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Pete Drakos

The Loner

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

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n i c k n a m e s x // x Petey , Peter

a g e x // x twenty

g e n d e r x // xmale

s e x u a l i t y x // xbisexual

o r i g i n x // xLondon, England, 1999

s p e c i e s x // xdemigod

p a r e n t a g e x // xHera






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D E C O R U S


h e i g h t x // x5'11

w e i g h t x // x72kg/i]

h a i r x // x[i]shaggy brown


e y e s x // xsometimes blue, sometimes green

o d d i t i e s x // xPete has a tattoo of a tree on the inside of his left bicep, a matching set with his sister.

a p p e a r a n c e x // x
Pete can mostly be described as unkempt. His hair, once a light brown, has grown dark and shaggy as if he once lost his hair brush and never bothered to buy a new one. It is long enough to fall over his eyes but he seems not to care. All his jeans have holes and rips. And Pete constantly seems like he was just woken in the middle of the night without a chance to shave properly or even have a coffee. His eyes are ringed in dark circles, and he always seems a million miles away from whatever is going on. Most tend to label him a druggy and move on.

Pete isn't overly tall, but with his lanky limbs, he seems like he could be. A man not made for boxing or any other physical sport, he isn't bulky or covered in muscle. But his shoulders are broad, and he can carry his weight.






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I N G E N I U M
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possession x // x for Pete's best trick, he can possess humans, with a simple touch he can transfer his soul into someone else's body, and when the body dies his soul returns to his own body no harm done. It does leave his own body vulnerable, and possession is very draining so he can't do it for more than a few hours.

influence thoughts/actions x // x while not as talents as his sister, Pete can implant thoughts and actions into the minds of others.

shadow movement x // x Pete can hide in shadows, and walk thhrough them, teleporting himself around.

produce poison x // x Pete's sister can control this ability turning it on and off, but for Pete, this ability is unconscious and fixed. Meaning that his blood is always poisonous and will burn anyone who touches it.



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Overlooked x // x Pete's outward appearance as a bit of a drop kick, and his tendency to stick to the outskirts and shadows, means that he is rarely given much notice. Which is perfect for him, because he couldn't think of anything worse than being noticed and thought of. But it also means that when he does act, he often catches people off guard.

Reading People x // x like his sister, Pete has a history of manipulation and lies. And in order to accomplish this you have to be able to read people, notice their body language and the topic that skirt around. It helps that people tend to forget he's there, hiding in the shadows.

Follow through x // x perhaps because Pete rarely acts, when he does, he means it. He sees his sister, flighty and half-hearted, and chooses to be different. He knows what he's capable of, so he never over promises and when he says he will do something, he won't quit until he's done it.



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Eve x // x Pete isn't dumb or blind. He knows his sister is trouble with a capital T, but she's also his sister. He has spent his entire life being her other half and would do anything for her. Which has often in the past lead him to doing really dumb things. Everyone's got a weak spot, and his just has a perchance for getting herself into trouble.

Patience x // x Pete has run out of patience unfortunately. Not that he ever had much of it, he hates being made to wait, or being held up.

Teamwork x // x he has no interest in being of a team, or working within one. He doesn't want your help, and he will not be helping you out.



M E T U M
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Eve x // x she's quite frankly, a ticking time bomb. He knows one day her lies and schemes will explode around her in a way that not even Pete can fix, and he knows when that happens he'll have no choice but to go into the fire by her side. It's what you do for family.

himself x // x unfortunately, he's had to clean up one too many of Eve's messes and now he knows what he's capable of. He never thought of himself as the hero of the story, but that didn't mean he wanted to end up the cold-hearted villian either.

Opening up x // x he doesn't like himself, doesn't like what he's done, and doesn't like what he'll probably do again. So sharing that information isn't exactly high on his list.





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P E R S O N A L I T A T E
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Pete is a complete loner, always hiding away in the shadows of crowd. He's not shy, quiet or insecure, he just has no need or want for friends. The way he sees it, he has his own problems, and he'd rather not be burdened with anyone else's. He believes everyone should just get by doing their own thing in their own bubble. The world is a lot cleaner that way. So instead of cultivating deep lasting friendships, Pete spends a lot of time doing, quiet, solitary activities. He's often off reading a book, or sitting by a lake. Definitely not one for physical, adventurous activities.

But his other reason for holding himself at a distance is because when you make friends and become close with people, they tend to want to know things about you, and expect you to talk about yourself sometimes. But the thing is, Pete doesn't really like himself. He's not really all the interesting on his own, and when it comes to talking about his past. Well, taking out off the stuff he won't talk about, there's not really much left. His conflicted feelings towards his sister, and his own actions, aren't really something he likes dwelling on, so he doesn't know why he'd want to share it with someone else.

Pete is impatient. He as never born with much of it, snapping over indecisive people and being made to wait for anything. But lately, he's found that his become even more grumpy and short tempered. When ever he sees someone hesitating he'll use his powers to force them into action, weak people who can't make up their minds, or are too scared to speak the truth only frustrate him. He's tired with all his sister's bullshit, and so he no longer has time for anything but straightforward honesty. Regardless if it leads to conflict and violence. He knows that hasn't always been his policy, he was once a bigger liar than his sister, but he won't be called a hypocrite. He's trying to live his life free of lies, deception and complications.

Despite knowing his sister's true colours, and the lengths she'll go, Pete still loves her. Turning off that switch would be impossible, they are each other's other half. He has and will throw away ever moral line he has to keep her safe, even if its a danger she's brought on herself. He knows she's the villain of this story, and that he'd be a better person without her, but his heart isn't on the same page. After all he might be the only person in the world who understands her, as he was once the same as her.






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H I S T O R I A R U M


Pete was born 22 minutes after Eve, a fact that she will never let him forget. Always making sure everyone knows that he is in fact her little brother despite them being twins. Unlike Eve, who has always sought Hera's approval, Pete has never seen her as a mother. He's never considered anyone a parent to him and Eve, as the bastard children of an adulterous man, they were given food and a roof, but they raised themselves up.

Neither their father nor his wife gave them much notice. Hence the two of them grow together like weeds, intertwined and inseparable, they went everywhere together. Using their powers, they played tricks and caused mischief wherever they went, unchecked by any parental guidance. Perhaps this is why children should not be left to raise themselves.

It wasn't until their family left for Scotland, and the two of them were left alone on the street of London, that they grew out of control. They would lie and cheat their way into penthouse apartments for a weekend, and steal from whoever seemed vulnerable. Anytime one of Eve's lies went too far, Pete could always step in. When they trashed a hotel suite, he could always possess a bellboy and make him confess to the crime, never really minding when happened to that boy once they were done.

It wasn't till Pete was seventeen, that his realised his actions did have consequences, even if they weren't his to live out. When he possessed a maid to steal from a safe for them, she was caught and sent to prison, leaving her seven year old son without a guardian. He left the money with the son, even though Eve called him weak for it. In her mind they'd grown up with nothing so they were just taking a slice for themselves.

Two years later after unsuccessfully trying to reign in Eve's over the top schemes, Pete was once again drawn into the fray. Eve stole from the wrong person. stumbling across a money laundering business, she convinced a member, Richie, to let her in, then helped herself to a cut. Of course the group noticed, and when they found out Richie had let her in, they killed their loose end. But it didn't end there, Richie's best friend came for Eve, wanting seeking his own revenge. So she looked to Pete to do what he always does, clean up her mistakes.

He possessed Richie's best friend, and made him jump of the highest bridge he could find. Eve laughed it off as just an oversight, but Pete can still feel the crushing of bone, and tearing of skin. Ever since he's never been able to look at her the same way, to him she is only a ticking time bomb, one which he'll be forced to clean up after.

After that, they both knew they had to get out of London, so Camp Athens seemed like just the place. Even if they were pretty late for this summer.





h e x c o d e x // x # * * * * * * x // x f a c e c l a i m x // x Landon Liboiron/i] x // x c r e a t o r x // x [i]Chompers x // x c s x // x Scar.-

So begins...

Pete Drakos's Story

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Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Pete Drakos
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Image He watched Alex march from Ajax to Wes and play with his priced invention rather than put it on the one-armed son of Aphrodite. But it was a peek of old Alex so he didn't intervene and let the friends bond...at the insult and expense of the prosethic arm.

Suddenly someone bumped shoulders into him by way of greeting. “Hey, it’s you!” The guy from the hall said with a smile on his face.

"Very observant," Duke told him, not bothering to strain a smile back.

“Aren’t you supposed to be off shagging a certain something?” Duke stopped to look at him and his ridiculous grin. “Didn't I give you an order soldier boy?” he added.

Duke outright scoffed. He then squinted as if trying to recall the moment. "Something like that...I think, yeah. But I don't take orders from pigs, Pete." He'd have to thank Alex later for giving his name up though she saw nothing in it, of course. "Your concern in either my sex life or Alex's sex life is very touching, but I'm not some primate that's going to 'shag' a girl because you say. It's kinda sick and sad that that's your order as a son of Hera. You should see someone about that." Duke gave him a brutish smack on the back, like friends do obviously.

Duke kept in stride with the man with black fluff on his head. "I would say your investment is in her over me. If that's the case, you can keep me out of it and 'just shag her yourself mate'. Or you could be more classy, ask for a date, get a first kiss, go from there." But Duke had already established he was a pig so he didn't have high hopes for Pete's class or ability to attract people, much more attract Alex. Maybe that's why he was so insecure and unpleasant. Obviously Hera didn't teach this one too good.




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Image He didn't feel like judging her was the accurate term. He was just disappointed in her, there was a difference. And the thought of her with him was haunting. And imagine if every guy could get away with it - they wouldn't. Suddenly Andy had slapped him causing his cheek to radiate pain and turn in the whole direction.

Mason eventually turned his dark gaze back to her. "What do you want? What? Do you want to hear the truth? That I am jealous? Yes, Mason... I am jealous. I have no right to be... But I am."

He might have taken the information better if his cheek wasn't on fire, but he kept his firm gaze on her. "You're so hurtful... You know that? I wish it was that easy for you to say how you really feel."

Andy headed in her own direction while Mason was left in his own thoughts. He finally put a hand to his cheek and rubbed it. He wouldn't be surprised if he had a handprint left on him because that was a nasty swing as well as a sign he had stepped over the line. Ajax approached by the time Mason was able to collect his thoughts and even think about reapproaching Andy. She was one of the few on his side and after the things she had done for him and Jennova...and he let his personal feelings get in the way.

Soon Ajax stormed away, bitching about something that he didn't hear. “Yikes, looks like that didn’t go too well.” Some arms wrapped themselves around him and he sighed with no energy left to fight her. “Don’t worry, I’d be happy to fix it for you.” She laughed and kissed the side of his neck once, which Mason recoiled at.

"Is your new toy not working?" Mason asked and gestured to the blonde male she had ridden with.

Eve drifted away but wasn't done tormenting him. “Did your poor precious heart skip a bit when she said the J word?” Mason just looked at her little mock show before she touched him again. “Be honest.”

That itch just took over as if he had to tell the truth. He couldn't spill a lie or he would implode. "Yes," he muttered. "I like that she's jealous. She doesn't know the half of it yet though..." Mason wanted her to feel what he felt, but the only thing he had to answer to the blonde was how he felt when Andy admitted she was jealous. "And babe," he pulled Evangeline back to him, "try keep your urges in your pants. Don't want people thinking you're for sale or this is an open relationship." Like Eve, he dipped his head down and kissed her on the neck, only adding teeth - firm enough to hurt her, though he could already hear Eve playing it off as kinky. He shoved her away and smacked her butt before wandering elsewhere since kindness incarnate and a Goddess had approached Andy, meaning she was safe from Eve and himself for a while.

Mason needed to clear his head with the trial minutes away.

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Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Emery St. John Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Pete Drakos
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Image Once back at Mount Olympus, he gently took a hold of his daughter's arm, causing her to flinch before she realised who had taken hold of her. "Forgive me, Wesley. I need to talk with my daughter before the trial. Ares... Athena..." he didn't need to say anything else to them, for they knew what they needed to do. They lead the other Campers to be seated around the upper level of the arena where the view of the entire trial would be seen clearly from there.

As Zeus and Alex headed to the lower section of the Acropolis to the ground level of the arena, the braziers flickered to life. It was a dark corridor with no windows, wide enough for a carriage with its dark stone walls. "I visited your mother's resting place today," he told her. "Such a beautiful and peaceful place."

"Yeah... it's always been her favorite. Father... I... do you still love Mom?"

"I do." he smiled. "I always have, and I always will. You remind me of her every day. I shall never forget the first day we met... or the day that you and Ajax were born. It was the happiest moments of my life. I was lucky to have such a woman fall in love with me. Even though she was only mortal, she was a Goddess to me. A beautiful, kind, strong-willed, and courageous woman, who stole my heart the second she smiled. Your mother was too good for this Earth. She'll be proud of you, Alex. I know this because I am too."

Image She lowered her head and walked right into her father's torso, her face hidden there as she allowed the tears to fall. His arm and hand cradled her head as he placed a kiss on the top of it. It wasn't just her father's words that had set her off or the trial... it was everything from last year.


"Now," he pulled her back gently, his hands resting over both of her shoulders before he cupped her face. "Prepare yourself. You can do this." he placed one kiss to her forehead before he headed out of the large doors to the arena.

She smiled a little, but it faded when she caught sight of Hades in the crowd before the doors shut behind her father. He had been looking straight at her with nothing but a cold stare. He was determined to see her downfall, and then, her brother's and father's.







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Image Her jaw clenched and twisted at the very thought of Hades doing his best to steer the trial in his favor. Others would watch and listen, blinded by his poisonous lies as he swayed the crowd to take his side with flowery words of reason, and Mason would turn on the charm alongside his father, changing the minds of those who once stood loyal to the children of Zeus.

She clenched her teeth behind her screwed up lips. It took everything inside of her to not allow her head to run from her with nothing but negative thoughts, but she couldn't stop it. She cried out as she violently threw her right fist forward into the closest wall, Knuckles crashing into the hard layer of marble. A loud crack, which echoed down the corridor, raced up the wall as she paused to look down at her knuckles covered in blood. Her nostrils flared with a heavy breath. It felt good. The adrenalin that rushed through her entire body, the urge to pummel a God into next week felt good. She pictured Hades trapped beneath her, while over, and over the power behind each punch dug a deeper hole into the wall with blood that dripped onto the floor.

It was not long before Hurried footsteps headed in her direction from behind her, followed by two hands that seized her. They pulled her back with almost no effort at all. "Stop!" Ajax yelled as she became restrained to his strength. He was stronger due to being older, and more advanced in his training. "Deep breaths." he told her, yet again. Her brother had stopped her so many times from going too far, and once he thought she had calmed down, he let her go and watched as she turned to face him. "You done?" she nodded in reply. "Good." he tossed the bracelet to her, which she took hold of once it hit her chest. We found Hecate, but it's not good news... the bracelet was cursed, but it isn't anymore."

Alex threw the damn thing to the ground. "How am I supposed to convince everyone now?"

Ajax sighed. "I don't know. You'll still have people on your side, Al."

"Lucky me." she sighed this time and headed over to the arena doors, bracing her hands against it. Zeus had finished with setting up the trial no doubt since he was calling for her to join them. With her hands still braced against the door, she lovered her head and closed her eyes.

"You'll be okay." If only people could stop telling her that. It already wasn't okay. She should have never stepped in this place, to begin with. How was anyone ever going to forgive her after this? Ajax will always be known as the murderer's big brother.

she took a deep breath and pushed open the doors.

All eyes were on her as she made her way to the center of the arena.

Image She looked up into the crowd, taking in the faces that she wouldn't likely see again, and the faces she was happy to never see again. She found herself glaring in Mason's direction as Hades sat comfortably beside him. "Alexandria Valis. Daughter of Zeus." Ares's voice spoke, causing Alex to now look at him. "You stand trial for the murder of Jennova Ambers. Daughter of Hades, and sister to Mason. How do you plead?" At first, it seemed like a mortal courtroom with Areas as one of the judges lawyers.

Part of her wanted to just plead guilty, to give Mason and his father the benefit of her death. She, however, would happily be on her way to see her mother again... if the afterlife even existed. Her father never could speak of it, for it was against the rules no doubt.

If the fates had decided that today was her day... then so be it, but she wasn't going to go down without a good fight. She hadn't forgotten what Duke had told her, and that was the reason for her answer. "Not guilty." she replied with no hesitation as her father overwatched the entire thing from his throne. He clenched his fists in excitement, almost jumping up from where he sat. His little girl wasn't giving up.

"With the Gods and their children present... we all bare witness to her plead. Now..." he addressed the crowd once more. "Speak on behalf of yourself, or another... for, or against miss Valis."



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Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Pete Drakos Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor
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Sloane gave one final glance over her should toward Liam as she departed him before the company of two other women quickly joined him. Her right thumb stroked the palm of her left had as she walked, trying to keep her poise while her mind raced with thoughts. She hated using her abilities, it crawled under her skin like a disease turning her stomach, giving her cold sweats and made her hands clammy. Sloane could feel her face go pale, luckily though, she was already quite pale so she hoped it would not draw attention.

But what was almost stronger than the sickening sensation she got from using her abilities was the high. Sloane couldn't recall the last time she used them, willingly. It felt like what she'd imagine removing a corset would be like. You grow used to it while you're wearing it, but once you can remove the contraption it was euphoric. The sensation always made her second guess why she refused to use them in the first place. It must have been similar to what an addict felt when they shot up for the first time after being sober for months.

It was like Sloane could breathe for the first time in who knows how long. And for a moment, she enjoyed the freedom of it. There was no wonder why her brother never held himself back... Beyond his own sociopathic tendencies, the sensation was like nothing else. Sloane enjoyed the feeling for the brief moment she had it before she was met by her brother's own curious gaze. He could tell by one look if she was using again and he knew. But the grin on his face showed he had no idea how and that, while he hoped it was to his aid, it was quite the opposite.

She didn't linger like the other campers, instead making her way into the arena finding a seat toward the back where she might be lucky enough to be ignored. Sloane didn't understand why her presence was required in Olympus. She knew little to nothing about the Valises, aside from the fact that over half of the drama at the camp seemed to revolve around them. While she herself couldn't care less about the proceedings and their outcome, she knew her brother was most likely foaming at the mouth to witness a trial in Olympus.

"Alexandria Valis. Daughter of Zeus. You stand trial for the murder of Jennova Ambers. Daughter of Hades, and sister to Mason. How do you plead?"

"Not guilty." Alex's response didn't surprise her. Sloane didn't know many people who would admit guilt to a crime, especially murder.

Then Ares did what she wasn't expecting... He asked them to speak up for or against the Valis girl. "With the Gods and their children present... we all bare witness to her plead. Now... Speak on behalf of yourself, or another... for, or against miss Valis." Sloane found herself sitting more upright in her seat, leaning forward as her gaze scanned the others. She couldn't help but be curious at what the others would say.




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Alex laughed, which made Wes smile. He was glad he could get a smile out of her given the circumstances. "Let me help you," she said as she stepped forward and helped him remove his shirt. With the day he's had, he might worry about how it'd look to someone... to Trinity. But if she was going to get mad at him for getting help putting on a prosthetic arm, then there was no winning for him and he'd just have to accept it. "There." Wes tightened the straps before looking over the mechanical arm. "You're whole again... pun not intended."

Wes was able to make the arm move and fingers flex with ease. It worked like he never lost his arm in the first place. The workmanship was incredible. He'd be lucky if he could make a decent paper mache arm, but this was a piece of art. He carefully reached out with the new arm and slowly pulled on his T-shirt. But when he went to straighten it, the strength of prosthetic surprised him and ripped the fabric. "That'll take some getting used to," he laughed.

"Now go hug him." They both laughed before they were approached by two others.

Wes turned to find Iliana accompanied by a stunning red headed woman. "Well that arm fits you perfectly Wesley. Hephaestus's son created that right?"

"He did. I'll have to figure out a way to thank him," Wes replied with a slight smile.

"Oh pardon the intrusion, but my name is Demeter and my daughter Iliana here wanted to give you two something since both of you have had a rough go recently. And Wesley, Iliana wanted to apologize if she upset you earlier too. Go on dearie."

Wes smile faded slightly when Demeter mentioned Iliana. "It's not her fault... It's mine. I'm sorry," he apologized looking toward the girl as she hid behind her mother. "I just... I've had a hard day and when I'm mad, I'm not good company." He took the offered wreaths, placing one on Alex's head then gave her nose a boop with a smile. He wanted to keep her smiling as long as possible before the trial. Wes then put his own on and posed slightly. "How does it look?"

Then Demeter and Iliana were off. Several feet away, Iliana looked back towards Wes and when she did he gave a wave of his new arm and slight smile, hoping he didn't frighten her for good. It wasn't long before another God joined them, his presence startling Alex at first. "Forgive me, Wesley. I need to talk with my daughter before the trial. Ares... Athena..."

"Just one second your Lordships? Sirs?' Wes didn't know how to address them, but he brushed it off and pulled Alex in for a hug, being careful to be gentle with his new arm. He didn't care if he kept them waiting, he wanted her to know that he was there. "I'm not going anywhere. And neither are you." He sighed before finally releasing her and letting her rejoin her father along with the other Gods.

Wes slowly made his way over to Duke who was accompanied by a dark haired male he hadn't met before. "They came for her," he said toward the son of Hephaestus before looking toward the stranger. "I'm Wes," he extended his prosthetic arm, then quickly withdrew it. "Uh sorry, it seems Duke here makes a good product and I need to learn its strength."

"Thanks, by the way," Wes said as he looked back toward Duke. Then he pulled the brute in for a hug. Duke never seemed like the hugging type, but Wes was and Alex seemed to the like the idea of it, so... for her. "Promised Alex I'd give you a hug," he laughed. His gaze drifted between the two before focusing back on the friend before him. "Do you mind if I sit with you?... I... Think it'd be easier for her if she could see us all together to support her."

Wes slowly made his way to the arena, walking in stride with Duke. He made his way to a seat that was as close as possible, wanting to be within Alex's line of sight incase she needed a friend or support, or just to know that they were there. The Gods didn't hesitate to get things started, even asking Alex if she was innocent or guilty. A little of his own tension seized when she said innocent. That was one step in the right direction, if even a small one. But then the worst part came... where they could speak for or against her. There was no doubt that Mason and Hades would speak out toward her guilt.

He didn't wait, standing up quickly to be one of the first to speak. Wes didn't care if he was jumping the gun, but he had to support her. "I'm Wesley Preston... Not that that matters," he waved it off. Who he was wasn't important. "Alex is my best friend. She is a good and kind person, who would sooner fall on her blade for someone else rather than be the one to take a life. There is no way that she did this without being under the influence of someone else. I would stake my life on her innocence." Wes then looked down toward Alex, giving her a slight smile. "She's not a murderer."




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“Since you've stepped foot on Olympus? A whole thirty minutes?”

Then a blonde join them, no doubt the blonde that started this whole game of cat and mouse between himself and Evelyn. She placed her hand on top of Sylas's when he crossed his heart. “Don’t promise something like that, it’s not good for the soul.” He wasn't the type to make a scene, but the blunt forwardness made his brows furrow as he took a slight step back to keep the blonde and red head within his line of sight.

Before he addressed Eve, he glanced back to Evelyn with a grin and a nod of his head. "Touché," Sylas said in regards to her previous comment. He could allow her to win that round. Every gentleman lets the lady win now and then. Plus it looked as though this blonde wasn't going to let them continue their little game of intrigue without her own presence.

“Did you and Mase have much of a chance to chat earlier?" Sylas cocked his head to the side slightly. This girl was not subtle. Where did she get off thinking she had any right to knowledge about his own private conversations? “I just wonder what two chaps like you would have to talk about. Do tell us.” Eve then brushed her fingertip along his arm and there it was. That electricity he felt whenever Sloane and himself tried to use their magic against one another.

Sylas let out a genuine chuckle as he looked toward Eve with a smug arrogance, crossing his arms over his chest. "Oh, honey, you didn't think that was going to work did you?" He then made a clicking nose with his tongue before he continued. "Last time I checked, my private conversations are none of your business." And that was the truth of it. And although the addition of the mischievous blonde peaked his interest, Sylas found himself slightly on edge ready to move. He knew people like this girl, like himself... And when they are denied what they want they find other means. And though he has no right to keep Evelyn from Eve's grasp, he wouldn't let her get the brunt of it because of words he said.

He watched as Eve shifted her attention toward Evelyn, and although he could take that as a sign to leave, he didn't. Sylas instead stood there and observed. After all, this was whom Evelyn wanted him to tame. “You were right, this is more satisfying than crisps. However, I was hoping to beg a slight favour from the daughter of Nemesis.” Sylas looked between the two, yet remained silent... observing. You may have noticed. Certain gifts of mine haven’t been working too well on certain individuals. I’m looking for an explanation, and well, you strike me as a woman in the know."

“You’d have to compel me or show me my destiny in exchange to get that.”

Sylas extended his hand out to cover Evelyn's before Eve had a chance to use it to her advantage. "I don't think that would be the best idea." Luckily, the red head retracted her hand, only teasing Eve rather than actually letting the woman compel her. And when the blonde didn't take the bate, he slowly retracted his hand but continued to watch their interactions like a hawk.

“I think I know what you remind me of... A child that doesn't get their way for the first time in their spoiled life, demanding to know why things didn't happen as they wanted.” Sylas couldn't help but smirk slightly. Well, he was pleasantly surprised to know that she was fiery, not only in appearances. He was tempted to laugh, but decided to remain silent. “Besides, you didn't even say please.”

“This is the big leagues, you're not playing with mortals anymore. Maybe if you told me who you were targeting I'd give you some tips.” Sylas looked over to Evelyn. Now she was giving tips to the blonde that she wanted him to tame. Curious? Did she have a dark side indeed? Or was this all part of her own master plan?

Then Evelyn motioned to him. He perked up slightly, raising a brow and smirking. “Take this fine gentleman here for example, who is smart and crafty at the least." He chuckled softly, glancing down for a brief moment as an act of modesty. He didn't know her game, but part of him didn't mind being an instrument for a stunning woman to make a point... Or whatever else. “You need tact to match his. A bit of spontaneity to keep him on his toes but...let him think he has ultimate control. I think he loves control like he loves his cards close to his chest.”

Sylas rested his chin in his palm as he watched her try to demystify him, studying her intently. Brains and beauty, if he didn't know better, Evelyn was the femme fatale out of the two women before him. “Am I close?”

"More or less," he replied, smiling toward the red head. Sylas then looked back toward the blonde, adding his own final assessment. "I might add that you're not being very... subtle. Your pretty face might not last much longer if you do not learn some tact." It was then that he noticed the other campers and Gods making their way to the arena. The trial must be starting soon, and he did not want to miss that. He gave Evelyn another glance like a silent invitation to join him if he wished before looking toward Eve one final time. "Contrary to what you've been lead to believe... Not everyone can be your puppet. Maybe you should refresh your knowledge of the Gods."




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Andy stood back quietly as Trinity vented, letting all her anger come out as she shouted toward her father. Not that she was mad at the God, but needed to let it all out. Andy understood. In her present circumstance, screaming at someone sounded wonderful. But it wasn't the time, not for her. So, instead she stood silent letting her rage overflow and Ares to help reassure Trinity in a way that she couldn't.

Ares didn't seem pleased with her arrival, letting out a sigh and straightening. His gaze was harsh, even if he didn't mean it to as he looked at Andy. She wanted to apologize and back out of the room but Trinity spoke up before herself or the God before her could. “No, no, I think we're done here.”

Andy went to follow after Trinity, but was briefly stopped by Ares when he spoke to her and Liam. "Keep her from punching anyone else." The son of Ares gave a thumbs up in response.

But Andy snorted, bringing her hand up to her mouth to keep herself from laughing. "Sorry sir," she mumbled into her hand and followed after Trinity. What was she supposed to do? Trinity was stronger than her, and she knew damn well if she got in the way of her friend kicking someone's ass, she'd probably get punched in the process. She quickly caught back up with Trinity, lacing their arms together. Andy needed the closeness and comfort of a friend, and she could only imagine the feisty Ares girl needed the same.

Trinity motioned her thumb toward Sloane who was walking away from them. “What'd she want?”

“Oh, I think she was lookin’ for someone else and I scared the lass away.”

"Well, you are a little intimidating," Andy commented. She then held up her thumb and index finger measuring a small amount in the air. "Just a bit," she added with a playful smile as she looked between them.

"Let's get our asses to the Trial, aye?” They all but took a step in the direction of the Acropolis when Liam stopped and turned to ask them another question. “What was her name, by the way?”

Andy glanced over at Trinity, quirking a brow. Was he interested or something? That would be a curious pairing, no doubt. Sloane was so small compared to Liam he could practically scoop her up and put her in his pocket. "Sloane... I honestly don't know her lastname..." Her brows furrowed together as she thought on it more. "Or her parentage. I've been... preoccupied." She sighed softly, quickly flashing the best smile she could manage, under the circumstances.

She started to make her way toward the Acropolis where the trial was going to be held, trying to keep her attention forward. But just for a brief moment, she glanced over her shoulder. Her grip on Trinity's arm tightened slightly as she looked between Mason and Ajax, before she quickly turned her attention back ahead. Andy gave herself a moment to try and push whatever thoughts she had to the back of her mind and put on the smile she perfected over the past year. The one that said she was ok, even though deep down... She wasn't. Andy then leaned her head slightly toward Trin as they walked, whispering low enough that only herself and perhaps Liam would hear. "If your father smites me for accidentally laughing in his face, you'd mourn me... right?" She laughed. Andy was doing what she always did, relying on humor to cover her own problems. But right now, in Olympus... It was necessary.

Andy slowly made her way to the Acropolis. She didn't know how to feel now that they all were there. Her hands were shaking slightly as she followed the others to their sitting area around the arena. Should she say anything once the trial was underway? Whether or not she spoke, no matter what she did, someone will be angry with her... There was nothing she could do without hurting someone else. Andy hadn't realized that she still clung to Trinity's arm, probably tighter as they drew closer. "Sorry... If you don't want to stay, I won't stop you. You could slip out without anyone noticing... I have to stay. I don't know if I would forgive myself if I didn't speak... the truth."

She slowly released her friends arm and continued forward into the arena. Her gaze quickly found Ajax and Mason, but her feet carried her far away. Andy took a seat on the far side of the arena, by herself. Her fingers twiddled in her lap, while her leg bounced nervously. "Alexandria Valis. Daughter of Zeus." Ares voice was loud and commanded silence among everyone in the arena. "You stand trial for the murder of Jennova Ambers. Daughter of Hades, and sister to Mason. How do you plead?"

Andy's gaze drifted from the God the brunette before him. "Not guilty."

"With the Gods and their children present... we all bare witness to her plead. Now... Speak on behalf of yourself, or another... for, or against miss Valis."

She sat there in silence, watching others as they stood up and they made their cases for or against. Andy tried not to look toward neither Ajax or Mason, she didn't need either one of them clouding her mind. The anxiety was building in her and before she could let it make her second guess her decision, she stood up. All eyes quickly shifted to her, causing her face to flush and her knees to tremble. "I uh... I'm Andromeda Bolton," she introduced herself. She wasn't sure if it was necessary or not, but anything she knew of human court involved stating your name for the record. So, it couldn't hurt.

"I was the first person at the scene... I thought it might be beneficial to recount what I witnessed." It was difficult for Andy to remain standing tall, to not fidget or stare at the ground. Everyone's gaze drilled into her, judgemental, curious, angered and every other emotion in between. "I remember it started to rain... There was limited visibility, almost like walking through a blizzard. I somehow wondered my way to Jennova's cabin where I found her... them." She took a deep breath as images flashed before her eyes like it was yesterday. "Alex stood on the porch to Jennova's cabin. And Jennova... She was on the ground, decapitated."

She swallowed, raising her shaking hand to brush a lock of hair behind her ear. "I then went and got Ajax. When I returned... I buried her," Andy had to force the words out. "Jennova was unarmed. It looked like a murder... in cold blood." With nothing to add, she quickly sat back down hoping to disappear amongst the others in the arena. Andy didn't dare glance over at the gods or the other campers, not wishing to see their reactions to the words she spoke.

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“Oh, I think she was lookin’ for someone else and I scared the lass away.” Made sense. Liam wasn't the most approachable guy.

“Well, you are a little intimidating. Just a bit,” Andy said, speaking her mind. Trinity smiled and drew her own gap using her arms.

“Let's get our asses to the Trial, aye?”

Yeah, it wasn't actually much of a choice now was it, she wanted to grumble but refrained.

“What was her name, by the way?”

Even if Liam hadn't stopped, his inquiry brought Trinity to a halt in itself. Then she met Andy's look and it seemed they were on level with each other again. “Sloane... I honestly don't know her lastname... Or her parentage. I've been... preoccupied.”

She mentally self-fived for getting a reserved demigod's name right. She kinda lived in her violent bubble but she picked up on names pretty quickly, particularly when it came to teams and Trinity wanted to anticipate who was friend and foe in a game like capture the flag. Still, she knew jack all about Sloane beyond her first name. Another factor Andy and Trinity had in common was going through their own rough patches: being preoccupied as Andy put it, and Andy's was hella lot busier than her.

Trinity followed blindly and let herself be led by an anxious Andy, feeling her grip tighten now and then on her arm that already had claw marks and bruises. Trinty put her free hand over Andy's and would have given her strength if it was the kind she needed. “If your father smites me for accidentally laughing in his face, you'd mourn me... right?”

“So badly. Especially when there are so many others to smite first.” It wasn't nice or joking enough to lighten the atmosphere. “Like...bad drivers,” she added. Man, did they piss the world off. Probably just as well Trinity didn't have the power of the Gods.

They drew closer and closer and Andy's grip tightened more on her arm. It didn't hurt, but it still drew a frown in confusion from Trinity. She wasn't a mind reader to know why Andy was so worked up about it. “Andy, you're not the one on trial, you know that right?”

Then finally before they entered the arena, she snapped out of her little anxious spell. “Sorry... If you don't want to stay, I won't stop you. You could slip out without anyone noticing... I have to stay. I don't know if I would forgive myself if I didn't speak... the truth.”

Trinity nodded and smiled at her friend. Andy slipped forward while Trinity hung back, mulling it over in her mind. She glanced to Liam. Would the same apply to him? Would he let her head back? It wasn't a life or death choice but Trinity acted as though it was, really weighing the pros and cons. At the current time, she was living a pretty good philosophy, if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything. She wasn't sure that would hold in the trial though.

“Err, I have to watch.” She knew if she didn't, she'd feel guilty later on for not supporting her friend. Or even regret witnessing the grim outcome of the trial. As much as she craved her space, this was more important. “Maybe you should sit next to me so I can look like an angel and folks can remember what a real threat looks like,” she said. Plus, he was the perfect 'don't come near me' barrier. She started to walk again even if it was reluctant.

“Of course,” she spun on her heels to face her brother, “you don't have to.” He probably knew that but in case there was any obligation cause family loyalty and all that fun stuff. “If you'd rather sit with a certain brunette that's like, this high and this shape,” Trinity drew some rough measurements with her arms and chuckled, “I won't blame you.” Though Sloane appeared quiet to Trinity, she was probably better in the terms of company.

The time for jokes had quickly disappeared as the trial had begun and Trinity fell into a seat near Andy. She didn't quite reach beside her friend, but she was around, a couple of rows back. Then the test began for Trinity to keep her mouth closed, or at least until she could figure out how to say what she wanted. Wes spoke up. Quick to kiss Alex's a- his arm! Trinity almost smiled for him. He wasn't disadvantaged anymore. Daily chores would be easier and it looked wicked. Then she remembered they were hardly on speaking terms and he scored himself a date with another blonde.

Trinity gave it a little more of a brew for a couple seconds then spoke, “Look,” Trinity rose then rolled her eyes getting the formalities out of the way, “- Trinity Wallace, Daughter of Ares. I don't know much about the actual events except word of mouth. Mason, Theo and myself were absent on a mission. I know Alex killed Jennova, but that doesn't make her a murderer. She doesn't have murderous tendencies, trust me I know. If anything, after she killed Jennova, was when she became a little unhinged. But I'm a strong believer of an eye for an eye, and I'm not sure who started it. So either payback is due and she should face some form of punishment in the eyes of the Gods, or Alex ended the cycle with Jennova.” That was more inserting her two cents in the suggestion box than speaking for or against Alex. Personally, given how it all happened, she thought Alex should have faced some punishment regardless.

Not long after Trinity had sat, Andy spoke. solidifying Alex in the wrong. “That's rough, killing someone unarmed with their sibling out of town,” she mumbled. Even Liam and Trinity gave the opponent a chance. Then again, part of Alex's unhingement was her rambling on about getting proof and finding herself so maybe there wasn't fair play all around. And maybe Trinity was just in the mood for others to have pain inflicted upon them.

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"Something like that...I think, yeah. But I don't take orders from pigs, Pete." Duke replied. Pete barely bated on eye at the insult. Honestly, he been called a lot worse, and probably deserved to be called something far worse than a common farm animal. "Your concern in either my sex life or Alex's sex life is very touching, but I'm not some primate that's going to 'shag' a girl because you say. It's kinda sick and sad that that's your order as a son of Hera. You should see someone about that."

As he received a friendly wack across the back, Pete wheezed out a cough as he felt the disks in his back get thrown out of alignment. He was good at making people hostile, seemed it was a talent that never went away. “That’s disappointing.” He muttered before looking back at the walking six pack. “With all this going on, Alex would have enjoyed the whole 2 minutes of fun.”

Ready to call the conversation if you could call it that to an end, Pete walked on, but Duke fell in beside him. "I would say your investment is in her over me. If that's the case, you can keep me out of it and 'just shag her yourself mate'. Or you could be more classy, ask for a date, get a first kiss, go from there."

Pete paused then, he turned to look over at Alex, in time to watch her walking out with her father. Completely ignoring Duke, he gazed after her, was he interested in her? Of course. He was curious what her deal was, like an addict with an itch to scratch, he hated not knowing what made her tick. She was his type; nothing but trouble. Though she seemed far too much a centre of attention kind of girl.

“I’m not sure she’s my type, bud.” Pete answered eventually, as he turned his eyes back to Duke. An honest answer even if it came out his mouth sounding sarcastic and insincere. “Thanks for the advice though, not sure it’ll matter much though. Even a good looking guy like you might have trouble wooing a dead girl.” He spoke the truth, a big thing like this only went two days, she lives or she dies, and well, anyone with good sense would bet on dead.

Before the two of them could continue any further down that route, they were joined by a mechanic arm, plus a person attached to it. "I'm Wes," he said holding out the mechanical arm, which promptly crushed Pete’s arm when he tried to return the handshake. "Uh sorry, it seems Duke here makes a good product and I need to learn its strength." Of course, his name was Duke.

Pete’s eye flicked up to Duke, looking at him in a more appraisingly light, colour him impressed. Pete’s not a nut and bolts guy, and he’d never be caught dead actually working on something with his hands, but he could tell craftsmanship when he saw it. “Seems you’re more than a pretty face then?” He said, a genuine compliment since he didn’t do fake platitudes. He turned back to Wes with a nod of his head. “Pete.”

The two guys hugged before Wes spoke again, "Do you mind if I sit with you?... I... Think it'd be easier for her if she could see us all together to support her." And Pete couldn’t stop the wry, mocking smile that took over his features.

He butt in before Duke had a chance to answer. “Aren’t you two just the cutest? Though I’m afraid I’ll have to pass. Catch up with you later Duke.” Pete said, giving him a one finger wave before wandering off towards the trail. He really wasn’t a group hang sort of guys, and well quite frankly the idea of showing solidarity to support someone made him want to barf.

He spotted the perfect spot for him though, right up the back, unseen and out of the way. Slipping into a spot next to Sloane and using the empty back rows to stretch out his legs. Alex declared herself not guilty then the talking begun, and he started to feel like his ears were bleeding. This trial had far too much chit chat for his liking, get to the point.

He turned to Sloane while Trinity was speaking. “Reckon she did it?” he asked his voice barely more than a dark murmur, he didn’t want to actually seem obnoxious to the people sitting around him.

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Image Alex was escourted away and that's when Wes approached, prosethic arm finally attached. "They came for her," he said.

"I know, I saw." Duke didn't stray too far from Alex, keeping her within peripheral or some decent feet away. He didn't habitually helicopter around her but these past few days when emotions were high, he would be in reach sometimes.

Wes and Pete acquainted themselves, with Wes mentioning its strength and Pete dropping off a remark about Duke being more useful than looks, but he was in another world.

"You'll get used to it. It's probably just the dynamics and weight attached to the shoulder, making it feel more powerful."

"Thanks, by the way." Wes pulled Duke into a hug. Duke pat his back, accepting the gratitude but he wasn't all that a fan of how Wes showed it. "Promised Alex I'd give you a hug" Wes laughed.

Duke smiled slightly. "There are some strange promises to keep." But he didn't doubt Alex would have mentioned his name in passing. Wes didn't hug people for fun or so Duke thought anyway.

"Do you mind if I sit with you?... I... Think it'd be easier for her if she could see us all together to support her."

He didn't know why but he looked to Pete first, and that's when another comment left him. “Aren’t you two just the cutest? Though I’m afraid I’ll have to pass. Catch up with you later Duke.”

Duke sighed, watching Pete go. Now they all knew each other's names. He then shrugged to the son of Aphrodite. "Whatever the reason, it's not a problem by me. I don't own the Acropolis."

They settled in, getting as close as possible to Alex who seemed exposed in the arena. How many eyes must have leered at her from all angles, but that was part of the design...to pass judgement onto her. Duke suddenly felt uneasy for her. Then Ares spoke and Alex swore herself not guilty making him smile slightly. But the worse was yet to come as Ares opened the floor to speak for or against her. He was surprised by Wes, who sprang up beside him quickly and said his piece describing the real nature of Alex.

Duke nodded in agreement then stood as well. "I'm Duke Loycen, son of Hephaestus. I've known Alex for a couple of years, enough to say I know her well. Commonly, there's signs of a killer being born or a sociopath and she displayed and even now displays none of that. She's not a murderer or a monster. I know that hurting Jennova weighs on her conscience, so I don't think it was deliberate and I don't think it was premeditated. Killing isn't in her or her instinct. Something must have pushed her, whether circumstances or a person." That's all he could share before nodding and sitting back down, eyes on Alex.



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Ares began the trial rather than Zeus. "Alexandria Valis. Daughter of Zeus. You stand trial for the murder of Jennova Ambers. Daughter of Hades, and sister to Mason. How do you plead?"

Hades observed the trial though he looked nonchalant. He was listening to those who tried to find a way to justify her actions and those who rightly spoke against. He rose when the opportunity presented in no haste to say his part. "I will remind those present that this trial isn't about intentions and an individual's belief, but the actions of the Daughter of Zeus. We all know what that was, and as a result, I have no daughter anymore. And he, without a sister. In robbing this one life, you have robbed others and you have forbidden growth," he said locking eyes on the dear daughter of Zeus. "Jennova was a girl. Around the same age as the children present, no more powerful, no wiser. She attended this Camp because she wanted to better herself, like many demigods. Even I thought it would be a sanctuary, but it appears it is where the vile are permitted to roam."



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Image Mason smiled at his father's comment and the accuracy of it. They weren't having a party or social gathering, she could show some respect to the Gods culture. The trial was quickly underway before he could shoot his own comment back, and Hades and Mason fell silent.

"Not guilty." Mason scowled. Alex was intolerable. How do you decapitate someone and plead not guilty?

The God then invited an open floor to speak for or against Alex and that's when Wes piped up. With two arms. Mason almost had to do a double-take. "I'm Wesley Preston... Not that that matters. Alex is my best friend. She is a good and kind person, who would sooner fall on her blade for someone else rather than be the one to take a life. There is no way that she did this without being under the influence of someone else. I would stake my life on her innocence."

Mason had a passing thought to put that in effect. Wes was just lucky he had looks to cover the naivety, then again, it wasn't even him being naive, he was just stupidly loyal. Duke said his own shit supporting Alex too. He would remember the things that came from those two mouths.

Then Trinity spoke and he had faith in her...“Look - Trinity Wallace, Daughter of Ares. I don't know much about the actual events except word of mouth. Mason, Theo and myself were absent on a mission. I know Alex killed Jennova, but that doesn't make her a murderer. She doesn't have murderous tendencies, trust me I know. If anything, after she killed Jennova, was when she became a little unhinged. But I'm a strong believer of an eye for an eye, and I'm not sure who started it. So either payback is due and she should face some form of punishment in the eyes of the Gods, or Alex ended the cycle with Jennova.” It wasn't great but good enough. The fact that she mentioned they were away, that she suggested Alex take some form of punishment.

Andy stood up seeming to surprise herself but Mason remained mutual. He didn't know how it was going to go with the fight they had. "I was the first person at the scene... I thought it might be beneficial to recount what I witnessed." He leaned forward as his leg bounced in anticipation. Would she say Jennova was hostile and had it coming? "I remember it started to rain... blood. There was no visibility, like walking through a blizzard. I somehow wondered my way to Jennova's cabin where I found her... them. Alex stood on the porch to Jennova's cabin. And Jennova... She was on the ground, decapitated." Mason winced and lowered his head. He still hated to imagine the image. "I then went and got Ajax. When I returned... I buried her." Mason winced again. Andy didn't have to do that, it wasn't her responsibility, he should have been there instead. "Jennova was unarmed. It looked like a murder... in cold blood."

Mason sighed out glad to have the recount over with and glad that Andy had said her part when she didn't have to. For that he was grateful. Then Hades rose and spoke. Very well, too. Mason never even looked at killing Jennova as robbing more than one life but it was the truth, it had started a chain effect and killed a bit of Mason inside too and others that loved her. She might not have had many demigod friends but there was a whole other aspect of her life they didn't know about.

Hades sat and side glanced to Mason pointedly. That was going to be tough to follow but he'd try. "Jennova was also kind, but many of you didn't get a chance to see that side of her." Some tears were forming in his eyes but he soldiered on. "I had a tough growing up, and Jennova was my anchor. She taught me to control my death touch which is an important power to be in control of." He smiled a little. But these idiots wouldn't know how vital it was to learn. They couldn't imagine.

Mason felt the cold take over and locked eyes on Duke. Not premeditated, was it? Then he looked to Alex. "As Trinity said, I was away. On a quest for Zeus himself to find another demigod. And as Andy said, Jennova was alone and unarmed...then decapitated. She was a lonely girl, that was well known...Did she threaten any of you and your safety, once?" He slammed a fist on the stands. "She was better than me! She tried to socialise, she tried to help you, she was staff!"

"Emotional is not the way to proceed," Hades said lowly.

Mason sighed deeply and calmed himself to speak evenly again. "I wish I was a son of Hecate for a day, so I could show you all what it's like to come back to camp and hear your sibling is dead, the one time you left them unprotected. So you could see their heads disconnected from their bodies." Mason targetted Daniel. Once upon a time all he'd have to do is ask his friend to pull them into an illusion. "But even the son of Hecate's dead because the children of Zeus only care about themselves and their emotions."

"My mind is not going to change. Alex is a murderer. She murdered my sister and it would be a whole different story if it was one of your siblings. So keep them close."

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"I'm Wesley Preston... Not that that matters," Alex never liked him doing that to himself, talking like he didn't matter. He did matter, and he was just as important to the Camp as anyone else. "Alex is my best friend. She is a good and kind person, who would sooner fall on her blade for someone else rather than be the one to take a life. There is no way that she did this without being under the influence of someone else. I would stake my life on her innocence." He looked towards her, giving her a slight smile which she returned. "She's not a murderer." Alex looked to the Gods that stood in the room. She tried to see if she could make out their reactions to Wes's words, but none of them even flickered any clue of emotion. Still, Wes had done his best to voice his thoughts about her, to try and show the rest of the room that she really wasn't a monster.

Duke came second. "I'm Duke Loycen, son of Hephaestus. I've known Alex for a couple of years, enough to say I know her well. Commonly, there's signs of a killer being born or a sociopath and she displayed and even now displays none of that. She's not a murderer or a monster. I know that hurting Jennova weighs on her conscience, so I don't think it was deliberate and I don't think it was premeditated. Killing isn't in her or her instinct. Something must have pushed her, whether circumstances or a person." He sat back down, and with his eyes on her, Alex smiled. She felt proud of both, him, and Wes. Both of them had stood up before everyone and not cared about what others might think of them for taking a 'murderers' side.

It was a good start, but Andy soon leveled everything with her speech. Of course, she would take Mason's side, but had they forgotten that Hades also tried to kill Ajax before Andy placed herself in harms way instead? It should have been Hades standing trial. Not Alex, who took in a deep breath to ready herself to hear what Andy now had to say. "I was the first person at the scene... I thought it might be beneficial to recount what I witnessed. I remember it started to rain... blood. There was no visibility, like walking through a blizzard. I somehow wondered my way to Jennova's cabin where I found her... them. Alex stood on the porch to Jennova's cabin. And Jennova... She was on the ground, decapitated. I then went and got Ajax. When I returned... I buried her. Jennova was unarmed. It looked like a murder... in cold blood." Alex remembered it now her memories were back in full swing, which is the reason why she lost most of her sanity. All of the memories hitting her like a sledgehammer to the gut with no intervals to catch her breath. Still, even if the memories had formed slowly over time, it still wouldn't have made a difference. She still felt guilt and disgust for taking another's life.

She could still picture the way it happened, blood, Jennova's blood, dripping from the blade of her sword. If she was murderous, then she would have killed Andy for bearing witness to a murder that Alex did not commit alone. "Trust you to take lover-boy's side." Ajax said, glaring at Andy without turning his head completely.

"Son.. be silent." Zeus warned, which caused Ajax to clench his jaw as he now kept silent and waited for an opportunity to make his own speech.

“Look- Trinity Wallace, Daughter of Ares. I don't know much about the actual events except word of mouth. Mason, Theo and myself were absent on a mission. I know Alex killed Jennova, but that doesn't make her a murderer. She doesn't have murderous tendencies, trust me I know. If anything, after she killed Jennova, was when she became a little unhinged. But I'm a strong believer of an eye for an eye, and I'm not sure who started it. So either payback is due and she should face some form of punishment in the eyes of the Gods, or Alex ended the cycle with Jennova.”

Alex wouldn't blame her if she decided to take Mason's side, or anyone for standing up for those they cared for since those who cared about Alex were only doing the same. However, Trinity's words had actually surprised her. She was smart to not go by hear-say. Trinity had placed herself in the neutral zone, so to speak. She hadn't been there, so to blame Alex outright without bearing witness, would have been crazy.

The newest campers seemed to be talking quietly among themselves, probably to try and guess if Alex was actually guilty of the crimes she had been committed with.

Many years ago, there was one God which had gone against the laws of their cosmos. He had slaughtered so many mortals, all because they chose to no longer worship him. This angered Zeus. This particular God was not placed on trial, for his actions were evidence that he had done it deliberately, and showed no remorse for his actions. Zeus destroyed him where he stood, and he was never mentioned in Mount Olympus again. Though he swore, that if anyone broke the laws again... he'd make them stand trial. That murderous god, the rotten apple of their roots had once been Zeus's friend. He couldn't allow that fate for his child, especially when part of her still remained.


Image The trial didn't seem too bad, but as soon as Hades stood to speak, Alex imagined she could feel the earth beneath her beginning to slowly open up to swallow her. Her soul would be damned to the firery depths of Tartarus, where Hades would never allow her to see the light again, or her mother who was hopefully at peace in the fields of Elysium, which is Persephone's domain - gifted my Hades himself. The snake opened his mouth and began to poison the ears of those who chose to listen. "I will remind those present that this trial isn't about intentions and an individual's belief, but the actions of the Daughter of Zeus. We all know what that was, and as a result, I have no daughter anymore. And he, without a sister. In robbing this one life, you have robbed others and you have forbidden growth. Jennova was a girl. Around the same age as the children present, no more powerful, no wiser. She attended this Camp because she wanted to better herself, like many demigods. Even I thought it would be a sanctuary, but it appears it is where the vile are permitted to roam." Alex remained silent, tears falling down her cheeks as Hades's words cut into the most. She thought that was the end until Mason added his own words. All of it made her feel even worse.

She could no longer look at anyone. Her gaze remained focused on the sand floor of the arena, wishing it would really open up and swallow her this time. Her heart felt like it was crushing along with her lungs. She held her hand over her chest, steadying her racing heart, and struggled breath.

Her brother was the last to stand. "Ajax Valis. Son of Zeus." he still didn't like saying that, still held a grudge against his father like an immature child, but this time... he finally decided to let it go. "You all forget, that it was Alex who did her best to keep everyone safe last year. She held the biggest threat back with me and our father, placing her own life at risk for everyone else to stand a chance. She held them back so the others could take out the lesser threats. Alex has been nothing but kind, and for a sudden change of personality, surely people should know that isn't right. No one can suddenly change overnight, especially when she's been such a lovely person her entire life. She was a rebel during her teen years before attending Camp Athens, but that doesn't mean she is a murderer. We all have a past.. every single one of us. Does that determine who we are, and who we choose to be now?" he sat down, fists clenched. He didn't want to take it any further, scared that he might say something he'd later regret. Her brother's words were honest, but it didn't seem to be enough. Even with Duke and Wes on her side, it just didn't seem to do her justice.


Image This was it. As Ares stepped down from the podium, Alex squeezed her eyes shut tightly, begging beneath her breath, sobbing as she readied herself for the fateful blow... but it didn't come.

She opened her eyes and looked up. Ares had taken hold of her arm instead, and lead her over to the luminescent liquid that filled the large basin. Were they going to drown her in that thing? without a word, he let her go and held out his hand, signaling for her to step into it. So she did.

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Image She stood there, looking down into the basin as silence fell on the room. All eyes remained on her, and it wasn't long before the room also grew dark with only the Pensieve's light to be seen.

Memories began to form. They spiraled up before her which gave the others the insight of what exactly Alex was seeing. It formed clear images of the past, followed by whispers until they turned into voices, voices that echoed clearly around the room. Zeus swallowed as he recalled Susanna's voice.

"Alex!" she rushed over, both of her arms held open wide to embrace her child. With her cheek pressed against her mother's shoulder, Alex closed her eyes as her own arms wrapped around her mother's slender frame. Already, she hated this. The warmth of her mother's love was never forgotten. Not even the scent of her perfume that had been embedded in her skin and clothes. It had been a Greek flower - An Iris - one of her father's chosen favorites from Aphrodite's garden. "I take it the camp allowed you to finish and come home for the holidays?"

"Yes."

Susanna frowned. "What's wrong? are you not excited to be home? you and your brother get to spend time with me until you have to go back. We can plan something together. What do you think? Alex?"

She felt her hand squeeze around the handle of the blade she had suddenly picked up, and before her mother could even get the chance to leave, Alex began to plunge the knife repeatedly into her mother's stomach as she remained emotionless, even while her mother screamed in pain.

Susanna fell to the floor, bleeding to death as she begged for help, but Alex just stood there. She watched as her mother reached out toward her, her bloody fingers gripping at the bottom of her trousers. "Please..." she begged again, right before Alex finished it and exited the kitchen, leaving her mother's lifeless body in a pool of blood.

Image Part of her that remained in the present, stepped back and screamed out. She couldn't believe she was seeing her mother dead like that for the first time. That memory had kept itself from her... until now. "No!!" she wailed. Athena quickly moved to her side to support her.

"It's okay.. keep going." she whispered into her ear. "Dig a little deeper." but Alex didn't want to.

"No, stop! please... let me take a break. Please." she begged. Athena looked up at Zeus. He nodded once to give her the all-clear, so Athena gently leads Alex out of the memories.



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Sloane watched as the proceedings of the trial began to get underway. She half paid attention, but another part of her didn't see the significance in her being there. Perhaps a third party point of view was needed? Some neutral view like Switzerland that wouldn't be bias to the Valises holier than thou aura or the dark pull of the son of Hades. But in her mind, she couldn't care less of the outcome. It seemed no matter how many unbiased parties were present, the verdict would still be decided upon with a swayed heart.

Movement out of the corner of her eye brought Sloane out of her own head. She slowly looked over in time to see Pete making his way straight toward her, even taking a seat beside her. "Well," she said to him without looking away from the trial as she crossed her right leg over her left. "You aren't very smart, are you?" A rhetorical question asked quietly, so only he could hear, in regards to her previous comment in their earlier conversation.

Her right foot gently bounced as she continued to watch as, one after another, people spoke up in favor or against. When Trinity spoke up, Sloane noticed Pete shift beside her finally deciding to speak to her. “Reckon she did it?” he asked quietly, showing some respect for the proceedings at hand.

Sloane slowly leaned back in her seat, she was about to give her own opinion when Andy spoke up. The words the nervous girl said got her undivided attention. That perspective definitely seemed to change her view on many things. Up until that point everyone spoke on feelings and emotions, rather unimportant things when it comes to facts and witness accounts. But this... this was real evidence, or something to actually go off to say the least.

She waited through the rest of the pomp and circumstance, even through Alex's memories being put on display for the rest of them. Then finally it seemed the girl couldn't handle much more and a recess had been called. With that Sloane let herself relax back into her seat and looked over at Pete. "Well I agree with Liv, that evidence is needed to some extent. But from where I'm sitting, the question isn't whether or not Alex killed this Jennova, but if the intentions were her own."

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Wes sat back down. He had no idea if what he said was going to be helpful or not. The court in Olympus seemed different than what he was used to seeing when he saw his father work back home. His fingers mindlessly ran across the surface of his new arm as he watched Duke move to his feet. "I'm Duke Loycen, son of Hephaestus. I've known Alex for a couple of years, enough to say I know her well. Commonly, there's signs of a killer being born or a sociopath and she displayed and even now displays none of that. She's not a murderer or a monster. I know that hurting Jennova weighs on her conscience, so I don't think it was deliberate and I don't think it was premeditated. Killing isn't in her or her instinct. Something must have pushed her, whether circumstances or a person."

“Look.” Wes's heart nearly skipped a beat when he heard her speak. He slowly spun around in his seat, looking toward Trinity as she addressed the crowd. “- Trinity Wallace, Daughter of Ares. I don't know much about the actual events except word of mouth. Mason, Theo and myself were absent on a mission. I know Alex killed Jennova, but that doesn't make her a murderer. She doesn't have murderous tendencies, trust me I know. If anything, after she killed Jennova, was when she became a little unhinged. But I'm a strong believer of an eye for an eye, and I'm not sure who started it. So either payback is due and she should face some form of punishment in the eyes of the Gods, or Alex ended the cycle with Jennova.”

Her words were true, not that he necessarily agreed with her perspective but he couldn't deny some of what she said. The truth of the matter was... Well no one knew the truth and how could they? Either way, he knew Alex was not a murderer, and if she took Jennova's life with her own hands then it wasn't on her decision, something else was at play. He could only hope that this trial got to the bottom of it.

It then seemed that the opinions went from positive to negative as Andy stood up and spoke of her account with finding the crime. Wes never thought to ask her what she witnessed and it seemed that her honesty opened the flood gates for the more negative opinions, in particular Mason's. He shifted in his seat as he spoke his peace that he was entitled to. Wes felt sorry for him, for losing a sister. He had no idea what that felt like, similar to the argument he made when he addressed everyone. But he also felt that clouded Mason's judgement. If the son of Hades had a say in anything, Alex would be long dead as fair payment.

Wes sat upright in his seat, watching as Alex was guided to a pool of water. He winced and looked away as the memory showed Alex stabbing her own mother. When she begged to end it, to take a break, Wes nearly stood up and pleaded with her for them to give her a break. But thankfully, they finally listened to her cries and allowed for a break. He sighed, slouching back into his seat, raising his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. He hated all of this. It wasn't like watching the numerous court hearings his father worked at, this time he had a stake in it... this time the life of his closest friend was on the line and it took everything in him to not speak out of turn or yell at someone who called her a murderer.




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“God, Look at you both. Standing there so self-serious. You make something that is supposed to fun, tedious and boring. Speaking with big words and double meanings rather than actually doing anything.” Eve went defensive, like a caged animal, brushing everything off as good humor or what have you. It was to be expected from someone who could wrap most people around her finger. It was almost like a silent reminder to not let himself get that way. But unlike this impulsive woman before him, Sylas never did anything without a plan, and even then, he always had back ups for his back ups. After all, it couldn't hurt to be prepared.

“We're sorry you feel that way,” Evelyn responded.

Sylas couldn't help but smirk at the comments. "I can speak plainly for you, if you'd prefer. But I doubt you'd like it. Might upset your delicate nature."

“And you," Evangeline added looking toward him. Sylas even faked surprise, pointing to himself like she could have been referring to someone else in the surrounding area. "You fancy yourself a little mastermind of some imaginary game you’re playing?” She smirked and leaned in to whisper to him, although his present company could no doubt hear it as well. “I prefer playing games in the real world.”

"I'm not the one with one foot in the grave, love," Sylas replied. This time there was no smirk or hint of witty banter that crossed his face. Instead his expression was serious, perhaps even frightening. This child had no idea what she was playing at nor the stakes. Sylas did not care for the games she was playing at nor the outcome it meant for her. But he refused to let her sloppiness drag him down with her. "You're making enemies quick, and not the good ones. If you keep at it like a child, then it'll only be a matter of time before we're here for the trial of your murder."

The blonde strode away like she didn't have a care in the world, but Sylas wasn't an amateur. Every word shared between himself and Evelyn dug under her skin. He didn't care if she wished to play the game along side him, he liked competition. But she was sloppy and lacked tact. Her actions were gathering speed and soon enough the downward spiral would take anyone close along with it. If one person at the camp was discovered to be manipulating the others, who's to say that wouldn't also implicate himself or Sloane. His job was chaos, after all. And he couldn't do that from behind bars or in the grave. Silly child.

“You try to help a girl and she thinks you're playing 'riddle me this'. If I didn't know better, I'd say you upset her.”

"She could have said please and I would have enlightened her," he mused.

Sylas walked alongside Evelyn toward the arena, watching the other campers congregate together. Those of like minds huddled together hoping to build strength off one another. They took their seats among the crowd, not particular with a group or saddled up to anyone but among them. He couldn't very well hear everything nor learn anything from a distance, unlike his sister who seemed complacent to be as far removed as possible.

Evelyn found her spot beside him, and Sylas couldn't help but notice her staring. She wasn't subtle. He looked over at her from the corner of his eyes, a slight smirk working its way at the corner of his lip, waiting for her to speak whatever was on her mind. “You have much explaining to do.”

He let out a chuckle and a slight nod. "As you wish."

Then everything began. Sylas had to hide his excitement or intrigue at the unfolding of events. But it wasn't what interested most people that got his attention. The endless chatter for Alex was mind-numbingly boring. In his mind, she had already made her bed and now it was time to lie in it. Just from his brief encounter with the girl she was unhinged. And what was wrong with that? If she wants to be a murderer so be it. But falsifying this sense of a good person under the manipulation of another was tiring. He felt it in her, her darkness. Anyone else who claimed not to see it was just fooling themselves.

Instead he focused on the second meanings behind words, and whispered comments for only friends' ears. A comment from the daughter of Ares about the unjustness of attacking an unarmed person. Mason's own words in regards to a dead son of Hecate... Another topic of interest he'd make note to talk about later. Or better yet, the comment from Mr. Camp himself, shit talking his own girlfriend. Sylas had to refrain from smiling at that nugget of knowledge. What could the daughter of Hecate have down to stir such outright disgust from him... In front of everyone? Sylas hadn't even laid the ground work for that part of the plan he promised Mason, but it had seemed as though things didn't need his help. Not that it meant he wouldn't nudge it along.

Sylas's attention did turn back to the proceedings at hand when the daughter of Zeus was lead to a basin of water, her memories laid bare for all of them to see. He watched as she plunged a blade into her own mother. Then the hysterics began, similar to what he saw earlier in the day when he only gave her a small nudge. Gods she was a ticking time bomb. Part of him wanted her to be spared just so he could push her over the edge at a later date and see the chaos she could cause when her madness overflows. But, if anything she seemed like a rabid animal in need of putting down. Either way, innocent or guilty, camp would not survive the verdict. They were all tip toeing on the edge of a civil war. It was only a matter of time.

“Entertained so far?” Evelyn asked as she looked back over at him.

"Immensely," Sylas replied with a single word. Oh, he could go on and share the things he was learning. But he liked leaving a bit of mystery, and enjoyed even more watching her try to figure him out. It was all in the thrill of the chase.

“Also, I am terribly curious to see what you think of my matchmaking skills.” Evelyn motioned toward Eve who was preying on some other unfortunate idiot. “But I'm most curious to know why you interfered with Eve. That hand intercept of yours could almost be seen as a preserving move. Now, a man's intentions can remain his own, but if you don't tell me I'll just assume you have a secret soft spot for me.”

"I can see why you came to your conclusion," Sylas answered as he looked in Eve's direction. "But she isn't quite my type. I like my women mature, calculating... unpredictable." He smirked slightly as he looked back to his present company. "Qualities she does not possess."

Sylas than ran the tips of his middle and index fingers across his bottom lip as he contemplated her second question. "Hmmm," he hummed as he looked Evelyn over. "Perhaps I don't like the idea of someone else playing with my toys. Maybe I'm selfish?" He quirked his head to the side. "Or I worry that her sloppiness could back fire onto me and I don't want to be in the line of fire for her impulsive and tactless nature?" Sylas then leaned in toward her slightly, lowering his voice to a whisper while holding her gaze. "Or maybe, I do have a soft spot for you."

He slowly leaned away from her, sitting back upright as he looked around toward the other campers, gauging their reactions to the events of the trial. "You wouldn't like being her puppet," he added with a sideways glance toward the red head. "She wouldn't be as fun as I am."




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"Trust you to take lover-boy's side," Ajax said glaring straight at Andy.

She wanted to get up and just leave. She spoke her peace, only spoke truth to what she witnessed. That was it. Andy had no further obligations to anyone in the arena. Maybe she could just get up and walk out. Get back to Olympus before the others and shut herself in her cabin. If they weren't surrounded by their parents, the Gods or the other campers Andy would have defended herself... Maybe slapped Ajax too. Gods knew she was tired of this back and forth, pick a side bullshit between Mason and Ajax. She was done.

Then she heard Mason's voice as he addressed the crowd, saying things she had heard from him numerous times before. Things that Andy couldn't deny she partly agreed with. She could hear the sadness in his voice, she didn't have to see him to know that tears were filling his eyes. Her jaw clenched as she fought the urge to look at him. She sat there silent, clenching her hands together making her knuckles white as he spoke.

"...I wish I was a son of Hecate for a day." The words instantly made her spin around where she sat to look at him. What was he doing? "So I could show you all what it's like to come back to camp and hear your sibling is dead, the one time you left them unprotected. So you could see their heads disconnected from their bodies... But even the son of Hecate's dead because the children of Zeus only care about themselves and their emotions."

Andy sunk into her seat at his words, slowly turning forward as she stared blankly ahead. Why did Mason have to bring him up now? She couldn't remember much of the battle. All of it was a blur aside from Daniel... Watching him fall to the ground, trying to save him and sending him away with her mother who let him die. She didn't want to think about it. For so long she's been suppressing the memories, keeping them at bay... But even here it seems that they were destined to resurface. Was this over yet?

And then it was Ajax's turn to speak, of course he would. Andy didn't dare look at him, she didn't know if she could handle his judgemental gaze. "Ajax Valis. Son of Zeus. You all forget, that it was Alex who did her best to keep everyone safe last year. She held the biggest threat back with me and our father, placing her own life at risk for everyone else to stand a chance. She held them back so the others could take out the lesser threats. Alex has been nothing but kind, and for a sudden change of personality, surely people should know that isn't right. No one can suddenly change overnight, especially when she's been such a lovely person her entire life. She was a rebel during her teen years before attending Camp Athens, but that doesn't mean she is a murderer. We all have a past.. every single one of us. Does that determine who we are, and who we choose to be now?"

Wrong. Someone can change overnight. Andy has changed, maybe not over night but she is not the same person she once was. With enough motivation a person can go from a saint to a murderer in the blink of an eye. The death of her mother would have been enough to send Alex over the edge. She has never seemed the most stable in Andy's eyes. Maybe that was her own dislike of Alex, but in her own opinion, the girl makes bad choices and it only seemed to drag Ajax down with her. Andy couldn't remember the last time Alex did anything for the camp that was selfless that deserved this blind loyalty Ajax sought from them.

Andy wanted to pull her eyes away from the scene of Alex's memories being played before them, but she couldn't. So she not only killed Jennova but her mother as well? What did this have to do with Jennova's death? Wasn't that what this trial was for? Her mind raced with questions and few answers. Alex couldn't seem to handle the replaying of her memories so the Gods allowed for a brief break. And in that break Liv spoke up. A voice Andy did not expect to have anything to say. She looked to the girl and listened as she mentioned lack of evidence, comparing emotional stakes to the truth.

But Andy's attention wasn't undivided until she heard her own name. "How do you know that Andy saw what she saw because she did say that there was limited visibility. One can't be convicted guilt of hearsay." Liv then proceeded all but tell the Gods that trial was irrelevant with out circumstantial evidence. She understood that the girl was just trying to give a neutral unbiased opinion but it seemed the more she spoke the more annoyed Andy became.

With a sigh, Andy stood up once again. She didn't want to speak again, but looked as though she had no choice. "I would not have stood up and given a testimony that was going to make half of the people here hate me if it was just hearsay... Or if I wasn't certain of what I witnessed," she said at first speaking toward Liv personally. Andy might have been coming off defensive, but it was the truth. She would not have given some half baked excuse for truth if she wasn't certain. "If the Gods wish to see for themselves, I will gladly walk down to that pool and show you all." She pointed to the water that, just a moment earlier, Alex's own memories were presented for the crowd. "As for evidence, what do you want? Her corpse? I buried her out of respect for the dead and her loved ones. And I won't exhume her body for spectacle."

Her gaze drifted over to Ajax, who, no doubt, was probably staring daggers at her that very minute. Her voice lowered a bit, this time not speaking as much to the crowd, but to him. "I'm over this petty feud bullshit. I'm over it. I'm on 'the side'," she made air quotes with her fingers showing that she used his words. "Of the dead. Of truth and justice. It's not right to be murdered in your home, in a place you're supposed to feel safe. She deserved a heroes death like the rest of us. And if it was to be at Alex's hands, then a fair fight. But it wasn't."

Andy held his gaze in silence. Her face was serious, but also sad and frustrated. "So, if what I saw... My memories, can bring peace for the dead then I'll happily give them," she concluded loud enough for the Gods to all know that they could take what they wish from her. "I am done being a pawn for the two of you to use against one another."

With nothing else to say, Andy didn't return to her seat, instead ascending up the stairs and out of the arena. Once away from the crowd she felt like she was finally able to breath. Her hands grasped at her sides as she paced outside the entrance to the Acropolis. For the first time in... longer than she could remember, Andy felt like some of her burdens were finally off her back. The constant fighting and tug-of-war between Ajax and Mason. The emotional rollercoaster they put her through. The weight of Jennova's death preying at the back of her mind... All washed clean in a matter of minutes. All that remained was the overwhelming guilt of being unable to save her brother and she was left with Keith. Whoever or whatever the hell he was.

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Well the trial was keeping him entertained so that was good for him. But more interesting for her were his thoughts on the daughter of Hera. “I can see why you came to your conclusion. But she isn't quite my type. I like my women mature, calculating... unpredictable. Qualities she does not possess.”

Evelyn nodded, taking the feedback on board. Eve did show a fraction of those qualities to Evelyn anyway, apart from the maturity. “Always worth knowing, thank you.”

But her second question, regarding herself and his own actions, seemed to make him think and Evelyn listened and waited intently. “Hmmm. Perhaps I don't like the idea of someone else playing with my toys. Maybe I'm selfish?” Evelyn quirked up a brow. Was that the answer he wanted to lock in? “Or I worry that her sloppiness could back fire onto me and I don't want to be in the line of fire for her impulsive and tactless nature?” Of course he'd answer, he couldn't have a false impression that he was tender floating around, now could he? Sylas leaned forward. “Or maybe, I do have a soft spot for you.” Evelyn smiled. She actually enjoyed being proved different by this man. It was how he continuously won her intrigue.

She gently took his collar between her fingers, not tugging, not pulling, nor demanding his attention, but keeping him close. “If I had to pick one of the three, I'd say the first.” She let the fabric slip from her fingers. “You do strike me as someone that doesn't like to share and is very self-orientated.” To give him a scope into her logic, she continued, “Worrying about another's actions seems beneath you, especially with nothing to tie you and Eve together. As for the last option, as flattering as the thought is, I don't believe we've had enough time together for you to grow such attachment. Yet,” she added.

Sylas returned to his casual position. “You wouldn't like being her puppet. She wouldn't be as fun as I am.”

Evelyn stifled a laugh, lowering her head to hide the reaction. “I don't think I'd appreciate being anyone's puppet. No matter their fun value. I can imagine it though.” Evelyn watched a daughter of Poseidon rise and speak her earlier logic. Evidence was going to be the only substantial thing, yes. Somebody got it.

But Keith scoffed and let out a bitter remark in reply, “Sorry, we forgot to bring Jenn's head to appease you,” surprising Evelyn as well as himself. Maybe when she made more progress with Sylas, if such a thing existed, she'd have to readdress Keith, even when he was in the company of two beautiful and warm girls. There was a strange case surrounding him. The daughter of Hecate spoke again and had the same thought in the way of prosecuting evidence. “As for evidence, what do you want? Her corpse?” Then there was a temporary dispersion.

She leaned towards Sylas, eyes still on the arena, picking up from their conversation regarding her as a puppet. “Eve wants gossip to collect information and to pull on a few heartstrings. She wants to be the embodiment of envy and jealousy to women, and desire to men. I'd be a great informant for her, but considering I'm not a male, she'd grow bored and release her spell. Now as your puppet, the bidding you'd have me do could vary.” Evelyn looked at him. Even if she knew Sylas's exact motives for camp, he'd still probably mix his puppets chores up. There would always be some factor of unpredictability to him. “If you're lucky all you might have to do is ask rather than be domineering.”

Evelyn turned her attention to Sloane, who buried herself far away from others and at the back of the arena. She was likely the only one that knew Sylas. What a privilege and curse it must have been on the girl. But Evelyn didn't care to interrogate somebody about someone else, Sloane held her own mystery. As for the company next to Sloane, well, he was a new face and unpinnable from this distance. “Do you happen to know who that devilishly handsome man is by your sister?” Though 'devilishly handsome' was the best way to describe Sylas himself. Evelyn smirked slightly. She supposed it was time to test the son of Eris's ego again. Particularly now that one of 'his toys' and sister had their attention on the same dark-haired male. Sylas did have a rather commanding presence. Perhaps her question would show lack of tact/clumsiness and irk her precious company. Who knew, and that was what she loved.

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Pete watched as their fellow demi-gods spoke up to give their 2 cents worth. All emotional appeals, Alex’s cheer squad to two who gave their own rallying cries, that bored him. Surely none of this garbage would hold any impact of the proceedings, not if it were to be run like a proper trial.

For something that felt inconsequential in the face of actual evidence, it was awfully cruel. To hear what all Alex’s precious peers had to say about her, to relive her crime from every angle. It was obviously cutting her raw, from way up the back she looked a fragile nothing, especially when compared to her display of power from the stables earlier. And that was before they brought out the Pensieve. Horrible, gory memories filled up the room and Pete felt compelled to watch, sitting up at attention for the first time in the trial.

The images faded quickly before Alex was allowed a quick break. Pete relaxed back into his seat, eyeing off Sloane who seemed completely unaffected by the images. She finally answered his question. "Well I agree with Liv, that evidence is needed to some extent. But from where I'm sitting, the question isn't whether or not Alex killed this Jennova, but if the intentions were her own."

Ah, Liv, the girl in the bloody clothes who spoke earlier. No doubt her words would irk most, but he appreciated her forthright speech. He glanced over at her, she sat alone and he knew her words were unlikely to bring her any company. He would have invited her over but he was one for friendly crowds and he doubted Sloane was either.

Pete turned to Sloane, remembering clearly their earlier conversation. He was aware she was the daughter or Eris, the goddess of discord, and capable of her own manipulation, but it appeared that their manipulation didn’t work on each other too well. “It is too easy to take someone’s will for your own.” He replied knowing better than most. His sister could push people in whatever direction she wanted, but Pete could possess people, using their body for his own ends “Hard to prove though.” If that was their defence, Alex’s family was going to be hard pressed to prove it. People who manipulated other knew how to cover their tracks.

Sloane cocked an eyebrow at him, deciding it was his time to speak. "Your thoughts?"

He shot her a half smile, his best attempt at playful. “Oh, I don’t give those away, even for a penny.” His attempt at being jovial felt awkward even to him, not that it was a lie. He wasn’t in the habit of revealing his thought or feelings to anyone. He bent down to rub at a scoff mark on his left boot “She’s guilty alright. Just depends if they want her dead or not,” he said motioning to the panel of judging Gods, all haughty and well, god-like. He tone was detached as if he were discussing the weather not the ending of someone’s life. Though he hoped they didn't choose the death route with this.

“Though,” He sat back up raising an eyebrow to Sloane, recalling her earlier comment. “I’m not the smartest lad.” His eyes were drawn past Sloane to a red head several rows down, an inconspicuous hair colour. Especially when she was turned to looked at them, and she was sitting next to the infamous Sylas. “Despite your best efforts, you’ve drawn attention.” He muttered darkly nodding towards the pair sitting rows down from them.







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Eve watched the trial with interest and curiosity. Obvious lines were drawn in the sand, with Andy’s speech siding her with Mason and pissing off her beloved boyfriend. Alex’s like gang of boyfriends swearing that she was kind hearted and whatever. Through it all Eve’s eyes were drawn to the one-armed demi god of love. She wasn’t an idiot, she could understand double-talk and knew what Evelyn and Sylas were getting at. Aphrodite’s children were all gifted with the ability to manipulate others, clearly that protected him from her own influence somehow.

Luckily for Eve, she didn’t need her powers to turn people into her own dolls, moving them about to keep her entertained. She was already formulating a plan, she’d just have to wait to find him alone.

Her thoughts were brought back to the trail though when they produced a Pensieve, illuminating Alex’s dark memories. Eve turned her eyes to the spectators, watching Zeus and Ajax, their reactions far more fascinating then the images displayed.

It was gone in a an instant and then a recess was called leaving her side by side with Theo. And he didn’t waste time turning to her he spoke up, "So ummm... what was it you had to tell me?" He’d leaned into her slightly as he spoke, a situation she used to her advantage by leaning in slightly, giving them the impression of close friends sharing secrets to anyone looking their way.

Eve stared at her hands. “Right.” She said, before chewing her lip and forcing her eyes to once more water. She tried to make herself as small and pathetic as possible. “Well, see Trinity overheard me telling my brother than Wes asked me out.” She wrung her hands together, a sure sign of nerves. She didn’t know what Trinity had told Theo, so she was going to have to stick as close to the truth as possible. “But well, he- he didn’t.” A single tear fell from her eye that she forcefully rubbed away. “It feels so dumb now. I didn’t mean for all this to happen.” She looked up at Theo with an eager, hopeful expression, grabbing at his arm. “You believe me right?” She asked, using her influence magic, believe me. She figured he was safe to manipulate a little since Artemis didn’t grace her children with any powers of manipulation.

“See, Mason was the one who asked me out. Well- to his cabin tonight. That’s hardly the same thing is it?” Eve laughed forcing it to sound shaky and nervous. “I didn’t even say yes! I’m- I’m not like that.” She would have said a silent apology to Mason for dragging his name into this, but well after everything else she hardly felt this was crossing some big line. Plus, if Trinity and Andy ever got talking this would at least hold up.

Another tear left her eye as she looked at her jeans, picking at the rip in them, she wanted to look as meek and pathetic as possible in Theo’s eyes. “I just didn’t want my brother to worry about me, you know, getting involved with a son of Hades. So I just… used Wes’ name, it was a stupid little lie. I didn’t know she’d hear it.”

Eve looked up at Theo with a shaky smile, “You’ll tell Trinity for me? I think she might rip me limb from limb if I try?” She let out a shaky laugh that wasn’t entirely faked. She was certain Trinity would try to kill her if she approached her directly any time soon. Eve was aware of the choice she was giving Theo though. Theo could pass the message on to Trinity, watch her get back with Wes and face being a permanent third wheel to the their relationship. Or he could keep the information to himself and make a real attempt and gaining Trinity’s love. Whatever choice he made, Eve would learn something important about him. She added on a barely audible whisper for extra effect, "plus, I doubt anyone would believe me anymore."

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Being attacked by the emotionally vulnerable was an inevitable byproduct of trying to remain as unbiased as possible whilst also attempting to reach the same goal: an end to the trial and the doubt once and for all. First it was Keith with his side comment, ”Sorry, we forgot to bring Jenn’s head to appease you.”. That came as expected, and she allowed it to roll off of her shoulder. Clearly her entire argument was dismissed immediately for bitterness.

Then there was Andromeda, of whom was understandably on the defense. Only a few words struck Poseidon’s daughter as particularly so, and she realizes that perhaps it was she who made an err in speech. Either that, or no one chose to listen to her - just like in Trinity’s case. Instead of listening, everyone just jumps to conclusions. It was impossible to help anyone here, honestly. ”As for evidence, what do you want? Her corpse? I buried her out of respect for the dead and her loved ones. And I won't exhume her body for spectacle."

Literally no one offered anything of value that would draw the trial to an end. Instead, emotions and pleas to her friendliness or tempered manner were being brought up - as if any of that had to do with anything. After all, some of the most notorious serial killers had families and were folks of charismatic persuasion. Friendliness meant nothing to those that were not capable of being emotional, or even worse, those that simply knew how to act without betraying the fact that they were psychopaths. All of their points were moot. The memory pool, something reminiscent of a past that may or may not have actually been (because everyone assumes all Demigods come here with knowledge of all of these things), is interesting - but it’s not proof of this murder.

“Sanity is an issue when we are talking about the capabilities of manipulations. Also, no one was asking for proof of a murder or that the girl is, indeed, dead. Rather, proof that it was an act committed by Alex alone and of her own volition. No one listens here. But please do carry on with your emotional ramblings so that we can be here forever for something that can be solved, irrefutably, with proof. But if you guys are fine just taking jabs at each other and taking sides without actually knowing the truth, well... Who the fuck cares? It's only a trial.” She would leave it there, crossing her arms over her chest and flinging her feet on the back of the seat in front of her (if that was possible). Alex was not her friend, and this whole trial had nothing to do with her. But if this was going to be how trials work and how illogical and ready her peers are to attack each other based on how they feel, then gods help any of them that land themselves in Alex’s spot in the future. Maybe they will be lucky to have another rational being up here, like Liv, trying to figure out the actual happenings instead of allowing them to be slaughtered by their personality.

Finally, voices of reason and logic break through all thr bullshit. This interested Liv. Her eyes swivel toward Ethan and Heath, head tilted. When their questions are addressed, it seemed half-assed. Jennova's brother had no interest in the truth; only in convicting Alex. A shame that all the logical bystanders were being quietly or vocally admonished while the emotional headaches were so heroic.

Since there was no one really listening, and everyone is so angry about trying to find truth and justice in a logical and rational manner, she closes her eyes, leans back, and pops some earbuds into her ears. There was honestly no one here worth the trouble, and daddy-dearest was doing gods knows what.



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"Oh Cherise, I don't know how much your father told you about Iliana, but we are trying to keep what happened to her a bit private since it's up to Iliana if she wants to talk about it. Only gods who know about Iliana are Zeus, Athena, your father, Hypnos, Hermes, Hestia, and myself. Also my daughter can not speak at the moment so she communicates through her notebook. Have fun you two." She smiles at that, giving Demeter a rather goofy two-fingered salute. At least, from a distance she probably looked silly. Probably up close, too. ”Not a problem! The secret is safe with me,” she chimes, bouncing on her heels whilst rendering the famous gesture of zipping her mouth shut. Then she’d grab the girl gently by the wrist, if she was allowed to do so, and they’d be off! She hopes that her rather innocent and eccentric demeanor might give off a good vibe. Someone that does both the two-fingered salute and the zippy mouth is certainly not hostile!

Cherise guides Iliana to a chosen seat; ensuring that she settled down and was reassured before she, herself, sat. She offered her a quick pat on the thigh; a platonic gesture that further implies that she’s well within reach just in case anything should arise. Not that Apollo’s daughter was particularly strong or capable of certain things, but she was an amiable presence in the midst of all of this… chaos.

Next was Keith, as he also required something of a kind presence beside him. While Cherise did not know the depths in which Keith was dragged into during the events of the last year, there was an inkling of a feeling that the trial would be harsh on everyone. There were the bereaved, the bitter, those uncertain, and others that were friends to the accused. It was a motley of emotions all in one place and at once, and she knows a thing or two about demigod temperaments. She had done some homework regarding this place called Athens, in which she’d be forced to mingle for gods only know how long.

For a moment Evelyn looked back at him, and even for the timing of a half-heartbeat, as the redhead averts her gaze back to her present company, Cherise locks eyes with her. It’s not long at all. Fleeting. Curiosity lending her the desire to look to her side and gaze at Keith - to wonder if something was up. Though, the way he had looked at Evelyn earlier, it was probable that maybe the two of them had a thing for one another. She isn’t jealous, but she isn’t sure what to make of it. Then again, she’s new. If anyone looked at her, they’d notice her shrug at seemingly nothing - just a passing thought.

Fingers drum along her knees as she had witnessed the trial; and she found herself gently clawing and grasping at her skirt at the memory of Alex’s mother. Her nose wriggles back and forth, but she’s relatively calm. There wasn’t much that could be expected from her - input or otherwise.

”Sorry, we forgot to bring Jenn’s head to appease you,” pulls her out of the spell of just staring at a now crystal clear pool of water. Recess was called, and folks seemed to venture off and do their own thing. Cherise just kind of… stayed where she was; stuck in her own la-la land of thoughts.



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The trial was not of much interest to him, to be honest. There were too many emotions for any of it to make sense, and he didn’t see a good ending for it anytime soon. His eyes roll as certain people spoke - even Liv because she’s so damned long-winded and punch-able. No wonder Trinity fucked her up.

“Would you be able to hurt your mum with Ares rage?” Trinity inquired, looking at him for something. His gut told him that maybe she was looking for some words of comfort - that he would tell her “no” and that they could control themselves like that. Even with the people they loved. Liam was the honest type of guy, and he wasn’t going to color some unicorn fantasy world where everything was cotton candy or puffy. Or whatever girls liked.

“Yes,” he replied tersely, and after waiting for her expression - and perhaps even a word or two, he sighs and turns to face her, “We can hurt even those we love and care about. But I think that…as long as you are aware of that, you can figure out how to calm your father’s curse down before it gets to that point. But Trinity,” he pauses, looking from her to the trial floor where Alex had been observed, “Don’t you ever forget the feeling that all this rage gives you. Don’t forget that rage makes us blind. If you forget it or you think you’re above it, that’s when you’re going to do it. Trust me on that.” There - one brotherly duty done for the day; sage words of advice from a meathead. It would probably not come again anytime soon.

He turned away and leaned back into his chair, “Dirtbag,” Trinity scoffs, and that causes Liam to look back at Theo and Eve. Oh, the busty blonde - that would give him a perfect in. Especially upon seeing that Sloane was otherwise occupied with another guy.

Not that there was jealousy, of course. She’s pretty, but if he went over there and shoved him aside, she’d probably not like that very much. He had the feeling that he’d probably just make her shrivel in her seat, and not in a good way either. There was a good way to do that, he thought idly.

When Trinity departs, he looks over at Andy and gives her a thumb’s up before she turns around and leaves. After all, the woman stood up and told it like it was, and it did look like she had been a bit scared of it.

Liam, himself, pushes his lumbering form from his seat and makes his way to Eve and Theo. Of course he sat himself next to the blonde, body turned to her and elbow propped on the back of the chair. He makes a little show of flexing his biceps - getting his arms in that perfect position so that they’d wrinkle his shirt in that muscular way. Whatever way that was because women loved muscles. He honestly didn’t have much else going for him.

Liam was good looking, obviously athletic, and had a lot of hidden intelligence that was more intuitive than book smart. He was a likeable guy, but he has one itsy bitsy fault, and it spills out of his mouth unabashedly. “I couldn’t help but notice that you have nice tits.”

There - there was the pig that all women hated to wake up beside in the morning. It was really appalling, but his inability to appropriately compliment a woman probably has a lot to do with the fact that it meant that they wouldn’t get too attached. “You’re blonde, too, which is even better.”

When she’d turn to look at him, which she certainly will anytime now - even if it was to deliver a justified slap to the face, Liam would drink her figure in like a glutton eyeing the baking aisle of a grocery store. It’s a bad metaphor, but Liam was full of them.

“I am Liam, the-” he paused, trying to get out the word son, but he couldn’t do it. The thought made him sick to his stomach. “I am Trinity’s half-brother.” That was better. So much better. Trinity, for all of her faults, was better than having to align himself with his father by calling himself his son.

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Image"Hi, I am Ethan, Hestia's son. I have a question for Ajax." Ajax turns his head to look at him. "Didn't you mention something about a bracelet that belonged to Alex and you believed it to be cursed and the cause of her actions toward Jennova. Do you still have it? If this bracelet is cursed it could provide some answers and physical proof." Ajax turns his head again, this time in his father's direction who was looking straight at him, waiting for his son to answer the question.

Ajax nods. "I had Hecate look at it before the trial began. It was cursed, but it's not cursed anymore. We left it too late to find out who left the mark." he said. His eyes land on Hades. He had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that it was him, since part from his son, Hades was the one who had a deep dislike towards his father. At least, they were the only two he knew about without any doubts lingering in the back of his head. He could bet his life on it.

Liv gave a long speech, and even though she did have a point, it was clear that no one was patient enough to find out what would come next. His sister had just managed to grab herself a break, and already everyone grew restless. He didn't blame them, but a trial wasn't supposed to be fun. Ajax's gaze moves to his hands as he clasps them together, rubbing at the skin on the back of his hand as he stares at his feet with his mind absent as he waits for his sister to continue with the memories that Ajax didn't like seeing, but if it's all that can prove Alex's innocence... then so be it.




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Image "I had Hecate look at it before the trial began. It was cursed, but it's not cursed anymore. We left it too late to find out who left the mark." If only that cursed object had still been intact. The trial would have ended so much sooner. "No matter. Everything will be brought to light soon enough."

As his son's eyes travel to where Hades and Mason sat, Zeus also looked in their direction. It was easy to point the finger without hard evidence, which is why Zeus did not act. So many enemies lurked the very corners of Tartarus, their souls forever wailing in the depths of despair, unable to escape their torment for the gates to the underworld remained guarded by Hade's loyal beast. Cerberus. Though it was not Hades who had placed them there, not all of them at least.

So many of them still want their revenge on the King of Mount Olympus, and so many still prefer Hades as the king instead.

Hades no doubt had plans conjuring inside of that head of his, but Zeus's only concerns, for now, were on his daughter.

With his weight baring down into his hands on the arms of the throne, he straightens himself up to stand. A couple of the Demigods had left already, and he wasn't about to stop the others if they no longer wished to sit during a drawn-out trial. But every second counted for Alex. "Thank you, Miss Pfeiffer, but we are aware of what needs to be done. We will not allow my daughter's trial to be decided on emotions alone, hence why the method I am using is in progress."

He knew that she meant well, so he hoped that he wasn't too harsh. Gods didn't have much to them when it came to emotions, they lacked in areas which human's did not. But this didn't mean they felt nothing... their emotions just weren't as intense, which is why it was so easy for Zeus to leave Susanna after choosing to return to his realm. Still, he knew what love was and how much he did love her. Still loves her.

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Image Alex sat on the sidelines, gathering the strength she'd need for round two of reliving the memories she wanted to remain forgotten. "Are you ready to continue?" her father asks.

Alex looks down for a second before looking back up and giving him the answer they all wanted. "Yes." as the Goddess who had stepped forward to help moves her back to the pensieve, Alex was regretting every second of ever coming in the first place. But it needed to be done to clear her name once and for all. "I am so tired, and I just... I want it to be done with. I'm ready." she stepped back into the cool liquid and closed her eyes.

The Pensieve lunged into action once more, throwing Alex into a much deeper memory this time. The night of Jennova's death.

Alex remembered it well now. Jenn's face was stoic and emotionless while she took a drink of her water before leaning her right shoulder against the door frame. "What do you want?" she said, right before Alex unsheathed the sword that was attached to her back. "What the hell do you think you're doing with that?" Jennova took a step back. "Ah... well, if you think you can scare me then you're wro--" THUMP, a severed head hit the ground. She hadn't given Jennova a chance to finish.

It was Andy and Wes who had found her, and Even back then, with what was right there before them... Wes still never judged Alex. He gave her a chance to explain. "We should get you to--" Wes cut off. He hadn't noticed that Andy had run off to get Alex's brother, but there Ajax was. He had arrived and was yelling so loud that the entire camp could have heard him.

"What have you done! what the hell were you thinking?" He looked at the headless body.

"He's going to kill me... Mason's going to kill me."

"I won't let anyone kill you" Wes promised.

The memories went on a little further until there was indeed evidence of the bracelet getting to Alex by Jennova's hand. All to please her father.




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God of War || Hex: #b32626


Image Ares let out a frustrated sigh as he watched the memories unfold. They were only going to point towards the God they had always suspected from the very beginning. As much as Hera still disliked Zeus, she had too much to lose and had been promised her Queen status on condition of keeping her claws out of the children. So it couldn't have been her.

"We have all witnessed that Hades manipulated his daughter to carry out his work against Miss Valis, so, with permission from Zeus himself, the Gods of mount Olympus hereby sentence Hades, ruler of the underworld... banished. To Tartarus." of course he wasn't going to stay there forever, no doubt he'd find his way out one way or another. The Olympian guards took hold of Hades, and escorted him out of the Acropolis. Thank god the trial was over. Ares still believed that it was pointless for everyone to have come. They could have easily found everything out without them having to see the young girls memories, but maybe it's because Zeus wanted them to know and see for themselves that his daughter wasn't the monster that many so believed. There was no bringing back Jennova, but at least all of them could move on in time, knowing that it was all done by the hands of Hades. again.




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Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Pete Drakos
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“It is too easy to take someone’s will for your own,” Pete said as he turned to Sloane. “Hard to prove though.”

Sloane looked him over slightly, while her fingers twiddled in her lap. He wasn't wrong. It was so easy to persuade people, no matter how much she disliked it. She tried to fight the urge to glance over at Liam, but eventually her gaze found her way to the brute of a man. And it seemed for the brief moment she looked to him, Liam's gaze met her own. She inhaled sharply and nodded her head in agreement to her present company's comment. "It's hard to prove magic. It doesn't leave a finger print."

Then, when Pete was presented with her question he flashed her a half of a smile. “Oh, I don’t give those away, even for a penny.” Sloane remained sitting upright and poised as he leaned forward to deal with some matter with his shoe. “She’s guilty alright. Just depends if they want her dead or not.” Her gaze followed the motioning of his hand toward the present Gods.

Honestly, Sloane didn't much care for the verdict. She ran a hand back through her dark hair as she studied the surrounding Gods and demigods, half wanting it to go one way and half another. Pete's tone showed he was as detached from the proceedings as she felt, although she tried not to be as open about it. Olympus court was nothing like the courts of mortals. There... Alex would be guilty. No contest.

“Though, I’m not the smartest lad.” Sloane smirked as he acknowledged their earlier comment. But then it quickly faded as she watched his attention shift from her to something past her. She slowly turned her head finding the red head that caught his attention. The girl sat with her brother and stared unabashedly toward her. “Despite your best efforts, you’ve drawn attention.” And then Sylas's own gaze found his way back toward her.

Sloane sighed, leaning back in her seat, sparing a side eyed glance toward Pete. "That's unfortunate. I thought I could go through life invisible."

The trial quickly resumed and it seemed as though how easily everything seemed to be turned against the Daughter of Zeus, one memory surfaced from the girl turned the tables entirely. Then as swiftly as the proceedings started up, they ended with the word of Ares gave the final sentence to Hades, banishing him to Tartarus. Nothing was said of Alex, but no doubt she was now innocent. If she weren't in the company of Gods and demigods alike she might have even scoffed at how easily the verdict flipped sides.

"Well... That was convenient," was all Sloane managed to mutter about the conclusion of the trial, speaking only quiet enough for Pete to hear. With a sigh, she pushed off of the seat, moving to her feet. She had no desire to linger around or mingle. "I think I've had enough of Olympus for quite some time," she concluded with a polite nod toward Pete.

Sloane was unsure if Pete would follow her or not. He was free to do as he wished, but she desired to have her feet firmly upon the mortal ground. Being one of the first to leave the Acropolis, she didn't have to snake her way around many others, only slipping past the daughter of Hecate who lingered by the exit. She found the Pegasus where they were left and quickly mounted it. Sloane wanted nothing more to take off and descend back down to earth, but remembering the ratio of campers to creatures, she sighed and decided to wait until someone wished to join her.




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Sylas's brow quirked as Evelyn took hold of his collar, begging him to keep his attention on her. “If I had to pick one of the three, I'd say the first,” she said as she released the fabric of his shirt. “You do strike me as someone that doesn't like to share and is very self-orientated. Worrying about another's actions seems beneath you, especially with nothing to tie you and Eve together. As for the last option, as flattering as the thought is, I don't believe we've had enough time together for you to grow such attachment. Yet,” she concluded.

Evelyn definitely was much smarter than she let looked. It was rare for someone to surprise Sylas like she did. Of course, even he himself could not clearly agree or disagree with some of her assumptions, but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy watching her connect the dots to what she assumed was him. He couldn't help but smile as her stifled laugh in regards to his other comment. “I don't think I'd appreciate being anyone's puppet. No matter their fun value. I can imagine it though.”

Sylas hummed at the comment, like he took that as a challenge. But said nothing. He let his gaze drift back to some of the bullshit that could barely be considered a proper trial. More of he said she said, way too many character witnesses and people who have no stake in the matter feeling the need to state their peace when it was uncalled for. Then there was a recess. Surprising. It seemed as though the trial had barely been underway yet they were breaking. At this rate there wouldn't be a verdict for another decade.

“Eve wants gossip to collect information and to pull on a few heartstrings. She wants to be the embodiment of envy and jealousy to women, and desire to men. I'd be a great informant for her, but considering I'm not a male, she'd grow bored and release her spell. Now as your puppet, the bidding you'd have me do could vary.” He chuckled as he leaned back in his seat. “If you're lucky all you might have to do is ask rather than be domineering.”

"I'm not much of the... asking type. But I'll keep that in mind." Sylas turned his attention toward Evelyn, preparing to continue the conversation with more innuendos and presumptuous talking but found her looking toward the back of the arena.

He didn't really bother himself with what might have caught her attention, that was until she spoke. “Do you happen to know who that devilishly handsome man is by your sister?”

Sylas had to fight the urge to snap his head around in his sister's direction. But he knew an action like that wouldn't go unnoticed by Evelyn. He kept his expression unchanging as he slowly turned around and set her eyes on Sloane. He didn't know who expected to be sitting beside her, but definitely not the man he encountered earlier that day. What in the world were Eve and her brother playing at? His brows furrowed as he held Sloane's gaze for the brief moment she looked in their direction.

He smirked as he face forward. Sure, Sylas could have approached his sister... caused a scene. But her knowing that he saw it was torture enough for her, at least for the time being. "That would be the brother to our dear Eve." Sylas then ran his hand back through his hair trying to project the facade of someone unfazed. Sloane knew very well that her magic wouldn't work on the boy, yet she let him sit with her. So, either he was distracting her or she was dumb. And he knew his sister wasn't dumb. But he'd get the truth from her later. "No doubt he must be up to something nefarious, like his sister."

Then, before he knew it, the trial concluded. It was almost out of left field how suddenly Alex's memories brought forth sufficient enough evidence to convict the one God all the others hated. Interesting how they are so quick to incriminate him, yet drag on for ages to do the same for the girl. Prejudice bullshit. If it were a child of any of the other unfavored Gods like Hecate, Hades, Eris... or even Hera, they would have been damned from the moment they stepped upon the soil of Olympus. But no, Alex was a daughter of Zeus. Un-fucking-touchable. Sylas couldn't quite hide his disgust at the way things unfolded. Not nearly as entertaining as he'd had hoped.

With a sigh, he pushed off his knees and stood. "Well I do think that our conversation was the highlight of this trip. Because this trial was rather disappointing." Sylas looked over to Mason. He wouldn't be half surprised if he saw him leap over the side of the arena and attack Alex right there. Would he help the son of Hades? Who knew. But the trial was bullshit. He could only imagine how fuming Mason would be as the little mouse who couldn't speak tried to communicate with him... Probably trying to be sympathetic. Why was it whenever someone tried to give their sympathies they always had to share a story about themselves, like that made it any better? It never did.

Sylas scanned the group of demigods. Half relieved, half pissed... A melting pot of emotions, ready to bubble over at any moment. This was a recipe for chaos, even without the added help of himself or the Hera kids. It was only a matter of time before all hell broke loose at camp and they were all going for each others' throats. "I give it a week before half of the demigods here are going at one another."




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"Hey," Mason's voice broke the silence. Andy quickly spun around on her heels, her right fist balled. She wanted to tell him to leave her alone, just go away but the words never found their way to her lips. Instead she crossed her arms as he held up his hands as a way to show her he wasn't there to fight. Not that time, anyway. "I come in peace. I just wanted to check you were okay."

"I'm not." Her reply was brief. She didn't try to mask her frustration and anger, letting it show in the way she stood, her facial expression and even the whole two words she spoke. Any other day, Andy would have probably rambled on about everything that had her pissed off. She wouldn't have been thankful at his presence. But not then.

"I also wanted to say I am grateful for your testimony and offering to have your memories looked into. I know it's not over yet but I wanted to say thanks, it means a lot. I'm scared shitless to see what you saw." He even laughed once. Was this his idea of fixing everything that had been broken between them? "But if it's evidence..."

Andy didn't move. She just stood there, staring at him, taking in his words. Part of her wanted to say she didn't do it for him. But they'd both know that was a lie. So, she settled for silence until he nodded toward her and returned to the Acropolis. She contemplated leaving. No Gods came to her, requesting her candor or memories. But she didn't want to be told what happened from someone else. Although the results would be pretty black and white, she didn't need someone twisting how that happened to persuade her to think one way or another.

She didn't re-enter the Acropolis, instead standing at the entrance behind everyone else and watched. Andy winced and looked away as the memories showed Jennova's head removed from her body. After a brief moment, she looked back up seeing a mirage of herself arriving at the scene along with Wes. And then there was a second memory... Jennova handing over the bracelet to Alex. Then that was it. Apparently to the Gods that was damning enough for Hades and Alex's saving grace. Andy had to fight the temptation to let out a disappointed laugh. Why did she expect a fair trial? She had no loyalty to Hades, she had more reason to hate him than most. Yet, this wasn't fair. Condemning a God from a single memory from one girl who is desperate to save her own skin. She rolled her eyes and shook her head and turned from the arena. Mason wasn't going to accept that. And this time, she wasn't going to stop him.

Andy was about to head back to the pegasi and go home, but a new blonde camper all but bee lined for her outside of the arena. She tried her best to seem as welcoming as possible because there was no chance of her dodging the conversation at this point. "Good day, my name is Heath and I am Athena's son. I am also Iliana's adoptive brother. She wanted me to let you know that the trial is over. It turns out that Hades was the cause of Alex's actions for he cursed a bracelet of hers that caused her to become unhinged."

"I saw," she managed to reply as politely as possible.

"I guess Jennova was a friend of yours and I am sorry for your loss. Hades has been banished to the underworld. Anyway, Iliana ultimately wanted to make sure you were going to be okay too. Would you like to be alone for now?"

Andy shook her head. "She wasn't my friend. I don't even know if we ever spoke to one another. I just..." Then she caught herself before she bared everything to Heath. She didn't want to unpack all of that, because the second the flood gates opened they couldn't be closed back up. So, instead she shook her head and brushed it off. "Never mind. Thanks." She gave her best smile. "I just want to go home." Before she got asked anymore questions or stopped by anyone else, Andy turned and headed for their rides out.

Just as she reached the Pegasi, a voice called to her. "Andromeda, I thought you might have come to see me?"

Andy stopped before the nearest Pegasus, not turning around as she addressed her mother. "Why?"

"Because... I'm your mother," Hecate replied.

"And what about Daniel?" Andy snapped, turning to face the Goddess.

Hecate sighed, extending her hand toward her. "Please, Andromeda... Just let me explain."

"No," Andy almost growled as she shoved her mother's hand away. "I don't know what you did to him. But that thing in there," She pointed toward the arena as she spoke. "Is not my brother."

Hecate was quiet as she tried to find the right words. She parted her lips, but Andy spoke up before she could. "Fix him... Or forget that I'm your daughter."




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Wes watched as Alex's memories were displayed for them all to watch. A two-armed version of him even arrived, bringing back his own memories of his arrival at the scene. So many other things transpired that year that he nearly forgot he showed up when Andy did. The words his spoke echoed throughout the arena. It was weird having these images of himself displayed for everyone. It wasn't like a sex tape was plastered everywhere but it somehow still managed to feel like an invasion. No one ever liked watching themselves in videos or hearing their own voices... This was no different.

"So, with permission from Zeus himself, the Gods of mount Olympus hereby sentence Hades, ruler of the underworld... banished. To Tartarus."

His heart nearly skipped a beat with relief as the verdict was made. Hades was guilty, not Alex. Finally, Hades was being punished like he had deserved so many times in the past. Part of him wishes that the sentence was worse for Andy's sake along with Alex's but now wasn't the time to argue for a worser penalty. After all, could Gods even be killed? Well if they could, he deserved it.

Wes gave Duke a pat on the back, while flashing him a smile. Not that the two were the closest of friends. But he knew that he had to be feeling similarly how Wes was... relief. Then instinctually, he glanced over his shoulder to find Trinity in the crowd. And she wasn't there. Not that she would have been happy to find him looking a her. He sighed and moved to his feet, making his way outside the arena but he didn't see her. He wondered his way over to the Pegasi and found Andy arguing with someone, only catching the tail end of the conversation.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt," he apologized.

"Don't. I was just leaving." Andy said before turning her back toward the Goddess.

"I... uh... Wesley Preston," he offered his right hand to the Goddess, not really know how to act as he accidentally stepped into that conversation.

But before she could respond, Andy called to him. "Can you help me, please?" He gave Hecate an apologetic smile before he helped Andy onto the back of the Pegasus. "Are you going down?" she asked.

"Um, sure?" Andy was probably his safest bet for riding companion at this point and by the looks of her she was ready to get out of there. With or without him. Part of him wanted to stay behind and wait to speak to Alex, but no doubt her father, her brother... Duke and maybe even the Gods wanted to speak with her. So, he mounted the pegasus and they quickly descended back down to the camp.

Once there, Andy didn't say anything else aside from a passing thank you after he helped her down. She quickly took off in her own direction toward her cabin, leaving him standing there like a big dumb idiot. What was new? Wes scratched his head as he trudged off toward his cabin, testing the reflexes of his new arm as he did, clenching the fingers, twisting and bending it in every direction to see if it did what he wanted. He had no idea a fake arm could do that.

Wes sighed, dropping his arm to his side as he made his way up the steps remembering the state he left his place in. Well, at least he couldn't lie about being busy the rest of the day because it would take that long for him to clean it all up. Then he could just, be alone. But when he opened the door he found everything picked up and back where it belonged... And a blonde standing in the middle of the room with her back to him. His hand slowly fell to his side. "Trinity?" he said, barely above a whisper.

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Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Pete Drakos Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor
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Pete watched Sloane out of the corner of his eye as she sighed against her seat. “That’s unfortunate. I thought I could go through life invisible.” She certainly made a good attempt at staying out of the limelight – he liked that about her. Though he was left with even more questions about why she’d shirk from the attention of her brother.

As the trial begun to start up again, Pete muttered back, “Unfortunately, pretty girls don’t really get the luxury of invisibility.” Then the whole thing came to a grinding halt, one small piece of evidence was revealed in Alex’s memories and the whole trial was called to a very sudden, and a very abrupt ending. Pete glanced across the watching crowd, knowing that this would not abate their desire for bloodshed. Things would only get worse from here – he was sure of it.

Sloan spoke up, though Pete had lean towards her to catch her words. “Well… that was convenient.” He couldn’t help a small chuckle that came out of him in reaction to her words. Convenient was and understatement.

He responded with a similar sentiment, though he spoke louder than Sloane not caring if he was overheard. He wasn’t speaking anything untrue. “I feel like I just watched an episode of telly that had to wrap up before the 6 o’clock news.”

“I think I’ve had enough of Olympus for quite some time,” Sloane said rising to her feet, a small sigh rolling out of her petite frame. Pete mirrored the sentiment, but was slower to do it. Watching at Sloane walked away, he rose to his feet, stretching his arms above his head, letting out a yawn. He intended to follow her, if he had to ride one of those beasts alone, he’d probably tumble to his death. But he meandered a little too much, and watched on as Mason stole away his riding partner.

So he hung back, lingering and watching Alex celebrate with her brother and father. He couldn’t help noticing that the cheer squad who had seemed intent on letting her know they were here for her, had already taken off. He waited for her to move away from the group, climbing up on one of the horses, before he meandered over, hands in his pocket. “That was certainly dramatic.” He said.

He glanced over at the few remaining campers still hovering about. “Couldn’t help noticing your cheer squad didn’t hang around. You know the one-armed one, and that walking six-pack.” Pete’s word might hurt, but it was the truth. They’d up and left, without so much as a ‘congratulations for surviving your trial for murder’ hug. He motioned to the horse she was sitting on, “I hope you weren’t planning on riding solo, ‘cause I definitely need help in not plummeting to my death.”

With that he swung up behind her, remembering Sloane’s tip about the back being easier, attempting to make himself look more a natural on horses than he was. And failing. “I’m not a horse guy,” He muttered by way of explanation.

Once they were in flight, he did lean forward for a moment to whisper in her ear, “I am glad you’re returning with your pretty head intact though.”







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Eve watched Theo chew over the information, his thought process written all over his face. He really didn’t want to get involved, but he did trust what Eve had told him. Finally he spoke with a smile, “I’ll do what I can.”

Beating back a smirk, Eve forced out a relieved grin, and jumped up to wrap her arms around his neck. “Thankyou!” She settled back into her seat as they both turned to watch the finale of the trial – which ended with a sizzle rather than a bang in case you were wondering.

Eve actually felt bad for Mason as he was forced to watch his dad carted away and his sister’s murderer walk free. She didn’t know what she’d do if anyone killed Pete. Though the resentment that this trial would leave, was ripe for manipulation, a little push here and there, and she was sure she could force this whole situation to blow up. The trail having concluded, Theo turned back to her, his voice kind. Which was a good sign as it meant he trust her story. “Remember, I’ll do what I can. Just try to keep yourself out of trouble.”

“Oh, I swear it. I hate all of this drama and will stay a good ten metres away from all of it from now on.” She said replicating his kind smile. Before he could rise though, she leaned over and landed a quick kiss on his check. “Thank you so much.” She said, allowing her eye to water like she might cry again. Then he left.

She watched him leave, and her sweet smile dropped from her face. Trinity would absolutely hate it if he tried to get involved. And it would only can the next part of her plan all the more believable. Eve was interrupted from her thoughts as a body settled into the seat next to her. “I couldn’t help but notice you have nice tits.”

Seriously, not only was someone trying to pick up at a murder trial that was his opening line? She didn’t turn around, fixing her gaze forward, she hoped he’d get the message. Apparently he didn’t as he spoke again. “You’re a blonde, too, which is even better.”

With a sigh she turned around to face the internet troll come to life. And he made no secret of the inspection her made of her body, apparently he was pretty satisfied with the view. “Let me guess? You want to know if the carpet matches the drapes.” Eve responded, disinterest coating her body language and words. He was beefy, coating in an extra layer of muscle. Eve thought him the worst kind of human, one who fought battle with fists and no intelligence.

“I am Liam, the- I am Trinity’s half-brother.” A lifetime of watching other people and reading into their mannerisms taught Eve to notice Liam’s hesitation, and she locked it away to ponder on for another time. Though her ears caught on Trinity’s name, and she found a new reason to be interested in him – if only because it would piss Trinity off.

He wouldn’t get anything from Eve through such crude means, but that didn’t mean she had to act disinterested. Replicating his previous behaviour, she made a show of checking him out, running her gaze along the bulk of his muscles. Then with a smirk she leaned in towards him, placing a hand on his upper thigh. When she was close enough she whispered in his ear, “I’d call you repulsive, but I wouldn’t want to turn you on.” She squeezed his thigh, before using that hand to push herself out of her seat. She introduced herself as she got up, "I'm Eve. Sister of no one important."

She gotten a few steps away from him and was about to make a comment about him watching her ass, when she remembered the cursed flying horses. Looking back at Liam she decided he was a good an option as any to help her back to earth. “If you want to rub against me on one of those beasts, you better help me up first.” With that she turned and headed toward the waiting horses, approaching the first found, waiting for assistance to come.

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Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Pete Drakos Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor
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Sloane adjust her stance upon the Pegasus, waiting for whomever decided to wonder up and ride along with her. Part of her assumed it be her brother who'd threaten to toss her from the mount mid flight. Or maybe Pete again. The dark, mischievous male seemed quite reoccupied by her all of a sudden, so it wouldn't shock her. But it looked like surprise was in the cards for the day, because yet another dark male made his way toward her.

Mason was attractive, of course. Any woman with eyes could see that. But it took her by surprise how he strutted over to her not even trying to appear as if he had intentions to ride with someone else. "Hope you're not reserving a seat," he said before he climbed up onto the creature behind her.

"Not particularly," Sloane replied as she scooted forward a bit to make room for him.

"Because you're my best bet."

She couldn't help but glance over her shoulder at him, her brows furrowing. "That's a first," she said more to herself rather than him. No one ever searched her out as their 'best bet'... It was more often that she was a last resort. In one single day she went from being a fly on the wall to sharing the company of three campers. Albeit, one she sought out herself.

Sloane tried her best to remain calm when she felt Mason's arms snake their way around her waist. "Sorry." She didn't say anything, just nodded her head, reminding herself to be calm. Her delicate hands took hold of the Pegasus's main gently. Before they took off, she glanced around at the other campers as they prepared to take off. She caught a glimpse of the hulking son of Ares stumble his way onto the back of a Pegasus behind Eve. He didn't waste time. Although he looked as though he might take the opportunity to also dip his wick while discovering the truth.

She then found Pete who showed up a little too late. When his gaze met hers, she gave him a slight smile like a silent apology. Then gently tapped her heels into the side of the Pegasus to get lift off. The flight back was silent. Sloane was fine with that. Mason didn't seem like he wished to talk about it or wanted empty sympathies... She knew she wouldn't if she were in his shoes. Instead she focused on keeping them both on top of their ride until its hooves were firmly planted on the ground once again.

She turned slightly to face Mason and helped him down. Then while he still stood close, Sloane placed a hand on his shoulder, using him for support as she dismounted. "Thanks. For tolerating me."

Sloane's brows furrowed as she turned to face him. "You say that as if your presence is usually intolerable."

Mason then went to walk away, not that she was surprised. Last time she checked her presence wasn't the most sought after either. But then he stopped and addressed her again. "Do you want to get food or something? Can I walk you to your cabin?" The truth of the matter, she had no desire to go back to her cabin. There, she'd only be waiting for her brother to show up and drill her with questions about Liam, Pete... and now Mason.

"You don't have to be so polite." She stood their silent for a minute trying to find the right answer to his question. "I just wish to avoid Sylas for as long as possible. And if you want to be alone, I understand." Sloane hadn't figured out where she was going to go, or what she was going to do. She stepped out of her heels, instantly sink another handful of inches shorter than her present company, then scooped her shoes up in her right hand.

Sloane took a step forward when another Pegasus ferrying Liam and Eve landed near by. Her gaze drifted between the familiarity of the two, then back to her present company. "Aren't the two of you... a thing?" she asked quietly so only Mason could hear her. She didn't pretend like she hadn't seen some of their interactions. Sloane had zero desired to get involved in any camp drama, but she couldn't help but be sympathetic to the day Mason has been through.

"I can go take Liam off her hands, if you wish to talk with her," she offered. That wouldn't be hard, especially with her magic already working its way on him. "I doubt my presence with you would make her jealous. I'm not the type of person that other women are jealous of," she concluded as she looked toward him, deciding to linger a little bit longer.




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“Probably less.” Evelyn wasn't wrong. Sylas could see the rifts between others forming plan as day and it seemed that the trial might have been the catalyst. He waited for the redhead to stand and slowly followed suit, adjusting his shirt slightly as he stood beside her. He couldn't help but feel the judemental gaze of Nemesis from Acropolis. A smirk slightly crossed his face as he followed after the red head. Just before he exited the arena he flashed a wink to the Goddess, then exited.

“Will we be riding together or do you have other plans?”

"The question would be if you wish to be burdened with my presence further."Sylas followed her to the Pegasi. He watched as the horse was pleased by her touch, pushing back into her hand. He nodded his head toward the Pegasus, before he gently took her waist in his hands and lifted her up onto the creature's back.

Before he could reply or try to mount the horse himself, one of the insufferable goody-two-shoe trio approached. "Excuse me, are you waiting for someone? If not would it be okay if I got a ride back to camp with you? Oh, my name is Ethan and I am Hestia's son."

Sylas gave the horse a gentle pat before he took a step away. "Looks like you have a taker." His expression was less than amused when he looked toward Ethan. Everything about him and his siblings annoyed the shit out of Sylas. They were like the Valises... but worse. He was surprised to see one of them away from the others. With a smile and a wink to Evelyn, he wondered his way over to an unencumbered Pegasus.

With a sigh, Sylas hoisted himself up. Gods did he hate doing this solo. But he wasn't going to let that show on his face. He watched as the other campers partnered up, his sister even long gone. He noticed Ajax unaccompanied, but had no desire to ride with him and to the best of his knowledge the son of Zeus could fly. So with a tight grasp of the mane, he set off for camp.

Thankfully the flight was short and he arrived at camp in one piece... relatively. Sylas had to all but jump off the Pegasus wanting to have his feet upon the ground. But he remained calm and slowly climbed down. He looked around at the other campers, curious to see Sloane with Mason, while a large beefy guy talked to the blonde minx. He had half a mind to linger, but instead decide to head off into the woods, following the path back to the cabins.




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The flight was quick, thank the Gods. Andy didn't even waste her time trying to talk to Wes or anything. He seemed be wanting to go to his cabin and she was in no mood to deal with anyone. She slid off the back of the Pegasus and gave Wes a pat on the arm before she walked around him and headed straight for the cabins.

Andy was hoping she was quick enough to disappear before someone caught sight of her... Mason, Ajax, whomever. A few feet down the path, she started hopping as she removed her heels. Dresses, heels, makeup, that wasn't her. She stepped over tree roots and took shortcuts to get her there faster, letting out a soft sigh when she saw her cabin. She hurried up the stairs, dropping her shoes on the porch before she made her way inside.

She a kick of her right foot, she shut the door behind her. Andy didn't waste time changing or anything, instead just made her way over to her bed and collapsed face first into her pillows. With a sigh, she shifted onto her side, leaving her back to the door. She wasn't tired, instead just stood as the wall as she curled up into a ball.




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“Hey. I thought – I…um...” Wes didn't say anything, he just let Trinity speak. That didn't need to start yelling at each other. “I didn’t follow you.” He had nearly forgotten he said that earlier. His gaze fell at the thought of how angry he was earlier and how he yelled at her. “I just... I'll leave. Sorry.”

Wes didn't move or say anything as Trinity finally moved and went to grab her ipod. But before she exited, she stopped. She didn't make eye contact with him as she spoke, her fist clenched. “I shouldn't have talked to you how I did. I don't own you or anything and your decisions are yours but it upset me that you would let some absolute crappy bimbo in your cabin to do god knows what.” His jaw clenched as he remained silent, letting her finish what she had to say. “Then you have those stupid Aphrodite charms that wrap everyone around your finger and the Wes defence squad gets involved.”

Before he could argue his own side, she raised her hand to stop him. “I know that's not your fault but it still bugs me.” Trinity let out a sigh, as if she was relieved to speak her peace. “I'm glad you got an arm back and that Alex made it in one piece.”

Trinity went to go walk past him and leave, but Wes slowly reached out and took a hold of her arm to stop her. "I'm sorry I yelled at you earlier," he started, speaking softly before he turned to face her. "You may not own me... But I am yours, no one else's."

Wes slowly released his hold on her arm and took a deep breath. "Trinity... I think I... You know what, no I don't think I know. I love you." He just came out and said it. His face showed his own surprise at actually speaking the words. Yay for being a stupid son of Aphrodite, unable to even try to mask his emotions. "And if you don't feel the same way... or, don't want me to think of you like that. Then I'll accept it. I just want you to be happy, if that's with me, or Theo, or someone else, or no one."

It seemed as though everything got hot all at once. Maybe it was because he was blushing or he was nervous of what she might say or not say in return. Wes took a step into his cabin, pull his jacket off and tossing it on the couch. He sighed as he gripped the back of a chair and stared at the ground. "I would never do something to hurt you. I don't want other girls. I don't want to be with other girls. I want you and only you." He ran his hand back through his hair but couldn't bring himself to look toward her. "I just wish you trusted me."

He could have mentioned Eve touching him earlier that day. How he sensed her trying to manipulate him. Maybe she did the same thing to Trinity? But either way, it wasn't his place to tell Trinity what she felt or thought was wrong, or discredit her emotions. That'd only make things worse. Wes just exhaled a deep breath as he slowly walked around the sofa before sitting down in it. His right arm moved to the armrest, his head resting in his palm. He was tired of fighting and being angry. There was nothing else he could say or do that'd make her believe him or trust him. At that point, if she wanted to leave he wasn't going to stop her.

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Image She stroked the side of the horse's neck, and before she could leave Mount Olympus, Pete had made his way over to her. “That was certainly dramatic.” He said.

"Trials usually are. I just wish the Gods didn't have to drag everyone, including yourself, to see every gory detail of my messed up head. At least now I know I'm not guilty. I can get my life back on track."

As Pete glanced over at the few remaining campers still hovering about, so did Alex. “Couldn’t help noticing your cheer squad didn’t hang around. You know the one-armed one, and that walking six-pack.”

She looked down after hearing those words, fighting the urge to tell him to mind his own business... but he wasn't wrong. Alex did her best to dig for excuses good enough for her to defend them. "They're probably tired. It's been a long day. Everyone just wants to get back home and move on from everything. They'll see me in the morning, so... it's fine." she was lying. It did hurt that they had just both left like that, but there was always tomorrow.

“I hope you weren’t planning on riding solo, ‘cause I definitely need help in not plummeting to my death.” She smiled and held her hand out to him.

She pulled him up, letting go of him the second he was sat closely behind her. By accident, or on purpose... she didn't care. It had been a while since anyone had noticed her other than, 'AJax's Little Sister'.

"Maybe I can teach you how to ride some day."

“I’m not a horse guy,”

"Who said anything about horses?" She smirked. Teasing him. He was attractive, but part of her still couldn't trust him until he had proven himself. He was a good distraction to help kick back all the dark crap that had kept her from living. "Ready?" she shuffled back a little, making sure she was close to him. "Hold on." She lightly clucked her tongue, and the horse began to open its wings before it ran towards the cliff edge, diving into the clouds below before it's huge wings shot out to the sides. Gliding through the air.

Her skin tingled gently as Pete leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “I am glad you’re returning with your pretty head intact though.”

She turned her body and head to him, locking her eyes on him as she gave him a pearly white smile. "Why's that?" she finally asked. "Would you have missed me?"





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Image ~Okay Ajax, I'll ride with you, but I won't be able to talk with you until we get back to camp.~ That was fine by him since he needed to go over his own thoughts anyway about the entire trial. Seeing everything his sister had done due to manipulation, and the feeling of not being able to protect her from it in the first place. He blamed himself, yet again.

~Lia is my nickname. So, after you I guess?~

He could tell she was finding it awkward, or that she was feeling anxious about the entire situation he had invited her into, but she would be ago once he had given her the time to warm up to him.

Ajax motioned his head to the horse with a smile. "Ladies first." he carefully took hold of her waist and hoisted her up onto the horse's back before hopping on behind her, before he took the reins and chuckled as he felt her tense up slightly with his arms either side of her. "Relax. I'm not going to hurt you, or throw you off mid-flight. I promise. That's only for those who start singing annoying songs." he joked, knowing that she wouldn't be able to with being quiet. It wasn't long before they were back at Camp. The horse executed its landing perfectly before he hopped off and helped Iliana down gently. "See, wasn't so bad was it?" he asked, and gave her shoulder a gentle, comforting rub. "I swear I'm not all Mr.Angry."

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The following day, Ajax woke with the feeling that he hadn't slept that well. The trial still lingering in his head, the feeling of his own girlfriend hating him more than ever, and how everyone was going to be now Alex was free.

There was always going to be tension in the air no matter what, and after yesterday... they needed something normal. Something that could at least allow them to relax for a little while Maybe a beach party like last year? It would be easy to set up. Daniel was the only person, so far, that he knew was enthusiastic about music, or maybe they could set up a cushioned area on the beach, huge fabric screen to watch a horror movie or something like that?

He got out of bed and put on some clean clothes after quickly using the bathroom to wash etc, and headed outside and headed towards the canteen to get some breakfast.

He sat in the far corner by himself, for now, hoping that he wasn't looking unapproachable to those who needed him as the staff announcement came through the speakers. "As soon as you can, head to the staff cabin and vote for the poll that is pinned outside. Movie night and games with drinks and food, or Just a traditional Campfire, music, games, drinks and food." the speakers squeaked slightly as they turned off, and Ajax remained to enjoy his morning cereal of cornflakes. He had voted for the movie night.

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Pete was momentarily thrown when she looked back at him with a toothy smile. It was the first smile she’d actually graced him with. "Why's that?" She asked, and Pete had to pause and actually remember what he’d said. Oh yeah, something dumb about being glad she’d not dead.

On principle he didn’t lie, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t avoid. “I think you’re supposed to keep your eyes one the road. Er, sky.” He muttered. Remembering where they were shot another bolt of fear through him – there was something very unnatural about this. And he griped tighter to Alex in front of him.

Unfortunately, Alex wouldn’t be persuaded to change the subject. "Would you have missed me?” he knew she was being playful, but it wasn’t a question he felt like giving a joking answer to.

He sighed ready to answer, but was saved by hooves hitting sand. He scrambled off the beast, and watched on as Alex showed off what would most likely be a flawless dismount. A better gentlemen would have offered her assistance, even just a hand, but he wasn’t chivalrous, especially not to a woman who was clearly capable on horseback. He shoved his hands in his pockets and started heading up the beach side by side with Alex.

“I think,” he scrunched up his face thinking of the right way to put it that was honest, without being mean. Because the truth was, he wouldn’t have missed her, he didn’t even really know her yet. He wasn't used to avoiding hurting people's feelings, and he was finding it annoying. “I would miss the opportunity to know you better.”

When the time came to part, he paused and looked straight at Alex. “You should just tell those guys you’re pissy about them leaving.” Pete said referring to her lie earlier about being ‘okay’ with Theo and Wes leaving without her. He hated dishonesty in a person, and it had been an easy lie to spot. Well, easy for him to spot, he grew up with a pathological liar after all.

With that said, he gave her a slight nod before heading off in the direction of own cabin. Refusing to acknowledge that he could have just travelled through the shadows to his cabin rather than taking the long way, walking up with beach with Alex. Especially since he hated unnecessary exercise.
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Pete woke up to some announcement about a camp fire vs movie night vote off. He personally couldn’t care less, so long as neither was an alcohol free event. With a yawn, Pete rolled out of bed, changed, grabbed his current book, and headed to the main hall.

Neither of the Drakos siblings were morning people, but unlike his sister who seemed to inhale her entire body weight in food each morning, Pete’s stomach recoiled at the thought of eating before midday. Instead he opted for a strong black coffee. With all the tables occupied, he headed to the table mate he thought would be the least tiresome and chatty. The tiny blonde who seemed to not speak, ever.

He stretched out in his seat, taking a few long sips of his coffee, enjoying the silence. He thought about cracking open his beat up paperback, Carrie, which he’d tossed onto the table, but instead he looked over at the girl across from him. “What's your name again?”

His curiosity about people was an old habit that was hard to break. But he wasn’t like his sister, he wasn’t going to play games. If he wanted to know something about someone, he was just going to ask it, no filler or fluff. Which is explains his next tactless question for the meek girl. “And why don’t you speak?”

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Image She hadn't been afraid of not looking where they were flying since the horse knew exactly where it was going anyway. He was about to answer her question, but they had arrived back at camp quicker than she had expected.

After dismounting the horse perfectly through years of practice on her own, Pete had managed to join her on the ground. She folded both of her arms and began to walk beside him along the beach towards camp. It looked like everyone had arrived back before them, many of them probably already tucked away in bed after a long, drawn-out trial.

“I think,” Pete began to say, breaking the silence. “I would miss the opportunity to know you better.” he had finally replied to her previous question. He didn't have to, but she was happy that he did. Alex smiled at that as she looked down toward her feet. The camp was closer by now, and also time for them to part ways. As Pete stood still, so did Alex. “You should just tell those guys you’re pissy about them leaving.” Pete said.

Should she? their lives didn't revolve around her, and neither did hers around them, so was it even right for her to be upset with them? no doubt they had perfect reasons to just up and leave. Especially since she was with her brother and father anyway. Maybe tomorrow at some point. Tonight she just wanted her bed. Her eyes were getting heavier by the second.

Pete gave her a slight nod before heading off in the direction of what Alex presumed to be toward his own cabin, but she didn't head to hers. Not right away. Instead, she remained on the beach for a little while. It was good opportunity to clear some of the thoughts that lingered in that head of hers about the trial.

The sun was almost set. Such a beautiful sight, and to think that today could have been her last to see it or anything wonderful that came with life itself.

She placed her behind down onto the sand, her arms wrapped around her legs as she pulled them into her chest with her chin resting upon her knees. The waves gently crashed against the shore as she looked up at the moon that had become more visible now the sun had finally gone to sleep, bringing out the clusters of never-ending diamonds that twinkled in the black veil of night. Later evenings like this were honestly her favorite. All she could hear was the gentle chirpings of crickets that sat in the nearby grass, rubbing their back legs together like a tiny orchestra while the lightning bugs seemed to dance along to it.

She covered her mouth as she yawned. It was time to head to bed for real this time, so she got up and headed to her cabin.

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With the sun hidden behind the curtains that remained shut in Alex's room, she hadn't had time to even open her eyes all that much as Wes made his way into the room after a gentle knock. "Peace offering from a shitty best friend?" he asked.

"Wh-what?" she said, rubbing at her eyes and trying to focus on him as he made his way over to her bed, setting the coffee and doughnuts down on her nightstand. She propped herself up a little with her pillows resting behind her for support as she listened to what Wes had to say. Surely Pete hadn't mentioned anything to him.

"I'm sorry I disappeared after the trial. I thought you might have wanted family time... I was kinda lost in my own world." He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Trinity and I had a fight. Somehow, someone got it into her head that I invited another girl back to my cabin. So, turns out she doesn't trust me... and I told her I love her." Wes let out a weak laugh as he shrugged his shoulders.

Image "Slow down. First of all.." she held her hand onto his arm as if to steady him. "Thank you for the breakfast, and I am so happy to see you this morning, but... I... Pete didn't say anything to you, did he?" She grabbed a doughnut, stuffing a bit of it into her mouth. With her lips now covered in sugar, she smiled. "You're not a shitty friend, Wes, you just have your own problems going on. I won't lie, though, it did hurt that you and Duke left so quickly after the trial, but it's now obvious that you had your reasons. That's the only reason why I'm not angry with you. Duke... well... he will have to explain his side of things." She placed the other half of the doughnut back onto the plate to sip the warm, delicious coffee he had made her. "Definitely a wise choice to bring me coffee and doughnuts." she winked and smiled. Doughnuts were one of her favorite desserts, and she was honestly addicted to the taste of coffee beans no matter what time of day. Though she had promised herself to limit the ammount she drunk each day.

"So, yesterday was shit. We can agree on that." Alex nodded. It definitely was shit. It should have never gotten that far, and even though she was manipulated into murdering her own blood, she still felt as though she could have tried much harder to avoid the situation between her and Jennova. Maybe she could say sorry to Mason directly? thought she knew, deep down that wouldn't change his thoughts or feelings about her. The daughter of Zeus was always going to be a murderer in his eyes, even if she proved that she was a nice person.

Wes flopped onto the bed next to her and placed his hat on her head and flicked the bill before he propped his head up in his left hand. Alex chuckled softly, readjusting the hat. "I've decided that it is mandatory we have fun today. You have to laugh at least 5 times. No tears unless they are from laughter or joy. And I shall redeem myself from being a horrible friend." He smiled toward her, tilting his head to the side slightly. "What do you say?"

She pretended to think long and hard about it before stuffing one of the doughnuts into his mouth. She laughed."Deal. And that's only four more laughs to go already." She smirked. "What do you have planned?"


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Nelly kept her words to herself as Mason introduced himself and began talking about different campers. When he mentioned Liv, Nelly spotted her and remembered her from the trial about finding more evidence. Looks like she was a new camper like herself. Liv didn't appear to be a chatterbox, not like her. For one thing she had deliberately sat alone and was reading. Nelly looked back at Mason when he talked about Ajax. He had also mentioned his girlfriend. Was he jealous? She wondered who this girlfriend was. Whelp, she find out soon enough. One thing was obvious though, Mason hated Ajax and his sister. She remembered his testimony. He comment about Ajax screwing around caused Nelly to raise an eyebrow. Wasn't he one to talk? She had gotten a good whiff of Mason when she sat down and he obvious hadn't had a shower yet because she could smell something on him that totally feminine. He'd been with someone. She wonder if she should tell him that, but with Ajax in the vicinity, combine with her loud voice, and her not knowing who he'd been with, yeah things might not go well for Mason. While Nelly was no stranger to trouble, she did try to avoid causing it if possible. She'll just mention it to him when she got the chance.

All thoughts left her mind when he directed her to follow him to Liv's table. She laughed when he mentioned it was time for Liv to babysit her.

"I am a big girl, daddy, but thank you for your concern."

Liv then proceeded to converse with Mason with a very tart reply. Nelly just let her have her say while watching Mason's reaction. The girl could certainly hold her own. Finally the brunette addressed her.

”Well, on that note - welcome to Camp Athens. I like to call it High School, but with a dash of powers, killer demigods, romance problems on steroids, and whatever else you can imagine, but worse than that."

Nelly giggled before replying, "I've never went to HS so this might be interesting. My mother hired tutors for me because we traveled all the time. Still I only got a GED. Never went to college because by then I was making a living off of my pictures. Oh my name is Penelope, but I prefer Nelly. Roles off the tongue easier. Mason told me you're Liv. Do you prefer to be called that? It sounds like a nickname."

Even though her attention was focused on Liv, she made note of those who also showed up. One in particular caught her eye and that guy looked like he went through the gauntlet. Gees, what happened to him? He'd been silent in the trial, but she remembered he had been sitting with the redhead girl. As she waited for Liv to reply, she also saw a blonde conversing with Ajax, but he didn't look like he was enjoying her company.

"I can see what you mean about romance problems on steroids. I only got in last night, but my dad, Hermes, showed me what happened yesterday through a pensive with his memories. Is there anything else I should be aware of because it looks like I got her at tense time?"

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Iliana watched and ate as other campers arrived. She purpose sat in a place where she could see everything. Nothing really caught her attention though until Cherise showed up with one she only saw briefly before, but knew he was on Ethan and Heath's radar. The two had approached a redhead and Keith. Iliana waved back to Cherise when the girl waved to her as she left. Soon Keith wasn't far behind. It wasn't long before that blonde minx showed up. She first went over to the redhead's table and said something. Iliana wished she was closer to she could hear them. Soon the blonde left to get her own breakfast and made a beeline for Ajax. Iliana frowned and would have joined them, but soon the same guy who told her run yesterday, sat down in front of her. She wasn't expecting this at all.

“What's your name again?”

She started writing that down in her notepad, but then he asked her a question she wasn't too surprised with.

“And why don’t you speak?”

She had a feeling that someone here would ask her that one day. She had prepared herself for that too. She already knew she would be as honest as she was able, but not say everything because she didn't know all the answers herself. She wrote down her answers before showing it to the dark hair guy.

~My name is Iliana. What is yours? And I don't know the exact reason why I can't talk because my memory is all foggy and fractured. All I can tell you is that I was hurt . . . by humans last year and it left me traumatized.~

It was then she saw Heath and Ethan enter the hall. The two guys woke up and saw her note. After taking a shower and getting dressed themselves, they headed straight for the hall. Heath frowned when he saw Pete with his sister. Ethan kept his grin on his face though. The two soon got their own breakfast before going over to Iliana and Pete.

"Good morning Lia. Did we miss something this morning?"

Iliana was quick to write down all she heard and saw that morning and showed it to her friend and brother. She also asked one check on Cherise and the other help Ajax. The two nodded and ate.

"Don't worry, Lia, we'll see to it. You take care of yourself then. And you," Heath said turning to Pete,"Next time you tell my sister to run, I suggest you warn us next time. Excuse us now."

With that, the two guys left the hall.

"Ethan, you go help Ajax since you're more familiar with him. I'll check on Cherise. I want to be able to figure out if Sylas had any influence on her and to see what Eve might have said."

"You be careful then. Are you sure you don't me handling that part since Eve and Sylas are able to manipulate people? Since I can influence others myself, they wouldn't be able to affect me."

"That's exactly why I want you with Ajax. You won't be able to get under her influence."

"Righto then. Good luck. Ethan said before returning to the hall.

He approached Ajax and Eve and immediate sat next to Ajax, not even bothering to address Eve.

"Hey, how are you doing? Heath and I woke up a little late, but I thought I heard an announcement. Do you know what is was?"

Heath soon found Cherise, who was with some other guy. He recognized him for he sat with her during the trial.

"Hi there, sorry if I am interrupting. Iliana wanted to see how you were Cherise. She could tell something was troubling you."

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"Slow down. First of all.." Alex took a hold of his arm to get his attention and stop his rambling mouth. "Thank you for the breakfast, and I am so happy to see you this morning, but... I... Pete didn't say anything to you, did he?"

Wes's brows furrowed. "Who the hell is Pete?" he replied, confused.

"You're not a shitty friend, Wes, you just have your own problems going on. I won't lie, though, it did hurt that you and Duke left so quickly after the trial, but it's now obvious that you had your reasons. That's the only reason why I'm not angry with you. Duke... well... he will have to explain his side of things... Definitely a wise choice to bring me coffee and doughnuts." She added with a wink and a smile after she took a sip of her coffee.

"I know my girl," he returned the smile, happy to know she wasn't mad at him. Wes didn't know if he could handle Alex and Trinity mad at him at the same time.

After Wes's proposal, Alex pretended to think hard about it, like she had other options to weigh. She then stuffed one of the doughnuts into his mouth and laughed. "Deal. And that's only four more laughs to go already. What do you have planned?"

Wes laughed as he took a bite from the doughnut before taking hold of the rest of it in his hand. "Well, we could get you so drunk at the party later that you want to kiss me," he teased. Then he shrugged his shoulders. "I figured today is your first official day of freedom. The world is your oyster and I'm just along for the ride. All I ask is you don't make me do something that will piss off Trinity more." He laughed, as he put a dot of doughnut icing on her nose.




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"Sylas... Nice to meet you, and I was done with it anyway. I was actually going to go get breakfast myself, so I wouldn't mind joining you." He nodded his head and motioned for her to take the lead toward the main hall. Sylas followed after her, down the steps and onto the path that lead to the main hall. "So, um - I don't mean to pry, but who did that to you?" There it was. He could tell she was itching to know the truth and it was only a matter of time before she finally piped up and asked. "Not that you are obligated to answer, of course. It's not like I am the Camp avenger or anything. I'm just wondering who to stay away from."

No one who just had the shit kicked out of them, who was a victim worried of a second offense, would just throw the assailant under the bus. Sylas slid his hands into his pants pockets, taking a long moment before he replied. "Let's just say someone close to me wasn't who I thought they were." He had nothing else to add, not yet. If he wasn't playing a part, his entire approach would be different. But he wasn't.

It wasn't long before they reached the mess hall, which already seemed to be full with several campers. Sylas's gaze instantly found it's way toward his favorite red head and surprisingly, his current company lead them in that very direction. He stood there silent, looking between the awkward love birds and their equally as uncomfortable interactions and Evelyn. First Cherise disappeared, suddenly self conscious of her present appearance. Then it seemed at the prospect of sitting with himself, Keith wanted no part of that.

And then there were two...

“Would you like to sit?”

Sylas nodded his head and slowly walked around the table until he was beside her and took a seat. He could see all the questions on Evelyn's face, but she didn't voice any of them. He couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking, how did she imagine the events that gave him his wounds played out. Part of him wanted to ask, but instead he remained silent.

“Let me,” she whispered as she reached out toward him. Sylas nodded his head slightly and remained still as she did whatever she desired, examining his bruises. As she did so, his gaze scanned the hall. There was no sign of his sister nor the giant meat head.

But there was someone else who wanted his attention instead. “Guess who I saw making a cheeky walk of shame this morning?” Sylas tensed when Eve placed her hand on his shoulder, but he didn't turn to look at her or show that he cared about what she had to say. “Your itsy bitsy little sister.” She then turned to Evelyn, whispering to her like a gossiping school girl. “From that big brute Liam’s house. Guess you can’t account for some people’s taste?”

"Last time I checked, I wasn't my sister's keeper," Sylas replied as he peeled Eve's hand from his shoulder. He watched her walk away and head for yet another victim. He couldn't help but roll his eyes. "How many campers is she trying to sleep with?" he asked, looking over at Evelyn.




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“It's more a couch conversation.” Trinity took Andy's hand and lead her over to the couch. She sat down opposite her friend, her one leg was bent with her food on the couch while her other rested on the ground. She rested her arm upon her knee as she waited patiently for Trinity to say whatever she needed to get off her chest.

“Liking a son of Aphrodite is shit,” she laughed. The corner of Andy's mouth tugged into a sympathetic smile, or was it a frown? “He's like a magnet, people are drawn to him, particularly women and I know that. But, um, apparently last night he had a date with that Eve chick.” With the mention of Eve, Andy tensed, sitting more upright. Her mouth tightened while her brows furrowed. She wasn't going to interrupt Trinity, instead keeping the thought on the tip of her tongue as she tapped her index finger.

“I don't think anything ended up happening. He...he dropped the L bomb on me and I couldn't say it back. I'm not like his past model girlfriends! Wes and I are so different. He's a lover, I'm a fighter. And I'm not talking vaguely, I mean literally. I wanted to beat one his groupies to a pulp and kill his beast, and the crazy bastard goes saying ‘I love you’.” Andy laughed weakly, gently brushing Trin's arm. “I'm afraid for him loving me. I don't deserve it.”

"Ok, so first of all," Andy said as she sat upright and pointed at Trinity with her index finger. "You deserve to be loved and happiness... If that's with Wes or someone else." She relaxed back into the couch. "Wes is mad about you. I have never seen him look at anyone the way he looks at you. Hell," she scoffed quietly. "I don't even know if anyone has looked at me that way."

"And this... Eve," Andy said with a sneer. "I don't know what her deal is but I would bet anything that it was a lie. Because what I was told by her and Mason that they are a thing." Her brows raised as she made a motion with her index fingers along with her words. "And I road back from Olympus with Wes. He left immediately and went straight back to his cabin." Andy didn't say anything else. In the end, it was Trinity's decision what to do about all of it. But the way it seemed to her was Eve was playing a dangerous game. She wasn't very happy about the fact that the blonde used her friends as her own toys.

After a small break of silence, Trinity then turned the conversation to Andy. “What about you?” She tapped Andy's knee and smiled slightly. “What's going on with you? Are you okay?”

"Gods," she sighed, running her fingers back through her hair. "I don't know where to start." Andy adjusted how she sat, her fingers twiddled in her lap as she tried to figure out how to unload... well, everything. "The other night at the party... Ajax told me he loved me. I said it back and then I... spent the night with him." She didn't elaborate on that, Trinity was smart and could connect the dots and Andy wasn't sure if she wanted to unpack that just yet.

"Somehow Mason found out. I've never seen him so mad at me in my entire life. It's not that he doesn't approve of me and Ajax... He's disappointed in me. He treats me like I'm an idiot for being with someone who doesn't worship the ground I walk on. I can't even tell if it's because of his hatred for Ajax or he's jealous." Andy clicked her tongue in her mouth before nodding her head and continuing. "And during capture the flag I got in the middle of a fight between Mason, Ajax and Alex, because I don't seem to know how to stay out of it," she laughed at her own stupidity. "I called Alex a murderer and pissed off Ajax."

Andy's mouth scrunched up as she tapped her finger on the back of the couch. She sighed as her other hand pinched the bridge of her nose. "Then the whole Eve and Mason thing unfolded. And I got... jealous." For the first time since she started talking, Andy looked over at Trinity. "I don't know why. Maybe it's because I'm selfish and don't want to share my friend. Or, I wanted to be shitty about his relationship like he is about mine... Or, I don't know." She sighed. "And Ajax heard the end of Mason and I arguing. He heard me say I was jealous and I wished Mason could say how he really felt."

Now that it all was out in the open, Andy rested her head against the back of the couch while her hands fiddled with the sleeves of her shirt. She was scared to look at Trinity. She felt horrible. She knew she didn't deserve Mason or Ajax in her life. It was dumb that Andy thought her friendship and relationship could live side by side without imploding. She didn't want to be forced to choose between the two of them but it seemed as each day carried on the more she fought with either one of them. "I feel selfish," her voice cracked as she whispered. "I don't deserve either one of them."

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Trinity and Andy weren't the type to openly unload everything very often. They both internalized whatever struggles they were going through for too long. It was like a small weight was lifted off Andy's shoulders now that she was able to talk to someone about it. And when the pair seemed to reach their limit for sharing for the time being, they decided to wonder off toward the main hall. It was safe to say neither one of them wanted to deal with others, but food was more important than their pride... temporarily anyway.

Andy froze outside the entrance of the main hall when she saw, through the sea of campers, the back of Ajax's head and Eve sitting across from him. She watched as the blonde smiled coyly and leaned in towards him. "Are you fucking kidding me?" she hissed under her breath. Andy's jaw was clenched as she threw open the door and trudged straight over to the table, paying no mind to anyone else.

She came up behind Ajax, conjuring a danger in her right hand. Before the blonde had a chance to look over at her, Andy slammed the knife down through the center of her plate and into the table. "Hey Eve," she said with a friendly smile but a sharp tone. "No, no, please... stay." She put her hand on Eve's shoulder, forcefully keeping the girl in her seat as she sat down beside her.

She half looked over her shoulder toward Trinity, pointing at Eve as she spoke. "If she uses her powers on me, break her arm." Andy smiled toward her present company as the dagger dislodged itself from the table and flew into her right hand. "What in the hell do you think you're playing at?"

Andy held her gaze as her smile faded. She ran the tip of her tongue along her top teeth while her leg bounced furiously under the table. She put up her left hand to stop Eve before she could speak, not really wanting to hear what the girl had to say. "I really couldn't careless who you spread your legs for," Andy said as she motioned the knife from Eve's face down to her waist. "But when you try to weave your little web around the people I care about... That's where I have a problem."

She then scooted forward in her seat so that she was inches away from Eve. "I don't have a say in what Mason does with his free time, but if you hurt him or use him or Trinity for your twisted little games, I will make your life a living hell," Andy said each word quiet enough that only her present company could hear. Her voice was strong and assertive in a way she's rarely ever been. "And if you ever flirt with my boyfriend again... I'll fucking murder you."

Andy spun around in her seat so she was finally facing Ajax, but she still side eyed Eve while her grip white knuckled on the knife. "Now, leave." she concluded. With a flick of her free hand upward, thick glass walls shot up from the ground around Eve. They separated the blonde from the rest of the people in the main hall with only a narrow passage way toward the exit. This left the girl with two options, stand there awkwardly or leave in the provided direction. The dagger vanished from Andy's hand as she looked toward Eve one final time, flashing her a curt smile and a wave of her hand.




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Sloane heard Liam come out of his cabin and cursed under her breath. Why hadn't she moved yet? She went to turn and just walk in a direction, any direction but was stopped when he stepped out in front of her. She didn't stop him as he reached out and took her bag from her shoulder. “Sloane, let’s talk about this later, okay? I trust that you had good intentions, and after seeing what your brother is capable of, I believe that you made the only choice you thought you could. I would have appreciated a heads-up, but I get it. I'm not the most approachable guy, and I am probably not smart enough to notice."

She was surprised he was so... calm about it all. Sloane frowned slightly when he mentioned he wasn't smart, but before she could even argue that statement, he continued. “Stay. I want you to stay with me, even if I have to sleep on the couch. You're not a burden to me." She wanted to thank Liam and tell him he could have the bed back, it wasn't right for her to commandeer his bed.

Sloane parted her lips to speak but said nothing as he stepped closer to her. She watched him raise his hand and didn't recoil when he ran his thumb over the scab on her lip. His hand then fell to her neck, as his fingers pulled down her collar to study her neck. Sloane looked away slightly, not even she fully knew how bad they looked, choosing to cover them up rather than look in the mirror. "I'm fine," she said quietly.

"I mean, you can stand out here if you want to, but your things will be inside. You also stink, so… the shower will be waiting for you, too." Sloane chuckled slightly and slowly entered the cabin after he had already disappeared into the bathroom. It was a weird sensation... feeling safe. It was strange, someone as strong and terrifying as Liam was really just a big, dumb, teddy bear... that sometimes objectified women.

She made her way over to the couch, taking a seat and waiting while he got clean. Sloane hadn't noticed the dog was next to her until she felt a cold nose poke her leg before clunky puppy paws climbed their way into her lap. She couldn't help but smile down at the cute little thing, raising her hand to rub its ears. Liam wasn't in the shower long, her eyes accidentally wondered as he drifted from the bathroom to the bedroom in just a towel. The dog looked toward her, cocking its head to the side. Sloane's cheeks flushed as she sunk further into the couch. "Shh," she said to the dog.

When Liam sat down next to her, the puppy quickly left her and found its way into his lap. "I guess it's my turn then," she said as she stood up and slipped off her shoes. Just before she headed to the bathroom, Sloane looked over at him once more. "Thanks Liam." She leaned down and kissed his cheek before she made her way to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Hopefully that wouldn't start a chain reaction of Liam commenting on the shapeliness of her breasts or child bearing hips.

Not having all of her things, she had to shower with whatever products Liam had in his shower, all of which left her smelling a bit like old spice. Not that Sloane minded the smell, but if she expected getting out of this without rumors of her sleeping with Liam, well those chances were shot. She towel dried her hair as best she could, her natural curls coming out from the water. She then put her clean clothes back on and rejoined Liam back in the living room. "I can go make myself scarce... Wonder around camp or get my things so you don't have to babysit me. I don't ruin your chances with the girls at camp." She teased slightly. Her burdens didn't need to be his.

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"Oh, it's just Liv. It's not Livianna or whatever else it might be short for. My mother was a cruel, cruel woman. Loved to keep people on their toes."

"Hey that's fine with me, Liv. With my energy I always kept my mom on her toes, but she's adventurous herself so she didn't mind. But anyway it's nice to meet you."

Indeed, she was thrilled to have hit it off with someone so far. Now the problem would be staying in touch consistently. She was always good at making friends, but keeping them was hard for her.

Liv then warned her about the blonde not too far away. She was sitting with a gorgeous guy and as clueless as Nelly could be when it came to 'romance', she could tell that the guy was not interested in her.

"Oh I'll definitely keep an eye on her then. This should be interesting. I do plan on getting to know everyone here. I do remember her from that court scene and even though she wasn't speaking up, I do remember her sitting with another guy. One of my abilities is my photographic memory so that helps."

She continued eating and was almost done when Liv asked if she was a photographer or model. The model part caught her a bit off guard and she laughed in response.

"Definitely a photographer, hun. I am too independent for my own good and do not take direction well. I've met a few models and omg, it's like that have no meat on their bones at all! And oh, I do documentary pictures mostly from landscapes to city scapes."

Suddenly, all hell broke lose when Andy arrived with who Nelly remembered being Ares's daughter, Trinity. The dark hair lady zeroed in on the minx and really laid it on her, even going so far as to physically threatening her and using her powers. Even Nelly was a little scared of her. Her own skills were the 'threatening type' like Andy's so seeing those kind of powers being used now was unnerving. So this was Ajax's girlfriend. Now the pieces were coming together bit by bit. The blonde, Eve, started to leave, but soon had a few words of her own. One part definitely caught Nelly's attention.

“Now that I think about it though, that must make you feel pretty crappy. Ajax is such perfect, loyal boyfriend to you, and you can’t even fake loyalty. Since we all know you're not a one man kind of gal.”

Now that was eye opening. Nelly's gaze looked at Ajax's reaction and saw him clench his jaw. Did Andy have feelings for someone else? She immediately thought of Mason who appeared to have a thing for Andy based on what he told her. Oh lovely, a love triangle and you add Eve into the mix and it was just one big mess. After making a comment about the 'birds and the bees', Eve left and it wasn't long before Trinity as well as Ajax and Andy. Nelly whistled and turned back to Liv.

"Wow! Now that was intense! You know, Mason told that Ajax has been with other girls, yet according to Eve, Ajax is the loyal one and Andy is the one who is having issues. Now I can already tell Mason doesn't like Ajax, so I am wondering in all of this mess, where does the truth lie? My mom is a journalist and that is always her ultimate goal, to find the truth while being as unbiased as possible."

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Iliana watched as the whole confrontation between Andy and Eve commenced. It was so intense that it left Iliana in shock and she couldn't even take in all the emotions from all parties present. She sensed Ethan using his own serenity inducement immediately to try and help the situation, but it seemed to bounce off of Andy. Only Ajax seemed to be the only one to calm down Andy. Her heart went out to the girl. Her powers were terrifying. Now she had an idea on how Heath and Ethan felt when she used her powers when mad. At least Andy had better control of her abilities because she could have easily killed Eve. Both Ajax and Andy ordered Eve to leave and she did, but not before getting the last word in. She had felt the girl's fear, but there was another emotion she couldn't put her finger on. Well, the girl reaped what she sowed. She looked over at the dark hair guy, read his emotions and wrote down down something before showing it to him.

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So there was a beach party tonight? Well that was bound to be something, Ethan thought. However all thoughts about a party exited his mind as Andy stormed in, along with Trinity. Immediately he started using his serenity inducement, but Andy's anger was so big that he had no effect on her. This was surprising to him for it was his best skill. This wasn't a good sign. Maybe he needed to practice more.

The confrontation didn't last long and soon all participating parties left. Great, now what? Ethan looked back at Iliana and saw she was in shock. Well, better to be in shock then an emotional mess. He decided he would keep an eye on her for Heath, but also kept an eye on Sylas and one of the redheads in the room. He noticed a completely new face come into the hall, but she soon left herself. Ethan figured he'd meet her soon enough. He would tell Heath what happened soon enough. Hopefully though he was having better luck on his end.

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"You’re not interrupting at all! Also, I am fine. I think maybe the stress of a new place is kind of getting to me, but I will be just great. We were just weighing our party options - campfire or movie night. I actually thought that a campfire would be nice if the weather is good for it. How about you?"

Heath wondered Cherise was going to be fine. She wasn't lying, but Heath was still a bit pessimistic. Then his thoughts drifted to the mention of a party. He didn't recall hearing about a party. He did sleep in late, so maybe it happened then?

"Was there an announcement this morning about a party? I accidentally slept in this morning so I don't remember hearing one."

He also wasn't sure which party option he would pick. He wasn't the type who went to these kinds of social interactions.

Then the other guy spoke up and Heath finally paid attention to him. Something about the guy seemed 'off'. He was definitely uncomfortable. It wasn't long before he asked Cherise to heal him. Normally Heath was a nonchalant person, but even he couldn't hide the shock from his eyes.

"Wow, it's a miracle you survived. Oh what's your name again? I am Heath by the way. I am new to this camp."

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Pete had noticed her using the notebook before so he wasn’t shocked when she pulled it out and started scrawling. When she turned it to show him the note she’d written, he took the notebook without asking, leaning back in his seat to peruse her scrawl. My name is Iliana. What is yours? He didn’t spare her a glance up as he mumbled, “Pete” in response and continued reading. And I don't know the exact reason why I can't talk because my memory is all foggy and fractured. All I can tell you is that I was hurt . . . by humans last year and it left me traumatized.

Pete’s response was a low whistle as he tossed the notebook back onto the table for her to snatch back, that seemed a sordid tale indeed. He didn’t have time for any other follow up questions though as the bodyguards/brothers/boyfriends? swooped into the main hall. They sat and ate like men on a mission as Iliana spoke to them through her notebook. Pete for his part slouched back sipping his coffee. He’d make an escape but there was hardly any better choices in the hall.

Eventually they rose to leave, but not before Heath leaned over towards him actually acknowledging Pete’s presence at the table. “And you, next time you tell my sister to run, I suggest you warn us next time. Excuse us now."

“You’re excused,” Pete mumbled to himself as the blonde and redhead left. Noting to himself that he definitely hadn’t promised any sort of warning system. With that he put down his coffee and looked back at Iliana with a raised eyebrow. “You’ve got those two wrapped around your finger, my sister would be impressed. And jealous.” Speaking of the devil herself, Pete’s attention was snapped away by a commotion on the other side of the room. Eve, naturally, at the centre of it. It wasn’t until he saw the flash of a blade though that his whole body became alert, ready to jump to his sister’s rescue the moment things went too far. He wasn’t a fool, he knew whatever was going down, Eve had instigated, but his body was running on the instinct to protect its other half.

Luckily it never got that far, and Eve pranced out of the room like nothing has happened. Of course, he could see she was a little rattled but no one else would. It wasn’t until a notebook was basically prodded at him that his focussed snapped back to Iliana in front of him. Are you okay?.

“What?” He had to the read the note twice more before he realised what she was getting at. He was half out of his seat, he relaxed back into his seat and uncurled his right fist to see that he’d scraped a nail into his palm and drawn blood. Black poisonous blood. Ready for a fight. He looked at it for a minute before wiping his palm clean on his thigh. He scowled darkly at Iliana across the table. “No, not really.”

He’d answered honestly. He wasn’t okay, he was feeling murderous, at his sister for being an idiot, and at himself for jumping up to get himself killed alongside her. “I’m getting the fuck out of here.” He mumbled to Iliana, his version of a politely excusing himself. As he snatched up his coffee and book, prowling out of the main hall.

Heading nowhere in particular, the moment he was far enough away from the crowd he pulled out a cigarette and lighter. Now was the time for a smoke if ever there was one, it was only their second day here and Eve was getting threatened by a knife. Apparently he couldn’t take her anywhere. Taking a long drag he looked out towards the shoreline, “I’m going to fucking kill her.” His threat to no one was sinister and dark even if he had no intention of carrying it out.

His only intention in leaving main hall had been to get away from people, but apparently he’d failed at that as he looked up and saw a brunette only a few feet behind him. Liv something he recalled from the trial. No doubt she’d heard him cursing out Eve and was about to run off and cry murder. “I didn’t-“ He sighed and ran a hand through his already messy hair trying to figure out how to explain it without actually having to say anything. “Sister.” He figured that was the simplest way of explaining it, after all anyone with a sister had threatened to kill them at one time or another.

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It was pretty evident that Nelly put her foot in her mouth again after a few reactions from Liv and even Andy. She saw Hecate's daughter look at her and instantly felt regret. Nelly knew one of her biggest flaws was to say what she was thinking and that often rubbed people the wrong way. She wasn't going to apologize for it, but she would apologize if it hurt someone. Seeing the couple leave, she made a mental note to apologize later. It wasn't long before Liv spoke to her though.

"I'm only going to say this one time, dear. You will be better off staying out of their drama. These girls here, they don't want help. They want everyone to feel just as sorry for them as they do for themselves. They want all the boys here to revolve around them and their fragile little egos, and these silly boys are more than happy to oblige."

~A little late for that, staying out of trouble at least.~ Nelly thought.

Also, Liv seemed to be jumping to quick conclusions here. She sounded so sure here. Also she wasn't making much sense either. What do these girls not want help with? Nelly couldn't help but look a little perplexed at Liv's statement there.

"I say, let them consume each other's time with all their bullshit. Me, I have training to do - things that are more important than your quest for gossip. Because while all of you are busy playing high school, I will be busy exploring all the ways that my powers could make people pay for their slights."

Ooh, that really burned, but Nelly wouldn't let it get to her. Liv was definitely someone to be aware of. Her being a child of Poseidon meant she was more powerful then her. She would make sure to stay on her good side. And being a gossip wasn't something Nelly tried to be, it just happened at times. Her father was definitely a talker himself. Her thoughts became jarred when someone showed up.

"Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt. I was just wondering if this seat was taken. I don't think we've been properly introduced. I'm Sylas."

Liv was quick to introduce herself before leaving. Nelly kept her eyes on the new guy though. Even though she had her normal 'nice smile' in place, if there was one person she'd been told to be wary of, it was this guy. Her father told her Sylas was a Child of Eris when she inquired about him. Hermes knew how bad Eris could be. This was the person who was ultimately the reason for the Great Trojan war so Hermes never pulled pranks on her like he had with others, even Hades. Nelly then noticed that Sylas was bruised in some areas.

"Hi there Sylas, my name is Penelope, but most call my Nelly. And as you can see it's just me here now and I wasn't waiting for anyone. I actually got in last night from another trip. Now I hope I am not being a bother here, but are you okay?" she asked, pointing to his bruises.

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Pete's answer to her question scared Iliana. Yes he was definitely not fine. He was furious, but unlike Andy's temper, his was more like a volcano about to erupt rather then a storm, and those kinds of tempers could be more dangerous. He suddenly left and Iliana thought about him for a bit. She could tell he wanted to ask her more about her ordeal and in all honesty, she wasn't ready to talk about it. His statement about Ethan and Heath though had caught her off guard. It also made her think. It never occurred to her, but Pete was right, those two did do everything she asked them to. She had gotten use to Heath's attentions even growing up for he always wanted to protect her. He always been that way, especially after what happened to her recently. And Ethan had taken a break from college just to help her. Was she being selfish? Had she come to rely so heavily on Ethan and Heath so much that they didn't have their own lives to live anymore?

"Now that's a serious face. Care to share Lia?"

Ethan's sudden appearance caused Iliana to gasp in surprised.

"Oops, sorry Lia. I should have realized you were deep in thought."

Ethan saw Pete leave and figured he would check on Iliana. Iliana soon calmed down before answering his question. Ethan saw Iliana's serious face again as she handed him her notebook.

~Do I take up too much of your free time?~

"Where did this come Lia? Ethan asked, confused.

~Pete, the guy that was here. He mentioned something and it made me wonder if I demand too much of your and Heath's time. You two are always with me and rarely do anything for yourselves. Ethan I know you took a hiatus from college to help me. I don't want you and Heath to be around me so much if it means it's taking away from you enjoying your lives. I am sorry for being selfish.~

This gave Ethan pause. True, much of his currently life did revolve around helping Iliana, but he had made that choice. He knew how dangerous humans were and it was his choice to help Heath and Iliana. Heath had even told him how grateful he was to Ethan once and it made him feel wonderful to feel useful. Heath wasn't one to dish out compliments, so when he did give one, he always meant it.

"Listen to me Lia. You've been through hell and back in your life and I wanted to help. I think you're one of the strongest people I know and you've made great strides from the tragedies you've been through. You're also one of the most selfless people I know too and I've known a lot of people because you always are trying to help others. You're not forcing me to do something I don't want to do. I want to help. I know there will be plenty of times at this camp when I'll get to do my own thing. For now I am just content to hang out with you two since I am more comfortable with ya'll. Believe me though, I do want to meet everyone in this camp, even the more complicated ones."

Iliana listened and nodded. It was a lot to think of. One thing she knew she was going to do though, try to spend more time away from Heath and Ethan. She didn't have to meet everyone in this camp, or least get to know them, but there was no hurry either. That's when she remembered this morning's announcement.

~We're suppose to vote for a movie night or a campfire party night by the way. I don't care either way honestly, but I think I would prefer the campfire since there be more space so I can be alone if I want to, or leave early. I am going to go walk by myself for now. Can you tell Heath I will see you two later?~

Ethan nodded before Iliana got up, took her dirty dishes away and left. He soon left himself.

After Iliana walked out of the Main hall, she spotted Mason and another blonde. Her name was Trinity right? She remembered her from the trial. She didn't see anyone else though and not knowing what to do, just walked wherever her feet guided her. She ended up coming upon some cabins and saw the state of one of them. It had seen better days. Horrified, Iliana ended up approaching it before seeing two people exit it, one being a huge guy who look capable of damaging the cabin and the other was a dark haired woman. She had yet to meet these campers. They also appeared to be talking with each other. Not wanting to interrupt them, she started heading in another direction. Still the state of that cabin haunted her thoughts.

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Heath saw he was being a third wheel when he saw Cherise look at the other young man.

"Thanks for the information Cherise and yes, I'll see you two later.

He started heading back to the main hall when he saw Ethan coming towards him. Where was Iliana? He didn't have to wait long because Ethan took initiative.

"Iliana wanted to walk alone and wanted me to tell you that. Oh and a lot just happened after you left." he said before telling Heath everything that happened between Ajax, Alex, and Eve. He then talked about his talk with Iliana. Heath sighed.

"I'll be honest Ethan. I am always terrified that something will happen to Iliana when I am not with her. But my practical helps keep me sane because I know Demeter is even more protective of her daughter. So much so she told me she'll always have something watching her, even at this camp."

"Like what exactly?"

"Like tree nymphs or her own personal servants. Being the Greek equivalent of Mother Nature, Demeter does have a LOT of connections. Only Poseidon would have more since water covers more of the Earth then land."

"So what do you want to do now? Oh, there's an vote we have to do. We need to decide if we want a movie night or campfire party."

"Really? I'd rather stay in my room and read or work on my latest book. But then again the party idea might be best because then I can keep an eye on other campers. I still don't trust Mason when it comes to Alex. And we still need to find out what happened to Sylas."

"How about this then? I've been wanting to find time to work on some architecture ideas so why don't we head back to our cabin so you can work on your book and I can do that. Well we can do that after voting. Then this evening we can do the party. I was going to vote for partying anyway because I've been wanting to meet the rest of the campers anyway."

"Good idea. Oh, thanks for everything Ethan. You've been a great help, and I know you didn't have to be."

"Anytime man! I am just happy that Iliana is trying to do more things on her own."

This caused Heath to smile and the two headed off to make that vote.

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"I’m going to fucking kill her," someone stated behind her in that flustered kind of way that only extreme annoyance can bring about. The woman stops in her tracks and pivotted sharply to face the aggravated soul because they were emotionally alike right about now. She tilted her head at him as he stumbled through trying to defend his dark choice of words, "I didn't -" Then he moved on from trying to justify himself to admitted defeat. "Sister."

Well, that said everything, didn't it? Siblings get on everyone's nerves, and with a sister like Eve, poor Pete was probably catching some of the heat. She placed her hand upon his shoulder and rolled to the tips of her toes to look over one of his shoulders and into the building. Once the heels of her feet settled back onto the ground, she gave him a somewhat sympathetic smile. "I don't blame you. If it makes you feel better, I am having murderous thoughts of my own. Maybe we can share grievances while you walk me to my cabin?" It didn't really sound like she was asking him, for as soon as the suggestion left her lips and turned around and began to walk.

She tossed a glance over her right shoulder at him for a brief moment, "On a scale of 1 to ten, how badly would you like to murder your sister? Also, would you consider me a partner in crime for future conspiracies against our peers?" This all sounded like a jest because no one would seriously talk murder out loud. Even the daughter of Poseidon knew how to plot in secret, and not to divulge the fact that she did actually want to kill someone now. She knew that these emotions were fleeting, however, so she just lets the seething process commence all while poking fun at her volatile self every so often.

You see, she didn't have many friends. Pete didn't seem like the type of guy that put up with a whole lot of people or vice versa. The loners, AKA, social outcasts - are attracted to each other. They always tended to have the same reclusive interest - books, intelligence, and various levels of emotional disturbances. Whether they liked to admit it or not, they needed someone. Not that two like-minds always make a good pair. Still, with all that may come in the future, it would be good to have a friend or two that isn't crazy about the drama that reeled its ugly heads like some sort of hydra - cut off one drama, another pops up.

Once they make it to her cabin, she strolled up the steps and then hung around the porch for a second. She leaned her body against the closed and locked door, crossed her arms, and looked over at him. "So, bonfire. What time will you come by to pick me up so that we can go together?" It was probably an odd request if one could call it that. It sounded more like a question stealthily disguised as a demand of sorts. Even two loners could go to a bonfire and be okay, so long as they were not somehow caught up in the realm of everyone's attention.

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She had spent most of her day reading and sleeping and sometimes doing less nerdy things. When she finally got around to talking herself into going to the bonfire, she decided on something casual. She really didn't have much in the way of an actual date, and while she was pretty, she didn't feel like it was worth it to look her best. She threw on some natural make-up, tugged on a coat, and felt content to let her hair stay down and be as mismanaged as it wished to be.

She expected Pete to show up, so she removed herself from the comfortable confines of her own living space and put herself into his inevitable path. Just in case he had changed his mind about going with her.