole time but either of them had been too stubborn to see it? All their arguments and fighting simply because they thought each other deserved better? Or was it more than that? Part of her always felt that a piece of it was jealousy. But it wasn't like Mason ever let anyone know how he felt unless it was anger... the one emotion he was more than happy to share. Andy wanted to ask him, but part of her knew she'd never get a straight answer, and if she did it wouldn't be while Trinity was there. But maybe, just maybe this all at least meant the fighting would stop... For now at least.

"Ajax and I might have fought more, but we were barely around each other," Andy continued hoping to sweep her previous comments under the rug. "Alex took every waking moment of his attention while I waited around for him. It was exhausting… constantly putting him first without receiving a fraction in return."

And with that comment, her eyes widened slightly. Andy sat upright, putting some distance between herself and Mason as the realization sunk in. "I’m sorry… I’m no better than him. He put Alex first, I put him first and you put me first… I’m your Ajax. Jesus." She sighed. Her elbows rested on her knees as she buried her face in her hands. No tears, she's shed plenty of those. Just disgust. Disgust with herself.

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Image Turned out he had to be a lot more watchful of his mischievous arrow shooting partner. But in true Daniel fashion, it just made him dig her more. From every cheeky comment and stray arrow.

The session led them to discuss the mysterious nameless friend as they wandered around the place retrieving arrows. Rae. Who was icy but an apparent care bear to the best friend which he only just heard. "Don't tell her I said that. She has an image she likes to keep." Cherise added. He raised his head in time to catch her wink and he chuckled, placing his finger over his lips. Why did Rae strike him as the interrogative best friend? Probably because she was super blunt about safewords in Seven Heaven so she wouldn't pull punches with his shenanigans.

His partner remarked on the time causing Daniel's eyes to go skyward. He smiled to himself and Cherise reappeared by him also observing the lack of activity and drama in the day. "It's different," he remarked. "I guess time flies when you're having fun." He hated to think how the rest of the poor souls spent their day. Like, if your life wasn't at all in threat with a beautiful woman, what fun was the day? How could they kill time?

In his case, he wasn't quite ready to end the day with Cherise.

There was the lightest brush against his hand as they walked, making Daniel look down to her fingers slipping between his. The faintest smirk crept across his lips and he gave her hand a gentle squeeze. While she seemed more absorbed in the scenery as the sunlight faded, Daniel was observing her own features before adopting her outlook to a camp he had walked through a million times. Both were beautiful and undersold.

"Do you feel better now?" Her voice brought him back to reality. He hummed in question not quite getting her meaning. "Now that you got everything off of your chest? It might sound crazy, but I felt like you were avoiding me last night. I might have been a little on the jealous side when I saw you with that pretty redhead."

Daniel inclined his chin in sudden understanding. "Aaah yes. Avoidance was my awful strategy. But I feel better. Less silently guilty and anxious about how to tell you my whole debacle." Then he nudged her because he couldn't help himself. "Only a little jealous?" He couldn't totally discredit Evelyn's looks nor downplay their bonding. But if it had been with Cherise, it would have been different. "You know I was thinking - and wanting to approach you before the bottle chose you for me. Maybe it knew what was best for me and that was a little dose of Cherise." He laughed at his convenient chances. Really it could have landed on any other demigod that simply wasn't the one he needed to have closure with. Even if closure wasn't entirely what happened in the closet.

He wasn't sure who was leading who in the end but they came to a lovely opening and scenery. Even Daniel smiled at the overlook, only shifting when his partner shrunk down to lay on the grass. He smiled and followed her example, laying back on some comfy earth with her and just behaved for once and took it all in.

"It's so nice to have a slow day."

"I wouldn't get used to it." He didn't say it to be a mood killer or pessimistic, only address a reality. He turned to look at her, being met by a classic endearing and contagious smile from the daughter of Apollo. His hand hesitantly reached for her cheek, caressing over it with a few fingers. Then he leaned in, slow and patient like, to peck the tip of Cherise's nose and he beamed.

"You know there's a common misconception of mine that days have to be upbeat to be good. But I didn't mind spending it with you. Even when getting shot at." They were words that rarely departed anyone's mouth. But there was a first time for everything.

They laid there together. Sometimes in comfortable silence. Sometimes exchanging words. Daniel was reluctant to bring their time to a close. Before it could end, he rested up on an elbow turning his whole body towards Cherise and went for what he wanted. He slowly leaned in again, giving her ample time to move or retort if she didn't want anything. There were only few reasons somebody invaded another's space bubble in such a beautiful place. His lips brushed over hers. An innocent graze.

"Let me walk you to your cabin." He flashed her a smile and climbed to his feet before offering her a hand. It wasn't his first choice to say goodbye but it was the right thing until they built up a little more trust and knew more about one another. And hey, he got to know where her cabin was now.

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He knocked on the Valis entrance. Why in the morning did he crave some Valis interaction, he couldn't pin. Alex had issues. Ajax had issues. But somewhere he still regarded them as not hateable. Maybe even friends still. Only for no turd to open the door for him. There wasn't even a hint of life inside. Oooh The night of the party Ajax mentioned passing the torch cause they were doing some Zeus related stuff.

Daniel leaned back, checking the surroundings and over his shoulder and smirked. He held his hand out over the lock and heard a satisfying click. Oh if only those Valises had an ally that thrived in magic, the place could be an untouchable fortress. He wasn't sure what he was looking for in particular, but it turned into some aimless snooping and wandering. Including Alex's underwear draw because he wasn't an idiot to miss that opportunity. "Ohh nice," he remarked upon rifling through some lace panties and ones that didn't quite cover the whole cheeks. He cackled to himself.

Daniel left things neat but not quite as they were just to stir a reaction from the two and see what rumour would spread from it. Daniel hummed an 80s tune as he wandered to the cupboards. Well stocked. Naturally. Enough to bring a grin from ear to ear and whip himself up a little something. Maybe he'd leave some dirty dishes for them too.

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Sloane didn't know what was worse, the trial or fighting. The Gods weren't perfect, nor did everyone like them. But yelling at them was just stupid. They were naive to think that they would idly sit by and accept such disrespect. That's not how you talk to a God... hell, that's not how you talk to your elders. Liam's words only stirred the already chaotic pot that was the arena. So much, that Poseidon hardly let her take her seat before using her as an example.

"You see that! You see what your anger and lack of control has accomplished. The girl you fought so valiantly for... won't even look at you." If it was possible to close in on one's self, then Sloane was doing it. Her arms crossed tighter over her chest as her body turned away from the prying eyes of the crowd. When would this be over? Gods did she just want this to be over.

She relished in the silence while it lasted, but it was short lived. Whether or not she agreed with what was being said, Sloane found herself wincing as Rae stood up and began to scold them like Liam did. It scared her. She didn't want to be punished further for other people's actions, and part of her was tempted to tell them all to shut up because they hadn't been in the illusion yet. They didn't know how truly horrible it was. Running their mouths could only make things worse and Sloane didn't want to know what worse was.

Her jaw clenched at Poseidon's threat. While the prospect of a month in Tartarus was daunting, Sloane couldn't help but be the tiniest bit relieved that he only geared that threat toward the perpetrator, and not the entirety of camp. She wouldn't fair well in that pit, nor would she go peacefully if Liam's fat mouth got her put there. She did her time for whatever crimes she did or did not commit, and she'd be damned if someone made it worse for her.

When Rae finally went through the archway, Sloane found herself to be a small bit curious. Before everything unfolded, the girl was a nice person to have a conversation with. Someone she thought she could befriend over time. While Rae's outburst didn't deter that, per se, it did make Sloane the smallest bit sour toward her. And even with that sourness, Sloane still grew uncomfortable watching the girl struggle through fire and smoke to try and reach her friend, only come up short.

None of these became easier to watch. Each of them disturbing and uncomfortable in their own right. It was one thing to watch scenes like this unfold in movies or books, but when it was people you know suffering a traumatic event that is real to them... It was terrifying. Sloane didn't know how she could still be so rattled by her own trial, yet sympathize for those that followed after her. The day only seemed to be getting longer and more terrible with each passing moment.




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While others grew uncomfortable as Liam shared his two cents with the Gods, Sylas found himself fighting a smirk. Of course, the oaf was pretty spot on with his accusations. The Gods were shits. Arrogant, hypocritical shits. But he, at least, had enough sense not to say it to their damn faces. It was asinine. How could someone be stupid enough to say that to a God? Well, Liam was. And while every word that dripped from his mouth painted him in a worse light, it only reaffirmed that he was the instigator and Sylas was the victim. Liam was digging himself a hole that just kept getting deeper and deeper, and the funniest part was Sylas didn't do anything beyond sit by and watch.

Poetic, in it's own weird sort of way.

Sylas didn't know if he was happy that Liam got silenced or sad that he couldn't continue to dig that hole deeper. But either way, he wasn't put out when it came to watching more trials unravel before him.

Daniel was the next to step forward. Sylas didn't particularly know much about him, beyond the fact that Andy was wildly protective over her brother, and he made eyes at Evelyn during the party. Sylas never claimed Evelyn was his, nor did he blame another man for appreciating an attractive woman. It still made him the faintest bit jealous, although he would never admit that. But whatever envious thoughts filled his mind quickly left as he watched the man die before him. And while, he would think that would be the end of the scene, it wasn't.

It all had some strange familiarity of deja vu, although Sylas himself knew nothing about it. Daniel wasn't playing out a scene for the first time, but almost seemed to fear something he already experience. Death. Now that was a new one. Sylas never knew someone who died and came back. Camp's very own Lazarus. And sad enough, that proved to be the most interesting part of the demigod's trial. The rest played out in a boring, predictable pattern of everyone forgetting him after he was gone.

Then, more angered shouts at the Gods. This from an attractive red head he hadn't gotten the pleasure to get to know. He made a mental note to speak with her at some point. But even when he didn't mean to draw comparisons between Rae and Evelyn, his mind drifted down that path all on its own, while the sounds of bitching faded to white noise. Rae was pretty, but that mouth of hers was quite obnoxious, at least for his first taste of it. But she still lacked that je ne sais quoi that Evelyn had, that intrigued him.

Whatever other fleeting thoughts might have plagued his mind vanished as Rae stepped through the portal and managed to regain Sylas's attention. The trial was simple, but painted the woman's fears plainly. Fire, the loss of a dear friend, and uselessness. Quaint, simple and so easy to toy with. He hadn't quite made the decision if he wanted to torment the girl... or stimulate her. But he was never one to turn down knowledge, especially the useful kind.

And then, Evelyn was called forward. Sylas found himself leaning forward in his seat with greater anticipation than he had for any of the others... even his sister's. He sat and watched intently. He wasn't entirely sure what was going on, but when the man pulled out a gun and held it to Evelyn's throat, Sylas's whole body tensed. He had to keep telling himself it was just an illusion... yet, it still made him uneasy. Gods why did this woman vex him so? He couldn't turn his eyes away or fight the churning in his stomach at the low life before her. And when it was over, he found himself relieved. Evelyn's trial only seemed to leave him with more questions than answers, but his interest only seemed to grow.




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Mason could tell she was frightened. Andy was never particularly good at hiding it. "It's ok," he whispered, trying to reassure her.

She nodded her head, trying her best to not be so scared. But then Poseidon called forward the next demigod... Daniel. Hearing the God say his name all but knocked the wind out of her. Andy's heart sank. She watched, reluctantly as the war from last year played out before them like a nightmare. She knew this dance. She saw it all a year ago. Yet, she found herself still hoping... hoping Daniel would turn around fast enough to stop the blade. But he didn't...

It pierced right through him and Andy buried her head in Mason's shoulder. Tears filled her eyes as she heard Daniel's weak plea for her before breath left him. Memories of her frantically trying to save his life played on repeat in her mind. She couldn't bring herself to look until she heard his voice again. "I'm still here, you're not alone... Hey, no, no, whatever voodoo you're doing, stop."

It was strange... seeing herself. Andy watched, squinting her eyes to try and make out what the illusion of herself was doing. Once she realized, she wanted to call out, to tell herself to stop. But she didn't. She just sat there frozen as her doppelganger wiped Daniel's memory from existence. "Oh Gods..." she whispered, bringing her free hand up to cover her mouth. How could she feel such guilt for something she didn't do? Andy didn't understand, yet it instantly began to weigh so heavily on her.

Andy didn't move her eyes from her brother, as he slowly made his way back to his seat. I should wait. I should give him sometime alone, she kept telling herself. But she couldn't. She gently squeezed Mason's hand, before whispering softly in his ear. "I'll be right back."

She waited until Rae finished arguing with the Gods, and her trial began before she got up. Andy moved quietly through the stands and took the seat directly behind Daniel. She waited a moment before leaning forward and wrapping her arms around him. Her cheek gently fell to rest upon his shoulder as she just held him, for as long as he'd let her. "I'm sorry," Andy whispered an apology for something she didn't do. "I love you," a tear rolled down her cheek as she spoke quiet enough that only he could hear. "And I thought about you every single day that you were gone... So did mason."

Andy's arms tightened around him slightly. She had to make sure he knew that. No matter what. "I will never ever forget you... The memories we've shared are far too precious and I wouldn't trade them for anything." She then raised her hand to wipe away his tear with her thumb. Then placed a soft kiss on his cheek. "Ok?"




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To say that Wes didn't like this, was an understatement. He could feel the tension, unease and fear that carried the weight of a tsunami. It was palpable. Nor was it aided by people with big mouths like Liam or the feisty red head. That wasn't to say he agreed with the Gods' methods, but angering already angry Gods seemed like a really really bad idea. He would curse them all later, sure. But not here. Not to their faces. And definitely not before he had to go through that damned portal. His goal was to make this as quick and painless as possible... Which, to be honest, neither were possible. But that didn't stop him from trying.

So, like a good boy, Wes sat and he watched. None of the trials were easy to watch, regardless if he was well acquainted with who was being displayed before them or not. No one liked watching other people suffer... Or, no sane person anyway. Especially not someone who was more empathetic like himself. He could feel everything they did and all he wanted to do was give them all a hug. But... that might be weird coming from a guy they don't know, who was half naked.

Then... hell. "Wesley Preston. Please step forward."

Wes wanted to stay brave, not for himself but for Trinity, who already seemed on edge. He gave her hand a squeeze and flashed a reassuring smile. "I'll be right back. Ok?" he whispered, before placing a kiss on her cheek and then standing.

On most occasions, Wes wouldn't be too bothered being caught in the middle of camp in just his pajama pants. The important parts were covered and, after all, he was a child of Aphrodite. So, it wasn't like the view was appalling. But they were already being stripped naked before everyone by showing the things that frighten them the most... He didn't want to be half naked while doing that. Plus, for the first time, possibly ever, he felt a bit embarrassed. Sure, most people at camp knew he lost his arm in the battle the year before. But there was something about broadcasting it to the world as he descended the stairs, bionic arm glistening in the sunlight.

He stopped just before the archway and took a deep breath. Wes allowed himself one more look toward Trinity, to give him strength, before he stepped through.

Suddenly it was night and the camp was in an uproar. Demigods ran back and forth passing around weapons, fortifying the circumference of the field, and hugging their loved ones in a brief farewell. Wes, swerved through the crowd dodging shields and spears as he made his way up to the main hall.

Deja vu. It was like last year's battle all over again. There was a pit in Wes's stomach as a phantom pain pinged in his absent right arm. His gaze fell to the metal gears and cogs as he clenched his fist. Not again. He wasn't going to be the victim again.

Wes pushed his way through frantic demigods and rushed into the main hall. Inside, the more predominant camp warriors stood around as Ajax began addressing them like a Centurion preparing his men for battle. "—We've never fought an enemy like this before, so we all need to remain alert and agile. Stick to the plan. If someone falls..." His voice trailed off. The silence saying what he knew. We had to leave them behind.

"Ok. Liam, Trinity, Alex and myself will be frontline offensive. Hitting it with all that we got. Andy and Daniel. I want you two to flank it and catch it unaware. Mason—" Before Ajax could delegate a role for Mason, he turned away followed after Andy and Daniel as they left. Even in battle he didn't seem keen on following the son of Zeus's orders. Ajax kept giving orders to the demigods, until everyone was dispersed aside from Wes, Alex and himself. Without a word, the siblings started to head toward the exit, preparing for battle.

Just before Alex stepped through the door, Wes caught up to her and gently grabbed her arm to stop her. "Hey, wait!" She turned around with a slightly disgusted sneer on her face, looking down at his hand. "What about me?"

"What about you?" she responded, not seeming to catch his drift.

"Where do I go?"

"I don't know. That's not my problem." She shooed him away. "Go help in the med hut or something."

"Med hut!?" Wes said surprised. He then walked around Alex to stand before her. "I'm not going to go sit and wait to help the wounded. I want to fight. I can fight!"

"You're not my problem! No one wants to have to look after your ass and their own. Do you remember the last time you tried to help?" Alex waited a moment for Wes to respond, but he had nothing to say. He just stood their, silent, as Alex spoke to him like he was a thorn in her toe. "You lost you're arm and took one of our best warriors away from the battlefield. You are a burden and a nuisance." She shrugged his hand off her shoulder. "Just stay out of the way and try not to lose you're other arm." With nothing more to say, Alex turned and left the hall.

"Alex?!" Wes called after her confused. But he didn't follow. He remanded standing their, dumfounded. He knew he wasn't the best warrior, but that never stood in the way of people encouraging him before. Yet, there he stood like a scolded puppy. He wasn't going to stand by as those he cared about fought the battle for him. He couldn't.

He hurried outside and scanned the scurrying demigods for yellow hair. Wes pushed his way through the crowd grabbing the shoulder of the first person with long blonde hair. "Trin—" As he turned them around, he realized it was Heath rather than the daughter of Ares. "Eh... Sorry." He released the male and kept shoving his way through the horde, grabbing anyone with golden hair that he could find.

The crowd of demigods seemed to be thinning as Wes grew closer to the perimeter. Standing by the barricade, was Trinity. Just as he took a step toward her and parted his lips to say her name, someone else called out. "Trinity!"

Theo came out of the group of campers and ran over to her. He took her in his arms. Then... before Wes's eyes, he placed a deep and lingering kiss on Trinity. Wes froze where he stood, his heart sinking to a pit in his stomach. He wanted to storm over there, rip Theo off of her and deck him. But he didn't. He remained still, his expression falling and his purpose for seeking her out in the first place fading from thought.

The pair shared their embrace for what felt like an eternity before pulling apart just far enough to look into each other's eyes. "I love you." The words stung, sharper and more piercing than anything Wes had ever felt before. It was something he had been waiting so long to hear... yet the words were uttered to another man. His knees nearly buckled under the weight of a simple phrase. It took his breath away and for a mere moment he thought he might be dying.

Wes's ears rang with a piercingly sharp white noise. it dulled his senses. He didn't realize that Theo had left and Trinity approached him. Not until she took his arm and repeated his name. "Wesley?"

"Don't call me that," he snapped, pushing her hand away. "You don't get to call me that."

Trinity scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "You're name? I don't get to call you by your name now?"

"Yes! You were the only person who called me Wesley! And now... now it's just poison." Wes could feel the tears building in his eyes. Gods not now. Trinity could chew him up and spit him back out again. Yet, in front of her, even when she broke his heart... he was weak. "What was that?!" His voice got louder as he pointed in the direction that Theo disappeared.

"What?... Theo?" Trinity said like she was the one confused.

"Don't. Don't play coy with me. I'm not an idiot!" Wes was breathing heavily as anger and sadness coursed through him. He was restless, pacing back and forth as he ran his hands through his hair. "You kissed him. You—" his voice cracked as he tried to find the words. "You told him you love him?"

Trinity shrugged her shoulder like it was no big deal. "He wanted to say good bye before the fight... in case we don't make it. What is your problem?"

"After... After everything we've been through? That's it?" Wes stopped pacing, letting his hands fall to his sides in defeat. How could she be so passive... like this was nothing? Like it wouldn't effect him. "I loved you..." he nearly begged. His voice cracked unable to remain strong as a tear ran down his cheek.

"After everything we've been through?" She mused, cocking her head to the side and squinting her eyes. "Do you mean you hitting on me constantly when I wasn't interested?" Trinity took a step toward him before continuing. "Or maybe you mean when you kissed another girl at a party... And when I got upset and left, you practically yelled at me that you loved me." And another step. "Or perhaps it was the time you butted your big nose into my fight and got your armed ripped off, leaving me to take care of you taking me away from the battle where I was needed! Or the guilt laid on me because of your injury, or because I might have been able to save Daniel. But I was busy... Taking care of your pathetic ass!" She took one more step closer before shoving Wes backwards.

Taken by surprise, Wes stumbled backwards a step. His eyes were wide as every word dug deeper and deeper. "You've been a parasite that latched your eyes on me the second you got to camp. Everything in your world revolves around me and it's suffocating." The anger and frustration was boiling over, and he felt every single ounce of it. "In your twisted head, you think because you told me you loved me that you've laid claim to me!"

"I'm not yours! I never was!" Trinity all but screamed it at him. "I kept trying to push you away... But you couldn't take a fucking hint!

Wes had heard enough. The sting from her words was too much and one more might very well kill him. He retreated back toward the center of camp, demigods watching his walk of shame after hearing their, not so quiet, fight. And as he trudged away, her voice called out after him one last time. "Get off my battlefield. Before your incompetence gets someone killed!"

His eyes closed as his head fell, trying to hide the silent tears as they rolled down his cheeks. Wes came upon the med hut and stopped a few feet before the entrance. He spared a glance toward the dark woods, where the imminent threat closed in, shaking the ground beneath their feet. He could go into the hut, be obedient and out of the way like they wanted. The camp's albatross, always in the way. Useless.

Or...

He pivoted on his heels, turning towards the forest. Wes didn't bat an eye as he walked past demigods who whispered amongst themselves as they watched him. "What is he doing?" and "Where is he going?" Without hesitation, he hopped over the barricade and disappeared into the tree line, unarmed and unarmored. The sounds of the camp behind muffled and distorted. Only a few feet in, he was completely cloaked in darkness, unable to see his own hand before his face.

Then silence.

Time slowed as something whistled through the air and pierced his abdomen. It was sharp and stung, but somehow didn't ache as much as the hushed whispers and derogatory remarks that spiraled in his head. It took centuries for the blow to send him toppling over backwards. And as his back slammed into the ground, it was like a light flipped on. Wes laid on the ground in the dirt, staring up a blue sky painted with clouds as his hands tightly clutched his chest. He lied still and unmoving before he was finally able to gasp for air.

Wes quickly lifted his head, frantically running his hands across his stomach looking for a wound. His chest heaved deeply as he tried to catch his breathe, blinking back the tears and confusion. When he finally looked up a sense of dread overwhelmed him. He shifted onto all fours and began coughing, nearly getting sick in the middle of the arena for the whole camp to see.

It took Wes a moment to calm himself and move to his feet. He slowly shuffled his way back to the stands. But he didn't dare to look up and meet everyone's gaze, especially not Trinity's. Part of him wanted to sit back down beside her, to get her comfort and reassurance. But more of him was disgusted with himself. He didn't want to be a burden on anyone, like he always was, and opted to sit alone.

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Sylas continued to remain silent and vigilant as more trials unfolded before him. First there was Wes, the glorified big brother of camp. And while his trial might have seemed harsh or sad to the others at camp, Sylas couldn't help but agree with some of the things the people in the illusion said. The son of Aphrodite has yet to prove himself to be competent in battle or anything else for that matter. If there was a battle tomorrow, he'd also want him off the battlefield. People like that just get in the way and end up getting more people hurt than helping.

Next was Cherise, a sweet, yet naive girl... Or, at least, that's how she seemed the few times Sylas had encountered her. Similarly to Wes, she seemed to be the type where 'most' people at camp liked them. Nice, friendly... Which just makes them a liability. Her trial also included a battle, but this one seemed far more interesting. No looming monsters or impending doom. This was civil war. Demigod against demigod. No punches held, no quarter given. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't felt the scales tip toward this outcome more and more each day. All and all it was a trial that would make the highlight reel for him.

Then there was the strange girl he shared the closet with the other day... Penelope. Sylas didn't know what he expected from her trial... more? He watched the whole thing unfold only to leave him in a strange state of confusion. So, her mother is nuts and she has a nut allergy, poetic. Hardly anything was useful from that, unless he wanted to kill the girl. He might be an ass, but he hardly saw her as a threat. It'd be a waste of his time and effort to murder her.

And then... the worst. "Sylas Astor." As his name was called the shackles between his hands disappeared into a fine dust that was swept away in the wind. "Step forward."

It wasn't facing his fears or whatever dark repressed secrets that frightened him. It was being stripped naked before all of camp. Sylas had this facade and he wore it quite well. It let him move behind the curtain, but remain in plain sight. He worried about what could be revealed before everyone. Once even a glimmer of the real man inside shines threw, it'd make his life a living hell for the remainder of his time there. Not to mention what Evelyn thought... She vexed him in a way he couldn't explain. It could be fleeting, but at the moment it wasn't. He warned her that he was a bad man, which is more than he does for a lot of people. But words are just... words. This would be actions.

Sylas sighed softly and pushed off his knees as he stood. He made his way down into the center of the arena and appear before the portal. He dared not look to anyone before stepping through, nothing they could do or offer would ease his discomfort.

It was dark. There was something heavy in his hand that made his shoulder ache from wielding it for far too long. He let it fall from his grasp. The sound of metal clanging against the ground rang through his ears. Sylas opened his eyes and looked down, finding his sword on the ground in a crimson tide.

His chest heaved heavily as tried to catch his breath, winded from over exertion. Sylas wiped sweat from his brow that dripped from his forehead. Was it sweat? It felt heavy on his skin and didn't burn his eyes. The fluid was sticking in his palms every time he opened and closed his hands. He looked down. Blood.

As his eyes fixated on his fingers, something else came into view from his periphery. A hand.

He gulped as he follow the appendage up the arm, across the shoulder, along the neck to the face. Liam's face. Then halfway across his torso was a leg, Trinity's leg. And her arm was pinned beneath another body, Wes. And then another and another. One body after the other piled and strewn across one another. A grotesque mound of corpses like a poor man's Spartan wall. Sylas's gaze followed the mountain of death, staring into each set of lifeless eyes until he found a crimson lock of hair. There she was. Evelyn. Her body draped across the peak like a discarded toy. And on her back, stood a pair of feet.

Eris, like the Goddess she was, stood upon the lifeless platform looking down at him. She looked untouched by the massacre, as if she had be set down on top like the star on a Christmas tree. Untouched. Her toga was without a single drop of blood. She carried no weapon. Her hands were bare and still as they rested clasped before her. "Is this it?" She asked. The Goddess took a step back. She hooked her right foot under Evelyn's corpse and gave it a shove. Sylas stood in silence as he watched the red head twist and contort inhumanly as her body rag dolled to the bottom, landing at his feet in a puddle of blood.

"What?" His hands trembled as everything began to spin. There was a pit in his stomach that knotted threatening to expel whatever remained inside.

Then, slowly, Eris descended the hill like a grand staircase. Not once did she miss a step or falter. She found footing against Mason's head, Ajax's back, Heath's chest, and so on, as she made her way down to him. Like in slow motion, she leaned down and picked up his bloodied sword, holding it in her hand as if she studied it. "I said to kill every demigod at camp." Her voice sounded almost annoyed at his lack of following a simple instruction.

Sylas stood there confused, brows furrowing as she scanned the mound, looking between it and his mother. "I did what you asked. Camp is empty!"

Without another word, a small figure stepped out from behind Eris and wrapped their delicate hand around the hilt of the sword. Sloane. The petite brunette studied the weapon as she stepped forward. "She said every demigod." And before he had a chance to say another word, she took his weapon and plunged it through his chest. "You missed one."

Sylas clutched his chest as his legs buckled, sending him down to his knees. He started coughing and wheezing as the blood filled his lungs.

Eris took a step forward, taking ahold of his chin to tilt his head up to look at her. "My dear boy." She wiped a bit of the blood from his mouth. "It was never going to be you."

With that and nothing more to say, the Goddess took Sloane's arm. Then with a single blink they were gone, leaving Sylas inches deep in a bloody pool of his own making. He tried to crawl, but only made it a couple feet before falling onto the ground. One more cough and gasp for air, then everything went cold and the vision faded from his eyes.

One second passed. And then another...

Then Sylas shot up, coughing and gasping for air. Each breath he took was sharper than the last. His hand furiously ripped open his shirt, searching for the wound but found nothing. Yet he still could feel the cold metal and sharp sting. He stubbled to his feet. But it was only when his gaze found the Gods in the pulvinus and the demigods in the stands that it all came rushing back.

He was embarrassed... And raw. He hated it.

Sylas didn't dare meet the gaze of anyone as he quickly made his way back to his seat without a word. And remained there unchanging like a statue.

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"Ok," was all Daniel said as he ruffled her hair a bit before leaning into her embrace. Andy remained there awhile longer, wanting to make it all the more clear that he was ok. It all sucked, there was no other way to put it. Watching each other, one by one, walk into an illusion to face whatever darknesses their souls held. Some people didn't deserve this... Others did.

As that thought crossed her mind, Andy looked up slightly, just enough to scan the crowd. When there was no sight of Ajax or Alex, her brows furrowed. Poseidon or Liam might have mentioned it through their bickering, but she hardly paid attention to it. She thought at least they would be there to watch, even if daddy Zeus kept them from partaking.

Her jaw clenched subconsciously as she rested her chin on her brother's shoulder. Bullshit. They have to go through this shit because of the fighting at camp... And one of the most recent people to be in a fight wasn't there?! Not only was Andy terrified of what she might face but now she was just mad. How Alex got so many breaks just baffled her. If the tables had been turned... If Andy was the one to nearly kill Alex? She'd be rotting in the Underworld.

And wherever they went... Ajax didn't even bother to say good bye. Andy sighed. She wouldn't let the Valises plagued her thoughts. Not anymore.

Her attention was brought back to more pressing matters, when Daniel gave her arm a gentle squeeze. She could tell he was worried for her. Andy wanted to reassure him that she would be ok... But she couldn't make that promise. If what she would see in there is anything like what she's been imagining... She wasn't ready.

Andy watched Cherise's trial, if only because Daniel seemed very concerned by it. She didn't know the girl very well, besides her helping Andy at her brother's request. He cared for her. She didn't know on what level, but she could tell by his body language. The civil war scene that played out felt all too real... and possible. Could camp really be going in that direction? It felt like everyday that passed more and more of them turned on one another.

Then a knife found its way into the brunette's chest causing Daniel to jump. Andy grimaced, knowing all too well the pain of watching someone you care about die. "This is such bullcrap," he whispered. "It's a good way to get us to turn against Zeus's kids, old slendy and big Jumbo over there."

She swallowed hard, pulling away slightly. "...Both of you don't deserve this," Andy said about the pair of them, Daniel and Cherise. "I'm not so sure about myself. I've been in the middle of a lot of conflicts at camp. Not to mention the fight the other day." It was a truth she hadn't quite realized until that moment. Everything Poseidon was talking about, all the fighting... She was part of it too. She was always in the middle of it, Mason, Ajax, Alex.

Daniel turned to look toward Mason and Trinity, which only made Andy's heart sink more. She didn't know what was going to be worse, her own trial or watching everyone she cares about suffer. It really was just shit either way. "Whatever happens in yours, or theirs, we've got each other. It's an illusion, not a prediction."

Andy sighed and nodded her head. She let her gaze skim the crowd once more. There wasn't many of them left. A pit grew in her stomach. "It won't be long before we go. There isn't much of us left..." She gave her brother one last embrace. "I'll leave you to help her."

With her bravest smile, which was lacking, she moved to her feet and made her way back to her seat between Trinity and Mason. As Andy sat back down, she wasted no time in taking back Mason's hand, sliding her fingers between his. She didn't care who saw or what they thought. Her brave facade quickly started to crumble in his presence. She was never particularly good at masking her real feelings around him. And she knew the trials were only going to get worse. "It won't be long now..."