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Trinity Wallace

The Fiery Heart

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

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“Your greatest friend or your greatest foe. You choose.”
I Am




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N a m e
Trinity Tamara Wallace

N i c k n a m e s
Trin |

A g e
19

G e n d e r
Female

S e x u a l i t y
Heterosexual

E t h n i c i t y
Australian & Greek

H o m e t o w n
Gold Coast, Queensland

S p e c i e s
Demigod



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“You can call me cute at your own expense.”
Hit Me Like A Man



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H e i g h t
5'5

W e i g h t
128lb

H a i r
Blonde

E y e s
Blue

M a r k i n g s
Trinity loves to throw her body into battle, as such she has obtained multiple scars. Her body is an art of battles but you should see the other guys.

A p p e a r a n c e
Trinity has a smoldering intensity to her, her toned body and defined muscles always tense, expecting and aching for a fight. Her eyes meanwhile behold a fierce flare behind the dark blue irises she possesses. Even when she smiles and feels relaxed, her eyes still spark and are fueled with an insatiable fire. However, her long blonde hair, subtle natural tan, polished whites, and passionate blue eyes are not so repelling for a daughter of the God of War. She looks much more approachable and innocent at the surface, one may not think she was Ares daughter...if it weren't for her character.




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“Nobody wants to spar with little ol' me?...Really!?”
Must Be Nice



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P O W E R S

S u p e r i o rx C o n d i t i o n // x Strength, speed, stamina, endurance, you name it, this little lady's got it packed under her form in peak condition.
H i g hx P a i n x T o l e r a n c e // x Trinity can withstand what she dishes. And if you can make her hurt, she's already in love.
W e a p o n x C o n j u r a t i o n // x Trinity can summon weapons in her hand. This mixed with her bloodlust can be dangerous.
N e g a t i v ex E m o t i o n x M a n i p u l a t i o n // x Trinity can inflict rage, though it's not a power she plays around with much. It has been said to be strong enough to plant the seeds of war.



P R O F I C I E N C I E S

C o m b a tx // x Trinity is an expert combatant. She knows multiple fighting styles and executes them flawlessly.
W i l l f u lx // x Some call it stubborness, persistence, ego, but Trinity is pretty strong mentally too. In a lose, try again, fights not over until she's dead way and I'm going to do what I want to do.
M o t i v a t e dx // x Trinity is the furthest thing from lazy and unmotivated. She gets up in the morning and commits to whatever the task. Mostly.



W E A K N E S S E S

P r i d ex // x Trinity takes a great amount of pride in who she is and Ares. To turn down a challenge or be spoken about poorly and do nothing is cowardice. A blow to her pride can have her in the stickiest situations.
A n g e rx // x It's always just one layer underneath.
E m o t i o n a lx R e c o g n i t i o nx // x She can see it in other people, but never herself. She identifies with anger and understands anger, but jealousy and sadness are foreign to her. Trinity doesn't understand why she feels certain ways.



F E A R S

E l e v a t o r sx // x "Har-har! How would you like being stuck in a big metal box that you don't have control over?" Something about them hasn't quite sat right with her. Ever.
L o s i n gxLovedxO n e sx // x Trinity would be at a loss without her loved ones breathing. She knows she'd go down swinging and with a hell of a fight but others...
P a r a l y s i sx // x To be rendered helpless or just not be able to move as she likes...it's a terrifying concept.




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“You'll get used to it. Probably.”
You Can't Take Me



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Trinity is a highly competitive and energetic young woman. Not only with fights and spars, though she has an unhealthy love for them, but any challenge proposed and present. She just can't help herself, and the joy that may be accompanied in proving people wrong, which is quite the easy task as Ares' daughter with such a deceiving petite appearance. It's a kick she never gets sick of. Trinity is also, unsurprisingly prideful in herself, family and friends, so it is unlikely for her to refuse challenge or turn a blind eye to anything remotely insulting or degrading spoken of her or her loved ones. To be protective and fiercely loyal has always ran thick in her blood. But it's not just pride, it's about seizing opportunity, otherwise conforming to the fear of loss or failure and regret.

While she wants to argue she's not a "bloodhound", she can't, because she is. She lives for the thrill of battle, she has bloodlust in battle aiming to kill or brutalize, she sees people and she wonders how they'd handle in battle or how their abilities could be used in battle. Unfortunately, she is war orientated, it's just the reality. However violent she may be, you'll find she's a bit quirky too and has lots of enthusiasm to share and gets a bit animated on a range of topics.

Part of the quirkiness accounts towards never really having much friends on the playground so it's like the social aspect has been suppressed. It's easy to look at her as a blonde little monster or total tom boy but she believes a balance would be optimal. The balance of being half treated like a girl as well as a warrior. Of course this is something she'd never admit, in fear of perception of her being shifted completely. Admittedly, some of that fault lays with her since she wouldn't know flirting if it stared right at her, touched her arm and winked, and is unable to receive compliments well unless about her impeccable fighting skill. Along with some additional social oddities.

She's definitely somebody that keeps another person on their toes and loves a little tease and banter. As long as it's kept in light heart, you'll see she's not always hyper intense but quite playful.





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“I swear I can play gentle.”
Freakshow



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H I S T O R Y


You could probably imagine the firecracker Trinity was from a young age. She had barbies like a normal girl but she used to make them fight and imitate wrestling moves and more often than not they would break and lose their plastic heads. And when her mum's personal trainer used to act out wrestling moves with her, throwing her around and dumping her on the couch, she absolutely loved it. There was no better excitement or louder giggly screech when she was a child. Then school happened and people were less endeared by how she played. Cops and Robbers would end in bruises and British Bulldog would end in tears. Trinity wasn't sure where it went wrong though, she wasn't a bully, just playing like the rest of them. Eventually, it got to that stage of calling her parents and that led to an intervention revealing the truth.

Ares visited Katrina and Trinity time-to-time, posing as a personal trainer primarily to make sure they were both in the shape he envisioned and fit enough to manage themselves in fights. Even with the one night stand and offspring complete, he still perceived them as his girls at risk of ruining his reputation. If they had become anything less: sluggish, lazy, unable to fight and defend themselves, Ares would probably send intruders to demonstrate their peak performance and the worth of his services. So, Ares was thorough they stayed in shape and strong willed and they always were. Needless to say, the posing as a PT who had laid with her mother and created Trinity was filled with tension, especially with Brian around but then for her brother Sam to even catch a whiff of the tension in the air. As years progressed, however Ares lessened his visits.

The next she saw of him was when she was 15 and Ares brought her to camp prematurely, because the sooner the better in his eyes, and she'd be better to test her true might with people that were and are, a little more sturdy. For years she's been attending the hazardous eventful camp and she's grown attached to it in a way. But she always juggled family as well and tried the likes of high school, although sitting in a classroom listening to math and literature explained couldn't grab her attention and her grades reflected that.


Last year the war came. Many lives were lost, a few people left camp and that was her first real war. But she still measured the success by defeating the enemies and the survivor's perseverance. She is probably the least haunted by the events of the war. Not to say it came without stress, because it was highly stressful and somebody she cared about lost a limb he didn't have to lose, and she lost a friend but.. Trinity looks forward. That's the consequence and reality of war.





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So begins...

Trinity Wallace's Story

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“I was trying to channel my own inner animal,” she mumbled, like a child being scolded, not really able to let their imaginary scenario go.

Then he gave her a strange confirmation that she could ride whatever she wanted. If she wasn't so nervous about the hole she dug herself she would have agreed it was obvious. Try stop a daughter of Ares from doing what they wanted. And it was soon followed by a confirmation that she had a date...with a wolf.

The biggest answer she waited on, took a moment for Theo to answer. “Of course, you know I can't say no to that.”

She smiled, too grateful to counter that: one, she didn't know that and two, he absolutely could say no. It was in everybody's vocabulary. “Thanks,” she said.

Theo mounted the creature with ease and Trinity would have turned it into a mini-competition and forced herself in front of him for control if the circumstances weren't so heavy. If there wasn't a whole trial waiting on the other side of the clouds.

“Come on.” She took his hand and sprang off one foot to mount the creature behind him. She glanced around her to see how other buddies were holding onto each other and mimicked it, wrapping her arms around Theo.


In the air, Trinity looked down, imagining if one demigod had lost balance and plummeted to their death. How long would they be falling before making a bone-crushing impact? “Do you turn into other animals?” she inquired, frowning. Trinity didn't want to see a whole wild-life show of Theo, she was only curious if he could take to the skies as an eagle or something because being in the open air like this was surreal. There was no other feeling like it.

Trinity dismounted when they reached Olympus and smiled and pat the steed that gave them such a ride. As she observed the glorious surroundings, she spotted Ajax on his own. Even from the back, she could tell he was being crushed by the weight of the trial. Trinity bit her lip glancing to Theo then to Ajax hesitantly. She didn't know how she could assure him or comfort him, she wasn't the type to soothe people. Thankfully, the need to approach him lifted when a red-headed male approached the son of Zeus.

Everyone started to wander in their own direction and even Trinity drifted a few steps away. “Wanna go walkabouts?” She smiled to Theo. Regardless of his decision, Trinity began to wander off slowly taking in her surroundings.



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She was strangely enjoying the odd feeling of sand seeping between her toes. It was quite grounding right up until Keith called for her. She glanced over her shoulder at him and smiled. He seemed in better spirits with a dark-haired girl in tow. “Evelyn, this is...” Evelyn’s smile slowly faded as Keith’s sentence stuck in the air. “Somebody I have the urge to call Summer so I’m glad I didn’t.”

Evelyn smiled uncertainly. While that was half cute, she might have stuck to the girl’s real name. She extended a hand. “Well, as he kindly called across the whole beach, I’m Evelyn, and that is my true name so thank you for that.”

“I’m Keith,” he quipped, in an untimely awkward way only he could achieve. He was lucky he had something endearing about him.

There wasn’t much time for a grand meet and greet as the Gods and demigods were ready to leave on pairing Pegasuses. “Do you mind if we...?” Keith addressed the brunette. “We can yell our favorite hot beverages to each other.”

Another smile tugged at Evelyn’s lips. He needed help but she also thought they were going to get along just fine.

A hand touched her back, announcing their presence and it shot a cold thrill down her spine. “I’ll make sure Miss Masters arrives to the Golden City in one piece.” Sylas. She glanced to him as he motioned towards the creatures. She could tell it wasn’t a choice, more of a telling everyone and Evelyn let herself be led slowly.

Evelyn paid a quick glance over her shoulder to the pair she left behind. “Nice meeting you,” she added. “I think,” she muttered. She didn’t really know if she could class that as the most productive or kind meeting. Besides, she had a shift in priority now. Why did the devil choose her for a flying partner? Not that she wasn’t somehow and in someway grateful. She had been aching to know more about Sylas, not that he’d give any of his cards away.

Standing before a horse, she sighed gently. To get on this magnificent creature without tearing her skirt was going to be her own trial. “Here, let me,” Sylas offered. For a moment, she was suspicious but disregarded it and nodded to him, granting him permission to help. He scooped her up with surprising grace before he placed her upon the horse.

When he climbed on, Evelyn smiled and finally let one comment go. “Sweet Sylas,” she mocked. He had tact and was a gentleman, but his heart and mind didn’t radiate sweetness, they both knew that.

Evelyn tried to find a good grip on him without hugging him, but she valued her life more than her unsettled desire not to come in close contact with him again. She wound her arms around his mid-section, absolutely needing the balance this time and as they took off, she hid her face in his back and tightened her arms around him. Once they had gained altitude and were flying steady, Evelyn slowly emerged from her hiding and peered down to the long drop below them then all around. What a sight and liberating sensation. Evelyn turned her attention to Sylas. He couldn’t flick up a smile when he was literally at the top of the world and didn’t even want to talk. Not a word. Pity. She rested her chin on his shoulder complacently and for a moment, considered enhancing his senses as her fingers splayed across his torso. But since he hadn’t used his powers on her yet, she repaid the favor and left him be.

Once grounded, she realized how ruffled Sylas was and though she used him as a wind blocker for some of the journey, she imagined her hair hadn’t made it in a pristine condition either. “Would you like my help down?” he offered.

“If you’d please,” Evelyn responded and reached out for him, her hands planted on his shoulders as a brace to slip down. Once she was officially grounded and smaller than him again, she smiled. “For a man with no strings, your etiquette is amazing.”

As she raked her fingers through her own hair, she finally paid mind to his fine attire. The number of people he must have fooled. Everything about Sylas was an absolute trap; he weaved a meticulous web, and suddenly she found herself as curious as a cat to know how many people he had captured in it and what the worse thing he caused was. Of all places, Sylas would likely be less inclined to answer her in Mount Olympus, so she dismissed it temporarily.

She placed her heels back on, laying a palm on the horse for balance as she bent down. She would have used Sylas again but even she felt that might have been pushing her luck. “I hope I didn’t offend you earlier,” she said in regards to their conversation in the hall, inferring he was a puppet, as she lifted her eyes to him. Again, Evelyn didn’t believe for a moment Sylas was the type to be offended, he was more: “a fool’s thought is my advantage.”

Evelyn finally straightened to full height again. “Tell me a secret.” Evelyn predicted he’d lie or refuse to answer, but his responses were indulging. Besides, it was he who didn’t want sweet words anymore so she may have well gone blunt. “What do you wish to see at this trial?” The fact that he was in attendance said there was some favor he was hoping to witness. Unfortunately for him, some actions were louder than words.

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Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse
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Here she was, minding her own business, head up in the clouds without a worry in the world. Then it happened - she collides with him. Gods only know who is genuinely at fault. His hand grasps her arm, and her own fingers are pressed upon his chest to keep the impact from going any further. For a quiet moment, which is likely more nerve-wracking for him than her, her head tilts back and her eyes seek his in brief shock. Ultimately, when all of that silence melts away, she gives him her kindest and warmest, deeply dimpled smile as if to reassure that all is well.

As was bound to happen, the duo begins to actually apologize at the same time! "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It's like I can't even see in these things sometimes," he blurts, and she gets to her own string of sharing blame, "Oh, gods, I am such a klutz. Sometimes I don’t even know what’s up or down when I get into my own head."

As her gaze travels over him, as is only natural when encountering a new person, she notes the way he automatically protects himself from some ill-thing that has yet to happen. A flicker of concern crosses over her typically cheery features, but she's swift to put that smile right back on. After she removes her hand from his chest, she tries to adjust the collar of his shirt. Just because - she’s helpful like that, and it wasn’t patted down all the way.

"Are you going to the trial too?" He had asked her, but as she began to part her lips so that she could actually answer him, he had long since moved on to the next question in this spazz-tastic barrage of inquiries. "Umm...coffee?" This one came with a summoned cup of coffee, of which she knits her brows in confusion but is otherwise allowing him to bumble through without so much an expression of malice. "It probably would have been smarter if I got the jacket with it. And your order first. I've never been much of a barista, there's got to be like 1000 different forms and flavor of coffee." She gathers that anyone else might swat him away, but she’s finding this awkward encounter anything but - it’s kind of cute. Just when she went to grab it from him - because she would never say no to caffeine - he dropped it.

Not a problem - she can feel his nerves like they are her own. He’s speaking a million miles a minute, and she is formulating the correct way to respond to him in the meantime.

The conversation - if one could call it that at this point - takes another sharp turn into a new direction, and she hasn’t responded to anything yet. Aside from apologizing, and perhaps every so often a nod of her head and the sweet smile that stays stretched calmly across her lips. She’s waiting for that chance to slip in and speak, but for now… she allows him to lead their topic astray as she reckons he is finding familiarity in the Evelyn girl in an otherwise uncertain situation knowing that he is typically bound for some negative outcome.

"Evelyn. Evelyn!" Cherise observes the way his eyes drink the figure of the woman they were now near, and he is not blameless for that. Even she looked! "Evelyn, this is… Somebody I have the urge to call Summer so I'm glad I didn't.

The redhead stuck a hand out for Cherise to take, “Well, as he kindly called across the whole beach, I’m Evelyn, and that is my true name so thank you for that.”

”Cherise, and it's a pleasure. Pretty name,” she'd respond in kind, noting that Evelyn's attention is quick to flee elsewhere. Goodness, she's pretty, and her own self caught herself looking down at the unflattering ensemble she, herself, decided to wear. Not that she's jealous already.

Back to her would be barista, "I'm Keith." And there it was, the beginning of calm as he finally remembered that neither of them had the chance to introduce one to the other. Of course, she highly doubts that he was waiting for it.

Do you mind if we...?" he threw a finger back and forth between them. "We can yell our favorite hot beverages to each other."

”I’d love to ride with you,” she gets in those few words. As the pair make their way to the winged beast, ”I also would have loved any cup of coffee, if I am to be honest. I’m a bit of a caffeine freak.” When they finally locate their Pegasus, she allows him to get on first and offers him a small hand. She was going to give him a chance to be chivalrous with her; it’s a small move that she pulls with certain types of men to make them feel - well, maybe like strong able men. She finds it works wonders to settle their nerves. Maybe it wouldn’t work; who knows, but she attempts to pull off all of her How to Make Friends and Keep Them moves.

She settles behind him, slithering her arms around his waist for support - of course. Since she’s so close, she offers whispered words, ”Cherise, and you owe me a cup of coffee later.” Withdrawing just enough for her sultry breath to no longer stroke across his ear and neck, she steals an earbud from him to listen in one whatever tunes he is playing while on their wild ride to Olympus. She's trying to hold herself back from clinging to him for dear life, but she will... eventually, and she has a death grip, too.





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Poseidon's daughter observed quietly from the sidelines as Eve attempts to weave her insidious craving for ceaseless drama into Wes’ thoughts. At least, Liv gleaned as much when an unusually stern voice is bearing the weight of Wes’ irritation onto the girl. From afar, it looked like some kind of way, but up close his frustrations with this is easy to see. His words were weary of the games, and his cabin is disarray had spoken more about his state of mind that the man himself did.

Of course, she allowed this strange transaction to take place without any interference. Liv wasn't really as much of the confrontational type as she wished she was, and Aphrodite's spawn seems to have everything under control. As Eve slithers away to go latch on to her next victim, dark verdant eyes chase after her - albeit briefly before returning to her present company.

As the blood borne beasts slowly begin to dwindle in number, she realizes that she'll likely have the one-armed man as company in the fight. It's no problem, of course, and she allows him to laboriously climb upon it in a way that made even Liv tired just to watch. For the sake of not emasculating him, and because she is so patient, she's doesn't feel bad for letting him do it himself. Yet, she offers him a hand so that he can help her up because she is tiny and this creature is more massive that normal horses. Eventually, she's up there behind him, her thighs clamping tightly in the sinewy equine so that she doesn't have to rely on Wes completely for the ride.

The entire flight would take place in silence, mostly so that she could allow her mind to process things.

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Once they landed, Liv had made up her mind. Was she confident that she'd come out of it unscathed? No, she was not. Messing with what an Ares' child wanted, even if it was borne of emotion and likely spiraled out of some untruth, it was still like telling a small child "no" at the age of two. It just wasn't smart, but the brunette didn't have much to lose these days. She gives the Pegasus a quick pat along the neck shortly after Wes, mumbled something to it, and the riding duo drift off their separate ways.

One of those paths lead Liv straight to her target. She wrinkles her nose a time or two noting that Theo is nearby. You see, she's Team Wes and Trinity. Well, is any female at camp actually in that club? Probably not, but a decent friend is naturally Team Wes, which makes her very anti-Theo by default.

Now that's some real drama shit. But who is she kidding? There was no way to weasel her way quietly out of it, so she just boldly inserts herself right there in the thick of it. Maybe not so boldly because the thought of having to talk to the Ares child about such a sensitive subject in front of her reserve guy actually makes her sick to her stomach. The thought that she might have to rearrange her face later? Terrifying because she'd probably go find a corner in Olympus to go weep.

Does Olympus have many corners? She wondered, but realizes that she's slowly drifting off-topic in order to avoid the inevitable, and that is her pace quickening - a step or two to the right, and then a sharp pivot to face them when the time is right.

Welp, no turning back now!

She crosses her arms over her chest, attempting to shield at least some part of her - or at least mentally distance herself from the words that were about to spill from her lips. The woman's features retain a visibly neutral stance, and she opted for a tone to mimic the emotion dripping from her physical self. That was none. There's only fear bubbling at the surface of her skin, but she can pretend like it's not there for now.


”Trinity,” she addresses her first, leaving Theo only with a swift up and down glance before all attention is placed on the source of her approach. ”As a neutral party in this...” she trails off in a hissing sound whilst trying to conjure up a kinder name for this recent string of events, but found nothing. ”... drama series, starring one Wesley, possibly a devilish blonde woman, and then you, I feel that I should leave you with a thought. The tempestuous nature of an Ares' child emotional state is prime pickings for many Demigods here. How one can expect to uphold any stable relationship in this place is beyond me, but that's a theory I can delve in on another day. Today, however, as we venture into the realm of...” she looks at Theo again, this time her eyes stay locked on him as her next words are uttered, ”... bad choices." It's back to Trinity, "Possibly ones that you may not be able to take back, I find myself wondering if there is a way for a neutral party, like myself, to get you to be reasonable.”

Her tone soon becomes pointed, shying away from beating around the bush to offer a semblance of hard truth at the expense of her beautiful face, "Unlike women, men don't like games. Their man emotions can't handle them. They will pack up and move on from them in no time.” Yes, man emotions are a thing. They are right now, at least. "You catch Wes' eyes, and only you. Despite the fact that you embarrassed him in front of more than half the camp, I believe that you have a shot at redemption. I believe that, should you be interested in taking that shot, you should do so tonight and utilize the hot mess that has become his cabin as an opportunity to sort through your problems. I find cleaning therapeutic myself. If not, maybe it's time to let him go. I'd hate to see a tame child of Aphrodite go from kind to, well - you know. You are at a fork in the road, and unless you choose one path or the other, no one is going to be able to feel settled. Gods know what is in store for us in the future, but blurred emotions can be rather costly, no?”

There, that was her speech - delivered at the quick pace of fear. It was actually longer than she had imagined, like some sort of mindless rambling because her stupid mouth didn't know what to close itself. It's just happy to hold the shovel and dig, dig, dig. Then she just stand there - like an idiot waiting for something, but she expected the absolute worse. She'd shield herself already if she knew where the strike would take place, but with an Ares child you never know what you might get.

"Oh - and this blond girl: she's up to no good. I could hear the irritation in his voice,"” she adds because that's all she was supposed to say the first time around.

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The ride to Olympus was peaceful enough. Nothing too out of the ordinary. Trinity was mostly quiet as they soared upward through the clouds. The rush of the air reminded Theo of being a wolf. It was just a little but more unnerving being in the air.

“Do you turn into other animals?”

Theo glanced over his shoulders. He had hardly heard her as the wind drowned out most other noise. He thought about it for a second. Theo wasn't actually sure if he could turn into other animals or not. He had never tried. It was a question that peaked his curiosity though. What if he could turn into one of the more majestic birds and fly?

"I'm actually not sure," Theo yelled, letting his voice pierce the noise around them, "I've never tried. Maybe I'll talk to my lovely mother about it when we get up on the mountain."

As they arrived at Olympus, Theo took in his surroundings with a touch of awe. There was literally excitement in the air, and everything exploded with color and wonder. He nodded to Trinity when she asked to walk around, but almost immediately they were approached by another demigod that Theo did not recognize. She looked frantic, and Theo felt something odd was about to said.

"Trinity, as a neutral party in this... drama series, starring one Wesley, possibly a devilish blonde woman, and then you, I feel that I should leave you with a thought. The tempestuous nature of an Ares' child emotional state is prime pickings for many Demigods here. How one can expect to uphold any stable relationship in this place is beyond me, but that's a theory I can delve in on another day. Today, however, as we venture into the realm of... bad choices. Possibly ones that you may not be able to take back, I find myself wondering if there is a way for a neutral party, like myself, to get you to be reasonable. Unlike women, men don't like games. Their man emotions can't handle them. They will pack up and move on from them in no time. You catch Wes' eyes, and only you. Despite the fact that you embarrassed him in front of more than half the camp, I believe that you have a shot at redemption. I believe that, should you be interested in taking that shot, you should do so tonight and utilize the hot mess that has become his cabin as an opportunity to sort through your problems. I find cleaning therapeutic myself. If not, maybe it's time to let him go. I'd hate to see a tame child of Aphrodite go from kind to, well - you know. You are at a fork in the road, and unless you choose one path or the other, no one is going to be able to feel settled. Gods know what is in store for us in the future, but blurred emotions can be rather costly, no? Oh - and this blond girl: she's up to no good. I could hear the irritation in his voice."

Theo took a deep breath. The girl cycled between looking at Trinity and Theo throughout the speech. He wasn't exactly sure who she was or why she was doing this, but he wasn't really here for it. Theo didn't look at himself as a bad choice. He would say he was the better choice. Wes couldn't protect Trinity. Wes couldn't keep Trinity calm in crisis. Theo was better for her., and just as he felt he was making progress, this girl had to come blow it up.

Theo checked back into the world around him after stewing on his anger for a few seconds, but he managed to breathe and keep his mouth shut, waiting for Trinity to respond first. Would he hold her back if she exploded?

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When Liv approached she tried to smile but the daughter of Poseidon couldn't even conjure a hello before diving into a lecture. “Trinity, As a neutral party in this...drama series, starring one Wesley, possibly a devilish blonde woman, and then you, I feel that I should leave you with a thought. The tempestuous nature of an Ares' child emotional state is prime pickings for many Demigods here. How one can expect to uphold any stable relationship in this place is beyond me, but that's a theory I can delve in on another day. Today, however, as we venture into the realm of...” Liv shifted her focus to Theo and Trinity narrowed her eyes “...bad choices.” She resolved to call Theo making Trinity's eyes widen. “Possibly ones that you may not be able to take back, I find myself wondering if there is a way for a neutral party, like myself, to get you to be reasonable.”

What departed from the daughter of Poseidon's mouth quickly changed Trinity's attitude towards her. Bad choices that she can't take back? Fuck, it wasn't like Trinity was pregnant with Theo. She rubbed her face in agitation and took in a deep breath to collect herself. “Liv, don't you think it's kinda none of your business. At all?” She tried to offer calmly, though the warning was packed under it.

“Unlike women, men don't like games. Their man emotions can't handle them. They will pack up and move on from them in no time.” Was that some sort of threat that she'd lose them? "You catch Wes' eyes, and only you. Despite the fact that you embarrassed him in front of more than half the camp, I believe that you have a shot at redemption.”

Trinity's fist clenched as it became apparent Liv was some lapdog of Wes's. She embarrassed him!? She had to try redemption!? Her thumb eagerly stroked over her closed fingers. Since Liv had the desire to unload all her unwanted input, Trinity let her out with it.

“I believe that, should you be interested in taking that shot, you should do so tonight and utilize the hot mess that has become his cabin as an opportunity to sort through your problems. I find cleaning therapeutic myself. If not, maybe it's time to let him go. I'd hate to see a tame child of Aphrodite go from kind to, well - you know. You are at a fork in the road, and unless you choose one path or the other, no one is going to be able to feel settled. Gods know what is in store for us in the future, but blurred emotions can be rather costly, no?”

The blonde began to pace somewhere in her speech to stop from attacking one of Poseidon's proteges. That new nuisance girl might not have known better but Liv did. She tried to find an excuse not to lunge at her but she could only think one: because she was in Olympus...one reason not to, opposed to the other hundred screaming to do it. Poseidon kids had healing properties so it would be fine. It wouldn't save her from the pain but she'd recover.

“Oh - and this blond girl: she's up to no good. I could hear the irritation in his voice.”

Trinity smiled humorlessly. That's rich. That was the last thought that rang in her mind before she shoved Liv hard into a stone pillar, and planted her arm at the girl's neck. Squirming and retaliation from Liv only made Trinity retaliate back, throwing a fist into her and driving her knee into the girl until a vicious cycle had quickly begun of hits and blows.

She wasn't sure who threw who but they had crashed to the floor of Olympus and Trinity wrestled for control. Just as she readied a fist to hit Liv square in the face, some arms seized her off the ground for a split second, her arms pinned across her chest and back to the person holding her. She kept her fuming gaze on Liv until she was turned around so Liv was out of view. Trinity found herself squirming to get her arms free but they didn't give her the leverage or momentum. “I'm fine,” she growled.

They took her away into some private quarters and eventually they realeased her and Trinity shook it out, pacing like a caged animal.



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He laughed softly and Evelyn browsed him head to toe. Not long after he had conjured his answer leaning in her ear. “I want to be entertained.” Plain and simple answer for a not so plain and simple man. Yet it was true no doubt. He always gave the bare minimum as response to his intentions. Something that sufficed but never really fulfilled her intrigue.

She continued the mindless stroll, taking about two steps away before he spoke again. “Alright, Evelyn, tell me a secret.” She turned to him startled and met that smirk. Foresight wasn't one of her gifts however she should have judged the situation and company better to know he wouldn't ask something in return. She was equally frightened as intrigued to hear what it would be.

“Go on...”

After drawing it out for some time he finally spoke. “Why is such a stunning young woman, such as yourself, wasting your precious time on me?”

Her mouth parted thinking an answer to reply with easy but she couldn't. Once they reached Olympus they could have parted ways straight away, but she had chosen to stick around like she had chosen to approach him in the hall and save him from being mauled in capture the flag. Evelyn was rendered speechless and smiled at the situation. His question was disarming and she didn't see him asking that....ever. Touche, Sylas. She averted her gaze to the floor. “Maybe I'm just a fly in a web that thinks I can change the nature of a spider,” she said.

She never pursued the quest to transform Sylas to a "better man" - Evelyn was never about changing people for better or worse. But there was a chance she was getting in over her head playing these games with him. A large part of her was attracted to the sport and thrill of his nature and that's where the truth sat in her statement.

She lifted her head again meeting his eyes. “Have you considered I could be...distracting you from mass mayhem?” She touched his upper arm. If things turned south in their wicked game, it was better to be in contact with him, additionally, the touch also emphasised her next point. Her fingers brushed slowly and lightly up and down his bicep. “I could...want you all to myself. Maybe I want you to show me what it's like to be a little dark.” Evelyn smirked. Mainly it was a joke. Evelyn lived a dull life thus had plenty of time to imagine what it was like on the dark side of the scales and found there was something alluring about it. Something about taking full advantage of one's powers. But she knew better.

Since he had been honest in his answers, she cut the sarcasm. “You're my newest subject of interest.” And that was the perfect sufficing truth. She tested him, he tested her and she was curious about him. A subject he was. “If I bother you, however...” She turned her back on Sylas, heading to the overlook of where Alex's trial would be held, resting her palms on the bannister. He could fill in the blank.

Somewhere off there was a commotion with grunts and all sorts being heard, but Evelyn didn't even pay it a glance, too busy observing the arena below. Something much more rare and fascinating than a fight.

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Even though Athena couldn't hear what the young demigoddess was whispering, she could still see her. Soon the young girl gave her own 'promise' not cause trouble. Both mother and son could tell she wasn't going to cause any issues yet. The girl might as well had said it. Athena would have said something else, but soon her attention was diverted by a fight between Ares's daughter and a brunette.

"Excuse me." she replied before rushing forward and ordered several men to separate the two.

"That is quite enough! I don't know how this fight started, but I won't tolerate here regardless.

"I'm fine," Trinity growled.

"I am glad to know that Trinity. I think for now you could use a few minutes to calm down. Take her some place safe."

That last one was for the one men holding Trinity. They nodded and took her way. Athena then went to find Ares. It didn't take her long.


"You might want to have a word with your daughter. She just got into a fight and it might be best if she had someone to vent to so she can be as clear-headed as possible for the trial." Athena told him before going off to make sure the preparations for the trial were ready.

Heath saw the whole thing and took a deep breath before focusing back on the blonde who was with him. He purposely ignore the innuendoes she gave him and just focused on a few things.

"Iliana is my adopted sister. We are close, but not in the way you're implying. And I merely respect my mother's orders. Do you follow your parent's orders?" Heath deliberately asked her a yes or no question just to see if she would lie or not.




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"Just call him Zeus. No need for formalities."

Ethan chuckled at that.

"I'll try, but it may be awhile. I was raised in Southern USA and manners and formalities were drilled into me since Day 1."

Plus, addressing the Ruler of Olympus as anything else was easier said then done. He doubt he'd ever get comfortable enough around the god to drop the "Lord" part. Well time would tell. The demigod next to him soon asked what he thought of camp so far.

"Hmm, good question. My companions and I only arrived a short while ago, but plenty has happened so far. As far as what I've seen and who I've met, it has been intense, but I can't give you my verdict yet on that since I still don't know everyone. As far as the camp itself, I am very impressed with how big it is and I am loving the architecture! I'll admit though, this place is just amazing! Looking at all the buildings here is giving me so many ideas for future projects! I am going to college for my architect degree. At the moment I am taking a break though to come here and help my friend, Heath, with his adopted sister. Heath was the one who addressed you and your sister back at camp. We did find his adopted sister. She's currently with her mother, Demeter."

Ethan stopped talking when the demigod's attention became diverted by something else. Turning he saw what he was looking at and remembered seeing the duo before, only the blonde was missing. He didn't hear the words, but he caught on they were arguing about something. This made Ethan recall the fight between Wesley and that other blonde. The one petite blonde had been around them too and she had been the same one to snag Heath too. Was she influencing these people somehow? That pair hadn't been arguing before she arrived. When Zeus's son returned, he was obviously angry and his next words didn't surprise Ethan in the slightest.

"I can tell you what I think of Camp so far... it's full of liars."

"Well that's a darn shame. I won't ask what happened since it's none of my business, but I do want to make you aware of someone. I saw that pair right before we left for Olympus and they weren't arguing. There was this petite short hair blonde hair girl with them. She recently influenced my friend Heath somehow to go with her, I think to ride with her. I could be wrong here, but it wouldn't surprise me if she had the ability to influence people around her. I just don't trust her. Unfortunately I don't know her name. Heath's actually keeping an eye on her now. I just thought I'd should warn you though. Oh by the way, I don't think I ever got your name."

Suddenly someone else came up on Ethan's other side.

"Well there you are. Just can't stop talking can you my boy?" Hestia said, looking at her son with a humorous glint in her eyes.

"Oh, hi mom! What are you doing here?"

"I just came by to see you, Ethan before heading to the trial. It'll me my job to help keep everyone 'cool, calm, and collected'. Of course that might be easier said then done given the situation. Well then, I'll let you two continue your chat. We can talk after the trial, Ethan."

Soon the goddess left them.




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Iliana had created several wreaths made of orange gladiolus flowers in no time flat and with her mother returned back to the others. First two people Iliana saw was Zeus's son and Ethan. She approached them quickly and could feel anger coming from the dark hair man. She actually hesitated coming forward at first. Demeter, who was also carrying her daughter's notepad, placed a hand on Iliana's shoulder.

"It's okay sweetie.

Ethan turned to see the mother and daughter duo.

"Hello ladies. Iliana, did you make those wreaths?

Iliana nodded before hiding behind Demeter. Her mother smiled and turned to Zeus's son.

"My daughter is very shy Ajax. She knows you've been having a rough time lately and wanted to give you a gladiolus wreath to help cheer you up. She picked that flower because it means strength and she hopes you'll have the strength to get through these trying times. Go on and give one to him Iliana."

Iliana, trembling at this point, manage to come forward, give a wreath to Ajax, and suddenly rushed off, wanting to get away from his anger. Demeter wasn't far behind her.

Ethan sighed and turned back to a Ajax.

"Don't mind Iliana. She's been through a lot herself recently and is very wary of people she doesn't know. It's actually why she doesn't talk at the moment. So if you see her writing in a notebook, it's basically how she 'talks' now. Heath and I are hoping this camp will help her find her voice again and the 'old' Iliana can return. But hey at least now I know your name. Ajax right?"

It didn't take long for Demeter to catch up with Iliana.

"That was rude of you to leave like that Lia. I want you to apologize to him later okay?" Demeter gently scolded her.

Iliana nodded and the continued walking before coming upon someone else who was near a cliff near some flowers. Her emotions were just radiating off of her and Iliana could tell they were a complete mess. She was also trying hard not to sob and it was starting to affect Iliana. Turning to her mother, she gave her the wreathes she was holding before taking her notebook and pen from her mother and wrote something.

"Who is that mother? She looks like she could use a wreath."

Demeter smiled and gestured her to follow her. When they got closer, Demeter greeted her.

"Hello, you're Hecate's daughter, Andromeda correct? I am Demeter and this is my daughter, Iliana. Are you going to be okay sweetie? I know you've had a tough time last year and Iliana made some wreaths because she wanted to cheer people up. She was hoping she could give one to you since it looks like you needed some comfort. Is that alright with you. Iliana can't speak at the moment, so she tries to find other ways to communicate."

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Image While Ares stood in the one room where he watched the mortals during wars, and battles... he was interrupted by Athena herself. He turned his head to her, the flames from a nearby brazier catching the side of his features as he listened. "You might want to have a word with your daughter. She just got into a fight and it might be best if she had someone to vent to so she can be as clear-headed as possible for the trial." her words brought a smile to his face when she left. His daughter rooted deeply to him through their taste for battle had always made him proud, but there needed to be boundaries.

He folded the parchment he had also been writing on and left it on the golden table before heading out to find his daughter. No doubt they had seized her and kept her locked in some cage that would not stand with Ares. She was a woman... not an animal.

He took the steps down to where they would keep their prisoners. His daughter paced back and forth inside of the cage that made Ares's stomach churn, but he understood why Athena had ordered his daughter to be taken away. Not only for her own safety, but for the safety of those she cared about since her rage could have gone too far, and then, she would have regretted stepping over the line like Ares had done many of times before Zeus had helped him. It was their curse, but it could be contained.

Ares stepped closer to his daughter and unlocked the cage so she no longer felt trapped. There was no way he would let her storm out of here. She wasn't leaving until she found peace with herself again. "Tell me what happened..." he said to her with a deep, yet gentle tone. He wasn't about to scold her if it wasn't her fault. Someone was definitely behind it since Trinity was not the type of person to lash out for nothing.

She impressed him time and time again at the Camp. At her age, Ares was quick to temper, aggressive, and had an unquenchable thirst for conflict, but the day he became a father... all of his past had gone. He became better and stronger. He didn't want to be the man that his children would hate, he wanted to the man that they could look up to and turn to for advice when they needed it. He wanted to be there as often as he could as they grew up, but time was limited, and mortality breathed down his neck.



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She, in all likelihood, did not mind the music that played through the lone earbud. In fact, she seemed quite happy to have had anything to listen to at all whilst mounted on this abnormally large equine beast. It was terrifying, and it was all she could do to keep from burying her face in Keith’s back or something. After all, she was supposed to have on her best brave face. Not that he was going out of his way to look back at her or anything, but her eyes were totally shut the entire time.

She hadn’t noticed his wound dressing, of course. Then again, he hadn’t told her - unless she missed it somewhere in the midst of their introduction.

When they arrived at the majestic dwelling place of the gods, and it took her a minute or two to unhook herself from him. Rather, he probably had to carefully pry her fingers apart to get her to unlatch before he, himself, could properly dismount. Then she placed her hand in his, attempting to put on a smiling face when the slight tremble of her fingers betrayed her.

"Congratulations, we made it," he tells her, a hand in the air awaiting that high-five, of which he would receive, even if it was really pathetic. A nervous chuckle proceeds that gesture, and she uses those fingers to push some stray hair behind an ear. "Sooo since I'm learning more about you and you had a brief preview of my song collection, do you have a favorite genre or song? Just don't let it be techno, I have faith in you.” There it was, no more mile a second questions, just actual conversation with the expectation that she’d finally be allowed to participate.

Naturally, with her being fairly new and all, and him not so much, she allows Keith to lead them to their destination. She just assumes he’s been here before without actually asking. During that time, she'd walk by his side, fingers locked together at the small of her back, as her dark eyes witness the awe of this place that was once just a place of myth to her not too long ago. It was surreal - like being in a dream or something. It takes her a little longer to reply to him, but at least she had gone from a gentle tremble to relative calm, a smile settling on her easy features just as it should be.

"If I say techno, would you still take me out for coffee?" She inquires, looking at him sidelong with that same smile devoid of any sly intention or coyness. It was uncertain if she was playing with him or if she was genuinely asking him. Only for a minute, though - enough time to make him sweat a little, or not. It didn't matter to her. She just liked the lightheartedness of a stupid jest. Even if it wasn't a good one.

"Techno has its uses," she continues, perhaps implying that she had been messing around with him after all. "But would I go out of my way to tune into it? Probably not. I like lively music - that 'Happy' song... 'Super Freak'...Right Said Fred 'Too Sexy'..." the Apollo girl trails off, knowing that she could probably list a lot more than that, but these ones spring to her mind first. She does realize the last song was just bad timing because it just so happens that it was the end of that list when she finally looked at him again. It could have been worse - it could have been MJ's 'The Way You Make Me Feel'. She attempts to recover from it by digging herself much further into a hole than climbing out of it. "Not that I think you -," No, that’s not right. "Not that I think I..." wasn't either. She just sighs, "It’s just a happy song, okay?"

"I guess you can say that I enjoy anything that doesn't make me feel like the world is ending. Depressing music is a huge downer for me." She juts a finger into the air, and at the expense of sounded like a massive nerd, "I love musicals: Singing In the Rain, Grease..." Cherise shrugs at that, moving on to more pressing questions. One of them coming swiftly after ending her last sentence.

"Why are we here? I wasn't in the hall, but my father made sure to let me know that I needed to be at the beach. Is it important? Is the earth about to be destroyed by some Titan that seeks vengeance for... one of the many cliche reasons why anyone would want to destroy the world in pretty much every book or movie or television show..." she keeps going, and now it was apparently her turn to talk, talk, talk without slowing down.



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In the movies, when one was hit suddenly and without warning in the face, the victim seems to just bounce back.

Unfortunately, this was not a movie, and Liv was not terribly resilient.

Regardless, Liv had been rather calm and rational (or so she thought), but her lack of social awareness really lands her in one of those inappropriate timing scenarios. Could she have waited? Yeah, sure, but the sooner the Ares girl stops tugging the strings of these two boys, the sooner the drama surrounding her ends. And what could she say: she’s team Wes, and he looked worse for wear because of what Trinity had sprung upon him in Athens.

“Liv, don't you think it's kinda none of your business. At all?” The blonde inquires, passive for now, but probably beginning to seeth on the inside. Liv tilts her head, locking eyes momentarily with her and tried not to insult her. She so badly wanted to insult her, but that would be a slippery slope into making more enemies than friends. Not that she had many of the latter anyway.

”Oh, Trinity - if you didn’t want it to be everyone else’s business, you probably shouldn’t have made everyone listen to it,” she states pointedly after some time. To be fair, she had already gone through every violent scenario in her head, so for the woman to reel that ugly violent side - it was not surprising.

It didn’t mean that there wasn't a shock because there was. Liv was not used to physical aggression being carried out against her by a Demigod, that so happens to be a violently disturbed child of Ares. It took every ounce of willpower in her to not cry right away - her back crashed against the stone, a strong arm pressed at her neck, and she was soon at the mercy of Trinity’s assault.

But Liv was not a helpless little girl - she exchanged her own series of blows, even some of that girly nonsense like hair pulling, pinching, and probably biting. Zeus said no powers, so she’s pretty screwed. Yet, at the same time, Trinity held an unfair advantage against her because physical superiority was just inherent whereas Liv’s abilities were primarily all manipulative. Unless you count talking to horses and fish, but what use would they be to her now?

From the moment they were on the floor trying to fight for control over one or the other, with Trinity destined to be the "victor" of this near one-sided fight, to that second when Liv is trying to shield her face from the incoming blow - she was in a lot of pain. She's bleeding in places that were fragile where fists likely would have connected - the face, nose - bruising, contorting. She was glad when someone had reached for the vicious beast senselessly beating the life out of her, because she could scramble to her feet. Barely - resting her back against one of those stone pillars for some support.

Blood puddled in her mouth, and she spit it on the floor at Trinity's feet, ”That's your problem. You're always reacting instead of thinking, stupid bitch,” she cursed at her, and Liv was not typically one to use expletives. ”I was trying to help. But you know what? You deserve whatever comes your way. I'm just sorry that you'll have to drag other people down with you.”

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Liv had sulked off to a quiet place. Her eyes are kind of teary because she is not one of those gals that could take a hit and then wear that brave face. That was just not Liv, and she was okay with that. In one of Olympus' watery nooks, she disrobed to avoid saturated clothing, and sunk herself into a pool of water, closes her eyes, and pretended that she was drowning. But she wasn't.

Time would tick by - one minute, two… and drags off into the realm of unknown as the water embraced her wounded body; cradling, nurturing, mending. She knew that she shouldn’t have approached Trinity, and she wasn’t quite sure what she had hoped would happen.

That was her fault. Or was it actually her burden to bear? She thought a little bit about Wes and Eve, and that maybe this was exactly what certain children hoped would happen. None of it mattered - she just should have left well enough alone.

She shouldn’t really care about anyone or anything. That’s the problem in Camp Athens - the moment you show a flicker of concern is the moment that something corrosive latches on and makes everything go awry.

She’d not have gotten out of the pool until it was near the time for the Trial, opting to be alone for a good while. She’d eventually wiggle herself back into her clothing, of which was riddled with blood stains now, and make her way to the location of the trial.



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He had spent some time watching the events of two women fighting unfold. Not for the thrill of it, but to see if maybe some of Liv’s clothes will come off in the process.

Not his sister’s clothes, though, he’d puke in his own mouth, stop the fight, and then beat the shit out of anyone that saw it nearby. Because that's what big brothers do - even the half-ones. Liam grants Trinity all of the freedom she needs, but he also lurks just around the corner just waiting for an opportunity to put a fist through someone. Let's just say that, for as much of a demon as he seems to be to anyone else, he had a special place in his heart (yes, he does have one) for his own blood. The two of them were worse off alone, and they were both probably the only ones that understood each other and could keep their vicious natures somewhat subdued.

He'd allow it to take place without interference, but as no clothing came off, he soon became disinterested. Until someone plucked Trinity off of Liv and towed her off someplace, then he was on the move. As Liv stormed off to go do that Poseidon healing thing, she shoulder-checked him angrily. It was more likely that she hadn't been attentive to him being nearby, but he let it go. He wasn't about to deck a woman in the mouth unless he really needed to, and the pathetic thing was already beat up enough. It was probably her fault anyway.

Wandering down this path or that, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans, he ultimately reaches his destination - the vicinity of his sister, Trinity. It was enraging to see her caged up like that - she wasn't a beast, she was a young woman with serious Ares genes, and that was not exactly her fault. His father, Ares, was also there and he unlocked the cage to release her.

He'd wait for the explanation, turning away to lean up against the wall outside of the doorway and out of sight. He didn't need to know what happened or whose fault it was, he just needed to know who to fuck up later. He hoped to the gods that it was a man behind all of this. Liam was going to establish his presence as the Alpha male one way or the other while he is in Athens, and if that meant making sure his little sister's issues get curb-stomped, then that's what would happen. It couldn't have just been Liv alone - she was this meager creature that didn't seem overly aggressive or capable of swatting a fly, let alone a child of Ares. It had to be someone else. When two women are brawling in the middle of Mount Olympus, you can bet it's because of a guy or something akin to being jealous about something.

It’s crazy how the demigods have the same exact issues as their parents, almost with or against the same lineage.

Liam wasn’t ready to greet his sperm donor with open arms yet. Especially after his step-father, of whom had been the only father he had ever known, met such a senselessly tragic death. Liam still missed his dad, and that would play a lot into how he denies his true parentage. However, he would wait for Trinity to leave and walk side-by-side with her to the Arena when that time came.

Big brother is here now, and that’s going to be bad news for some of the folks giving his sister grief.

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Mason looked at her... like he looked at Ajax. That gaze cut deep. Andy couldn't look at him anymore. But as she turned around to walk away she was met but another. The look on Ajax's face made her heart sink into the pit of her stomach. Her lips curled between her teeth as her head fell. "Maybe it would be easier if you were both honest for once." By the Gods, she was half surprised she hadn't gotten herself slapped in the past 5 minutes.

She lingered by the edge of the path, overlooking the long descent back to the earth below. Andy had her arms crossed over her chest, chewing on her bottom lip nearly drawing blood. In 24 hours she has all but dug a continuous hole for herself, making it harder and harder for her to ever climb out. Maybe she shouldn't. Maybe she deserved both of their anger... Of course she did. Andy was playing them both and herself all because she couldn't admit the truth or force herself to make a choice. And what was the cost? The respect and love of the two people closest to her.

Andy took a step closer to the ledge. It was a tempting idea but an easy way out. But she deserved to bask in her own suffering. She kicked a rock over the edge before she turned and began to head back toward the Acropolis. Andy made sure to give Mason and Eve a wide birth as she passed them. For only a brief moment, she picked up a small bit of their conversation. "...I like that she's jealous. She doesn't know the half of it yet though..." She wanted to stop, to listen more... To smack him again. But instead, she forced herself to look forward and act like she heard nothing, no matter how hard that was.

Halfway toward the rest of the campers, she was stopped in her tracks by a redheaded woman far more beautiful than the other campers. "Hello, you're Hecate's daughter, Andromeda correct?"

Andy nodded her head, trying to wipe the tears from her eyes and be presentable. "Yes... You can call me Andy." She tried to give her best smile, but fell short.

"I am Demeter and this is my daughter, Iliana." She should have known the woman before her was a Goddess, she must have been lost in her own mind. As much as she wanted to be more presentable, Andy couldn't bring herself to put on a happy face, not right now. "Are you going to be okay sweetie? I know you've had a tough time last year and Iliana made some wreaths because she wanted to cheer people up. She was hoping she could give one to you since it looks like you needed some comfort. Is that alright with you. Iliana can't speak at the moment, so she tries to find other ways to communicate."

"I'll... be fine. Thank you for your concern." Andy looked toward Iliana. She gave her best smile and nodded her head. "Sure, thank you." She leaned over slightly in front of the girl, lowering her head so she could put the wreath on her.

Once she had the gift on her head, Andy's attention was drawn to the tail end of a fight. She had no idea what happened but only saw as Trinity was taken away. Gods was there anywhere that she wasn't being a terrible friend? Andy turned back to the women in her present company, nodding her head politely to them. "I apologize, but it seems as though my friend my needs me. I appreciate your kindness and concern... I needed it." Andy didn't know what proper behavior was around a Goddess. She wasn't proper around her mother, for good reason, but Demeter was kind without reason to be. So, she gave them both a brief hug before hurrying after Trinity.

Andy saw where Ares went, and trailed behind him. Descending down to what she could only assume was the prison, she saw a brutish man waiting outside the entrance. Liam? Andy wasn't sure, it's not like they had crossed paths before, but who else could it be? She didn't stay to exchange pleasantries, instead hurrying inside, nearly running straight into the God's back. Thankfully it looked as though Ares had already unlocked the cell for her. All Andy wanted to do was make sure Trinity wasn't hurt, and be there for her. She had no idea what was going on, but she'd assume something with Wes, similarly to her own struggles. If anything, the both of them could use time with each other away from the camp's drama.

"I'm sorry to intrude," she said as she looked up at the God beside her. "I wanted to make sure she was ok... Probably would have broken her out too," she added with a weak laugh as she looked over at her friend. She could see how angry Trinity was, but even under that... How hurt she was, emotionally, not physically. Without waiting for permission or being shooed away, Andy wrapped her arms around Trin, pulling her in for a hug. Andy wasn't sure how helpful it would be, but if Trin felt anything like she did... it helped.

She slowly pulled away, but kept ahold of Trinity's hand, looking between her and her father. "I can go if I am interrupting."




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Sloane watched, hidden and silent amongst the crowd as everything around them quickly imploded. Was this what Sylas wanted? For everyone to quickly turn on those they love? For friends and lovers to be turned to foes? She wasn't the type to intervene, but the sight of it turned her stomach, making her shift uncomfortably where she stood. One person with devious intent and the ability to make it manifest was bad enough... But this Eve? Her gaze drifted over to the blonde who promptly had her ass slapped by the brooding son of Hades. Sloane didn't like her and she didn't have to know her personally to make that assumption.

The blonde minx had been at camp for... a day? Yet demigods were fighting in Olympus, some of the most stable friendships and bonds were crumbling. She feared what other devastation could happen if some how Sylas began to work along side the impulsive girl. Sloane wasn't much of the type to get involved... She hated using her abilities, but the more she stood idly by, the deeper it would spiral.

She took a deep breath and set on a path with purpose. Sloane was never the type to be proactive, nor approach someone on her own accord. Each step made the anxiety twist within her, but the thought of things going haywire seemed to subdue it, if only temporarily. Her gaze scanned the campers trying to find a way to free the flies from the spiders traps. To most people's point of view, releasing a fourth spider onto the web didn't seem like a way to release the flies. But perhaps, that was what was needed.

Before she knew it, Sloane found herself near the prisons, a few feet before an intimidating son of Ares. What was she going to say... or do? Gods, she spent so much of her life avoiding the use of her powers for fear of the outcome. The sound of her heart pounding deafened her ears, pounding and ringing like an alarm to turn around and stay out of it. Sloane tried to ignore it as she closed the distance between them.

"I have something important you'll want to know... for your sister's sake," she spoke to him softly, only loud enough for him to hear. Sloane waited until he seemed to be open to what she had to say. Then, she took his wrist leading him several feet away from Ares, for fear of pissing off the worst God to make angry. She did not release her hold on him, as she stepped forward and shifted to her tip toes to whisper in his ear. "There are puppet masters at Camp Athens." With each word she spoke, all of her influence followed suit, soaking into him through her touch and voice. "Your sister, the son of Aphrodite, the daughter of Hecate, the son of Hades, the daughter of Zeus, the son of Athena... Their actions are not their own."

Sloane held the son of Ares's gaze, pouring more focus and attention to each word, into their brief touch. "Seek out the truth..." Then her grasp on his hand tightened as she stared at him intently, each word spoken with the strongest intent. "Do not be swayed by the words of the daughter of Hera or the son Eris." With her final words she released her hold and took a step backwards. With a slight smile she nodded her head toward Liam. "I hope you'll take our conversation into consideration."

Then with nothing more to say, Sloane turned and walked away. Her hold on Liam could not be broken by Sylas. For years her brother has tried to overpower or outmaneuver Sloane's abilities, but the truth remains that she is more powerful than him. However she didn't know how strong Eve's powers were. So far the girl had only been playing small games, ruffling feathers and bring out people's real demons. If that was the extent of her powers, then it would hold. But only time would show the effect of her meddling. Unfortunately, being a child of chaos... Sloane couldn't help but feel like her attempt to put out the fire might only enrage it.




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Alex gave Wes her best smile, as she pulled a bag from her shoulder. He tried to return the gesture as best he could, but it seemed neither one of them could fake it... Not right now. "I would come back later, but... I'm not sure if this will be the last time I get to see you."

Wes took a step forward, taking hold of her shoulder with his hand. Why did everything have to happen all at once? It was like one brick was pulled out from the bottom of a tower and everything was crumbling down around him. "Don't talk like that... please. I won't let you die. Me, your brother, Duke... We will not let you die."

Alex then opened the bag and pulled out... an arm? Wes's brows furrowed as he looked at it. He really hoped this wasn't some kind of weird joke. So many thoughts of what it could be raced through his head. Was that his arm? It should have been rotting somewhere. Was it someone else's arm? No, because Alex wasn't a murderer... Then what was it? "Duke made it for you. I'm just sorry that I took so long to get it to you. He had to remind me to bring it with everything that has been going on."

Wes slowly extended his hand toward the arm, running his fingertips along the surface as he studied it. "I'll have to thank him... with a proper hug." He laughed weakly at the comment, but the thought being able to give an actual hug made him want to cry.

"It looks so lifelike. You won't be able to even tell you're missing a limb at all." Alex then laughed and tickled his nose with one of the mechanical fingers.

He couldn't help but laugh softly, as he playfully pushed it away. Wes went to say something when his attention was pulled toward a fight that broke out. He took a step forward, preparing to break it up but others were there first. Part of him was happy it was someone else. No matter what he did there... Trinity would see him as defending Liv. From this moment on, everything he did would be wrong. A thought that turned his stomach. So, instead he just watched as Trinity was dragged away and Liv continued to egg her on while looking worse for the wear.

If there circumstances were different, he would have followed after Andy to check on Trinity. But she didn't want to see him. And she, without a doubt, won that fight. Probably would have even killed Liv if it wasn't broken up. Instead, Wes turned around back to Alex, just to repress his emotions about the girl he lost. "I guess we should see if it fits, huh?"

Wes didn't really wear the right clothing for something like this, but it wasn't like he expected to receive a new arm. He slipped out of his jacket easy enough then pulled his hoodie off over his head, causing half of his hair to stand up in every direction. His left hand rolled up the dangling T-shirt sleeve where his right arm would be. "I'm not sure how it... works. Do I need to take my shirt off to like, strap it around my chest or something?"




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Wow, Evelyn, speechless. Sylas quite liked the thought of it. And seeing her struggle for words and the proper answer only made his smile grow. His pace stopped and he slowly turned to face her. Then, finally, her gaze became more interested in something upon the floor as she spoke. “Maybe I'm just a fly in a web that thinks I can change the nature of a spider.”

"But don't you worry that the spider might change the nature of the fly?" Sylas quirked a brow, humoring her analogy. Sylas was a spider, that he had no doubt. But Evelyn was not a fly. They were annoying little pests of an insect with no purpose and a short life span. She was a chameleon... A captivating chameleon.

Evelyn finally met his eyes once again. “Have you considered I could be...distracting you from mass mayhem?” Then, she raised her hand to touch his upper arm. Her fingers softly began to brush his skin slowly, up and down along his bicep. “I could...want you all to myself. Maybe I want you to show me what it's like to be a little dark.”

Sylas glanced down at her hand briefly before looking back to Evelyn. Her smirk brought a smile to his own lips. My my was she good at the game. If he was a more simple man, she'd have him wrapped around her finger already. Those blue eyes, fiery hair and straight forward nature was magnetic. "Would that be so bad?" He asked as his free hand gently brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. "The darkness can be quite... satisfying," he added as he lowered his hand, letting his finger tips brush her arm on their way back down to his side.

Then, she finally let the facade fall and the truth come out. “You're my newest subject of interest.” Sylas liked how she could play his game, yet also give him the truth. She gave him the same respect he gave her. Neither one of them had a reason to lie... They could see through the bullshit and get down to the truth. He liked that. “If I bother you, however...” With that, she turned from Sylas and went to look out over the Acropolis where the trial would be held.

Sylas gave it a moment, let her words set in and let her have the illusion that he was thinking it over. He slid his hands into his pockets and slowly followed after her, stopping a few feet behind Evelyn. "And perhaps you're my new subject of interest..." He dared a glance over his shoulder toward the commotion but by that point it had all died down. What really caught his attention was the sight of his sister wondering in the direction that Trinity was dragged off in. "Plus, I'll have you know... That I have not used my abilities since I've stepped foot on Olympus." He then raised his hand and crossed his heart. "Scouts honor."

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Athena ordered men to take her away meanwhile Liv was there, being a pretentious Wes groupie and antagonist when Trinity was wrapped up spitting at her boots and insulting her. Trinity didn't even get to break her arm or nose which the water bitch deserved at the least. Yet Trinity was the one locked up. Fucking ridiculous.

Ares released her but Trinity continued to pace. “Tell me what happened...”

“You would know if you were there,” she snapped. “I did what you would have, defended myself, only you would have got to finish the job because you're a God, you get to do culling when you please.”

She knew she wouldn't get out of the room until she simmered down or told some of the truth. Not that it concerned Ares. Not that it concerned a single damn person except for herself. “I warned the fuckers, and I had enough bark and finally bite. I'm being portrayed as some monster bitch and if that's what they all want, then they can have it. Don't start shit you can't finish.” She blew out her lips but that was scratching the surface of her present anger. “The males in this camp need a fucking spine. Speak up and step up, stop waiting for the women to defend you. Do they have an ounce of pride?”

Trinity didn't like the way Liv referred to Theo and spoke about her. She also didn't like Liv chipping in on Wes's behalf all to keep him happy...not that she thought Wes told her to, even he wasn't that pathetic. She shook her head. “You know what? Send me back. Send me back to camp. I don't give a shit about the trial. What have the Valises ever done for me anyway? I don't owe them crap.”

Suddenly Trinity noticed Andy by her dad. She didn't want to speak poorly of Ajax in front of Andy but she had no apologies either. She'd dare anyone to name one instance. “I'm sorry to intrude. I wanted to make sure she was ok... Probably would have broken her out too.” Trinity might have smiled or shown some gratitude to Andy being here, except she was only a rage machine. Andy pulled her into a hug and Trinity didn't know how to react to startling tenderness. Trinity finally let some of the fight go and hugged her friend back tightly. It was Andy that drew away too luckily otherwise she might have held her for a couple more minutes. Although Andy still did have her hand.

“I can go if I am interrupting,” Andy said looking between Ares and herself, probably more seeking the God's approval.

“No, no, I think we're done here.” Her vent was as good as he was going to get. Trinity stepped around Ares to either escort her off Olympus or take her to the stupid trial at the Acropolis. But taking her off Olympus was the recommendation and if there was any more blood spilt on Olympus's pretty grounds, Ares could blame himself.

It was only a couple seconds before she saw Liam's back. Her mountain of a half brother was just standing there. Then she looked ahead and found a retreating figure. Was that... Trinity threw her head in Sloane's direction. “What'd she want?”

Answer or no answer, Trinity pat his back in a way that conveyed she was as happy as she could get to see him given her mood and the circumstances.

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Image “You would know if you were there,” she snapped. “I did what you would have, defended myself, only you would have got to finish the job because you're a God, you get to do culling when you please.”

"And so will you, be. One day. But that isn't completely true," he told her. "There are laws and rules still. Even for someone like me."

“I warned the fuckers, and I had enough bark and finally bite. I'm being portrayed as some monster bitch and if that's what they all want, then they can have it. Don't start shit you can't finish.”

"Daughter..." but she wasn't listening to him, so for now, he watched her as she blew out her lips. Letting it out like this was better than punching someone close to death. He couldn't let his own rage erupt, as they were children. He would never forgive himself if he hurt a single hair on their heads. “The males in this camp need a fucking spine. Speak up and step up, stop waiting for the women to defend you. Do they have an ounce of pride?”

"Trinity, that's enough now." She wasn't wrong. “You know what? Send me back. Send me back to camp. I don't give a shit about the trial. What have the Valises ever done for me anyway? I don't owe them crap.”

"Stop!" He grabbed the top of her arms, as if to shake her out of it. "Look at me." he ordered her. He felt bad for not being around as much as he should have, to help her better with all of the rage that she had, up until now, controlled. It got too much for her, and there was no shame in that. "NEVER, allow them to turn you into something you're not. Do you hear me? - You are strong, and all of this rage, every drop of it will be hard to come back from if you allow it to take over you completely. If going back to camp is what you wish? then I shall take you myself... but I think you should show them exactly what it is to be a daughter of Ares. A woman, ready to face all her adversaries with courage." with his eyes locked onto hers, his right hand reached up and stroked down the side of her soft blonde hair. "...Do not let me lose you."

“I'm sorry to intrude. I wanted to make sure she was ok... Probably would have broken her out too.” Ares sighed and straightened up before he let go of his daughter, his eyes now on Hecate's daughter. “I can go if I am interrupting,”

Ares went to say something, but Trinity had spoken instead. “No, no, I think we're done here.” he wasn't done, but it was clear that she didn't need him. He just hoped that she had at least listened to what he said.

"Keep her from punching anyone else." he told Andy and Liam before he left.





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Liam is content to allow Ares and his daughter some uninterrupted conversation. The towering beast stood at the doorway like a statuesque sentry; lumbering, still, and threateningly watchful. Every so often it would move; thick fingers falling upon the silhouette of muscle that made up the corded biceps just beneath his shirt. Yet it was a rare movement, as he had no desire to invoke the attention of his… father.

One girl runs past him - then another comes. Shortly before Sloane held him in that trance, the son of Ares let his dark gaze wander down the corridor to see if a gaggle of girls would follow suit. That’s how the end of girl fights happen, right? Nope, no more girls. That was a relief, honestly. The last thing Trinity needed was a crowd of clucking women all concerned and yapping away at the mouths with their rehearsed sympathies and other womanly whatnots.

A shift would grant him a brief insight into the room via his peripherals, but as he turned back, Sloane had remained. This small doe-eyed creature stands before him; a meek thing rivaled by the shadow threatening to swallow her up. She stood unafraid, or at least it seemed that way. Now, Liam appeared more malevolent than he truly was. For one, this was a woman, and he didn’t see the threat in her. Two, there was something about her that was… strange, to say the least. She was beautiful, yes, but not in that bimbo - chest pushed out and clothing leaving nothing to the imagination kind of way. He stared down at her like a deer caught in the headlights, as she was the odd sort of attractive that he was not accustomed to finding himself admiring.

Svelte fingers seize his wrist, and he doesn’t mind that she’s leading him someplace. After all, what could she do to him? Of course, he hadn’t the slightest clue that not all actions and thoughts would borne of his own willpower. If he had any, it would have melted away like butter at her touch and under the siren-song of her voice and that strange allure of her voice. Sloane would find that it was easy to have him drink from the well of her power.

"I have something important you'll want to know... for your sister's sake. There are puppet masters at Camp Athens. Your sister, the son of Aphrodite, the daughter of Hecate, the son of Hades, the daughter of Zeus, the son of Athena... Their actions are not their own.”

As she speaks, her words tugging at his mind as she wove her spell to arm him against the ill-intent of her brother and possibly that one cute blonde, the big brute of a man listens just as intently as her words grace his ears. No, much deeper. "Seek out the truth… Do not be swayed by the words of the daughter of Hera or the son Eris. I hope you'll take our conversation into consideration.” It all slithers through him with an intensity that he would not notice outright, but would leave their imprint and whispered words to be summoned forth when they are needed.

Then her soft fingers slip away, his skin crawling with goosebumps as everything about her leaves this impression that can’t be shaken.

For once, the retreating form of a woman isn’t sought with the leering eyes of a man wanting to catch that sultry sway of hips, but of eyes that didn’t quite know what the hell just happened. Only one thought crossed his mind now, and that was that there was going to be hell to pay for playing around with his sister. Whatever poor sots had Hera and Eris for parents were going to have a bad time at Camp. Not right now, though, He didn’t know who they were, and this was not the appropriate place.

While this was not a combat field, there was still strategy to be had. Maybe he wasn’t smart or well-versed in mythology, but he could play on this field. It was just a different kind of war; one against his sister and her unfortunate Ares traits.

He just gives “Pops” a thumbs up, but he’s not going to hold Trinity back from justice if she feels like her wrath was due. However, he will try to pinpoint it in the appropriate direction after Sloane’s warning.

Just as he was there standing like a dumbfounded blob of meat, he blinked at the suddenness of Trinity’s inquiry behind him. “What'd she want?”

No doubt, Andy was by her side at this time, too. He turns around, peering down at the two of them; whether they be side-by-side or whatever. “Oh, I think she was lookin’ for someone else and I scared the lass away. Let's get our asses to the Trial, aye?” Yes, he just lied to his sister, but the gods here didn’t need to find another reason to lock her up.

Just as he was getting ready to head toward the trial, he stopped, “What was her name, by the way?” He gestures down the hall where Sloane had retreated.

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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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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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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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ImageAlex glared at his son as he sat beside him but it phased neither of them. For as long as they were in Olympus and she, being held on trial, she couldn't strike physical lightning at them, otherwise, her case would be quickly resolved. Even Zeus could not save her from justice then. "It is a pity she couldn't even dress up for the occasion. Such arrogance," Hades said, keeping his eyes on the demigod. To put her under the illusion they were whispering malicious things was all the better.

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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Demeter and Iliana sat together just before the trial started. Ethan and Heath sat near them too. Just before the trial started though, someone suddenly appeared and bumped right into Demeter.

“Oh, shoot - I am sorry! Today is just not my day. Well - I don’t know, I guess it’s all from a point of view. In some ways my inattentiveness was a gift.”

"It's no problem dearie. It could have happened to anyone. Is there something I can help you with?" Demeter asked.

Instead of answering her, the dark haired young woman turned to Iliana.

“Hi! You look like Iliana. I’m Apollo’s daughter, and my father wanted me to sit with you during the Trial. I actually meant to catch you before we got to Olympus, but a really cute boy sidetracked me. Has that ever happened to you?”

The girl's enthusiasm really caught Iliana. She never met anyone with overactive energy too. She did know Apollo. He'd been her primary caretaker when she had been taken care of at Olympus after her ordeal. Those memories were foggy though since she had been fighting for her own life. Her kidnapping had been horrendous and during her healing in Olympus, she had been kept under. Even Hypnos got involved when constant nightmares caused her to thrash about in her sleep, delaying the healing process. Not wanting to remember that time though, Iliana continued to listen to Apollo's daughter.

“My name’s Cherise, and I’ve got a spot saved for us. At least, I think I do,”

She saw the girl turn towards a guy with glasses. She honestly didn't know what to do either. She looked at her mother first.

Demeter smiled and replied, "Go on ahead Iliana. I am not leaving.

Iliana turned to Ethan and Heath next and they smiled back too. Cherise seemed like a nice enough person and if Demeter was fine with it, they would be also. Iliana turned back to Cherise and nodded before standing up. Before the two could leave though, Demeter said something.

"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 cannot speak at the moment so she communicates through her notebook. Have fun you two."

Iliana nodded and went ahead and sat with Cherise and the other guy with glasses.

As the trial started and people started speaking up, both Ethan and Heath played close attention. Ethan was reading the emotions behind the words while Heath was looking for possible lies. So far he couldn't detect none. One thing was obvious though, they really weren't making a lot of headway. It was almost like a "He said, she said" situation. Finally a daughter of Poseidon spoke up, basically asking for physical proof. Both Ethan and Heath agreed with her. These words though seemed to set Hecate's daughter off. It was pretty obvious too that she had been through a lot, especially when it was mentioned she lost her own brother. When Andy left, it was Ethan who stood up next since he recalled something Ajax said to him.

"Hi, I am Ethan, Hestia's son. I have a question for Ajax. Didn't you mention something about a bracelet that belonged to Alex and you believed it to be curse 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."

After that he sat back down and then Alex was brought to a pensive. The images scene caused her to fall apart again and this had a major effect on Iliana for her pain was overwhelming. Seeing her daughter in distress, Demeter rushed over to her and wrapped her in her arms, with Ethan not far behind. He started using his serenity inducement on her while Demeter cooed to her softly. In the meantime, Hestia rushed forward to Alex and had Athena give the girl to her.

"Come back to us Alexandria. Remember the good times with your loved ones. Breath, don't let your emotions take you." she told her, using her own Serenity inducement.

Being a goddess, her Serenity Inducement would not only affect Alex, but anyone else in distress, which included Iliana. Soon the blond calmed down. Seeing her daughter was alright, Demeter let her go while Ethan returned to his seat.

Heath was relieved to see his sister okay, but seeing Alex break down reminded him of that time when she almost unleashed her powers. He knew she had been provoked then and was a loose cannon. If she had indeed been mentally unstable when she killed Jennova, it would definitely helped her case. Wanting to find out more about the day of Jennova's murder, Heath stood up.

"My name is Heath and I am Athena's son. I have several questions regarding the day of Jennova's death and well as the actions of both the victim and defendant. Who was the last last one to see Jennova alive? Did she and Alex ever have any prior conflicts? Also, who was the last person to see Alex before the incident? How were both girls acting that day before the incident?" he asked.

Iliana listened to her brother ask questions, but her eyes stayed glue on Alex, feeling so bad for her because she could relate to her pain. Iliana herself was still in a fragile state of mind. If it wasn't for her mother, Ethan, and Heath, she could have easily turned out like Alex.

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None of it really surprised Theo. Trinity lashing out so quickly he couldn't stop her wasn't surprising. It's not like there was much he could do to stop Trinity anyway. She was born stronger than he would ever be. As could be expected at a place like Olympus, the fight was over about as soon as it had started. Liv and Trinity exchanged some last venomous words, and then Trinity was taken out of their sight. Theo hung his head. Why did people always have to mess with him? He really just wanted to be there for the people he cared about... especially Trinity. She definitely mattered much more than anyone else at camp. Theo wandered over to the edge of a nearby fountain to sit down and think, observing the comings and goings of his fellow demigods and their parents. It seemed to Theo like everything was going to shit just at the wrong time.

It wasn't long before he heard a set of feet creeping up on his left side. He knew who it was, but he looked anyway. Sure enough, there was his mother, Artemis, standing there with her arms across her chest, mimicking his long face. Theo let his lips curl into a slight smile as he stood up and reached out to pull Artemis into a hug.

"Theo, what mess are you into now?"

It was typical of his mother to cut right to the thick of things. She had always shown concern for Theo, and she wasn't one to beat around the bush.

"Awwww mom, you know me. I just have to get caught up with some girl. I just wish I knew if she was caught up with me or not," Theo laughed it off like it was no big deal. He had always felt a need to make his mother feel like he was okay or happy, even if he wasn't.

Artemis nodded at Theo, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder as she spoke, "We need a hunt together soon. I feel like we haven't spent enough time together lately. As I'm sure you know, things have been very busy here. Speaking of, I must get to the trial. Don't be too long. Proceeding should begin soon."

Theo watched as his mother strode past him, golden gown flowing behind her with grace. The conversation had encapsulated much of their relationship for the past few years. There was much love and care underneath the words, but the communication was lacking. Theo let out a yawn as he reclaimed his seat on the edge of the fountain. He let his mind rest over the next few minutes as gods and demigods alike flooded past him into the trial room. Theo ignored it for the most part, keeping his head down and speaking to no one.

“Theo right?” Theo looked up, even though he recognized the voice. It was the Eve girl, the one who had played a role in causing the fight between Trinity and Wes. What on earth could she want? "Yes, what's it to you?" Theo let disinterest pour into his tone, hoping she would get the hint. The last thing he needed was Trinity mad at him over this random girl too.

“I- I’ve made this great huge mistake.” Theo was kind of caught off guard as Eve's eyes began to water. It took him slightly a back, feeling a sudden need to comfort the girl as she continued to speak, “Trinity, you’re friend? She’s- she’s kind of scary. I’m so scared to approach her, so I was hoping you could pass a message on to her for me?”

"Yeah, I can tell she's not a big fan of yours. I'm not so sure I can..." Theo started to speak but the girl's expression changed suddenly as she cut him off.

“Oh, The trial! I have to tell you everything, come sit with me.”

Eve basically dragged Theo into the trial with him, but for some reason he didn't feel the need to complain, just a rush of desire to comfort her. It confused Theo because he knew that this would piss Trinity off, but he didn't much care.

As they took their seats, Theo scanned the crowd. Trinity was sitting right across from them. This drew a frown from Theo, but maybe she wouldn't see him. Theo wasn't sure is he wanted to say anything at the trial or not. It wasn't like he could say anything different than any of Alex's other friends were saying. Trinity, Duke, Wes, Ajax, Andy... they seemed to have it covered. Theo listened to them, but the trial was honestly boring. He turned to Eve, leaning towards her, "So ummm... what was it you had to tell me?"

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After a sea saw of fors and against they led Alex to the basin. It showed her stabbing her mother repeatedly and Trinity cringed as the girl became a wailing mess, pleading for it to stop. Well, fuck. Trinity looked hesistantly to Liam. “Would you be able to hurt your mum with Ares rage?” she whispered. She didn't think the rage and violence of even Ares could compel Trinity to hurt her family. Including on the worst day.

But then her eye caught Eve sitting with Theo. Fucking fuck. She lost sight of him during the fight. She was tempted to wave her arms around and warn him to the dangers of the succubus. The blonde already had a date with Wes, she couldn't cozy on up to Theo too. “Dirtbag,” she grumbled. Ultimately she didn't do a thing aside from commentating because the company the boys kept were their own decisions.

This fight wasn't hers. It was the Valises' and Mason's. She was tired. Trinity got up and chose to leave, thankfully as the particularly irritating voice of Liv stood out, detached and nosy as ever.

Right now for the welfare of herself and campmates, the only thing to do was leave early. She mounted a Pegasus. “Back to camp please.” She wasn't sure if they understood English or needed a command but there it was and the creature broke into a gallop and took to the skies again. If she had any control of the horse she might have flown around the Acropolis and given the bird to everyone, but straight to Camp would do.

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Trinity let out a deep breath as she arrived back in camp, banned from the group outing because she couldn't promise to behave. The Camp was frightening when it was abandoned. Sure nature was still green, the ocean still blue and vibrant, even in the dark, but it was a ghost town without the bodies of camp drifting through.

She thought she'd be at camp and inner peace would be restored because she didn't have to look at any faces that would infuriate her but she just felt purposeless. Trinity wandered to her own cabin and took off her maroon cardigan, catching another glimpse of the bruises and claw marks on her arms. She smiled a little and lifted her top, checking the new little fight marks on her body. Trinity always could conjure a dash of respect to an opponent who fought back. The same opponent who had also said something about Wes's cabin being a mess.

Trinity decided to inspect the damage for herself. She didn't know why she was so compelled to see the state of his cabin. Probably because somewhere it meant there was no date at his cabin tonight, and that meant she could start finding reasons to be wrong. Trinity pushed the door ajar, slipping through the gap. “Oh, Wes,” she muttered, seeing the mess in the cast of moonlight. Furniture was turned upside down, she saw pieces of debris scattered along the floor by the things that hadn't endured his tantrum in one piece.

She sighed out and hooked up his speakers first so she could listen to something while she tried to restore the room. Wes had great taste in music but she just wanted her own crap on for the moment. A song came on that Trinity forgot she ever had. She pricked up her ears, contemplating skipping it. Initially, the song didn't seem aggressive enough, but it reminded her of a certain someone and turned therapeutic for her to join in with. She began turning the furniture upright then knelt on the floor to gather the broken pieces, wood chips and so on. “Maybe if I act like that, flippin' my blonde hair back, push up my bra like that, I don't wanna be a stupid girl.” She hummed along with Pink. She placed a couple of salvaged bits and bobs back on the table and got to her feet. “I'm so glad that I'll never fit in, that will never be me.” Trinity waltzed around the cabin and started imitating being a plastic blonde, flicking her hair about and sticking out her chest to name a few token moves as she cleaned up, and yes, at one point, using the furniture to slut drop and poke out her ass.

The freedom to act how she wanted and be mocking and bitter and a bit of an idiot, without judgement, was relieving. Why, it was even like she was unwinding which she was in desperate need of. Trinity didn't even think of an excuse if she was busted intruding in Wes's cabin, but it was all for the greater good. She knew her manners and she wasn't invading his privacy or snooping around, just repairing a cabin she was partially at fault for destroying.

Trinity stepped back, cocking her to the side. Everything was up again and it was no longer a safety hazard to walk through but it wasn't straight either. She nudged the furniture with her knee and stepped back again to see if things aligned better this time around. Trinity didn't have the patience or careful touch to do things delicately and bring it back to Aphrodite pristine standards. So while it wasn't perfect, it was better than him cleaning up from scratch.

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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.

he looks down at his daughter and the goddess who is stood next to her. "Are you ready to continue?"




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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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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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“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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Sylas looked to the pair, then forward again. That would be the brother to our dear Eve.” Another spawn of Hera then. Interesting. He looked more promising than Eve but she wasn't going to make the mistake of underestimating either child. “No doubt he must be up to something nefarious, like his sister.”

Sylas didn't aim for humor but he certainly achieved it with irony. She thought nothing of the others' speeches until Ajax was addressed regarding the bracelet. “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.” She sighed gently. Evelyn did tell him curses were tricky to pinpoint.

Alex had stepped into the pool again to reveal further memories. Alex had her sword then the head dropped to the ground. Evelyn frowned at the object being passed between God and Demigod, the bracelet Alex had on during the murder of her mother but did she wear it when cutting off the Daughter of Hades's head. This trial left much to be desired, but her investigation schedule was rather full. No matter, the Gods reached their verdict claiming Hades guilty and he was taken away. If they were content then so be it.

The company beside her sighed and stood to his feet. “Well I do think that our conversation was the highlight of this trip. Because this trial was rather disappointing.”

“Happy to be of service,” she responded.

“I give it a week before half of the demigods here are going at one another,” he said next.

Evelyn hummed, regardless if he was addressing her or not. “Probably less.” A rift was already nearly visible between demigods. She stood up and caught Nemesis's eyes on her casting her to inferiority. No doubt mother was less than pleased in the company she kept and could catch their game from miles off. So that's how it felt to be gazed upon by judgemental eyes. No matter the nonchalant air Evelyn adopted, it stirred her nerves.

Out of spite, in an act to test Nemesis herself, Evelyn considered embracing Sylas. But that would be foolish even if Evelyn found some secret for context. Sylas was clever and she had to gamble the right way at the right time with such a man. He'd get far too much joy if he discovered he was some tool used to upset a Goddess, or maybe he'd consider it an insult. Clumsy to provoke a goddess and use him in that way.

Evelyn ascended the steps to leave the Acropolis behind her. There was something that paid off in her deep thoughts: Maybe she ought to act more impulsively to throw Sylas off. To him she was, well, she didn't know, but not dumb. Underestimating somebody was a gift in disguise and she may have needed to change his mind a little.

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

Evelyn walked to a steed and pat its snout. When the horse pushed back into her palm, she smiled. She didn't get much time to interact with animals or the akin, they were all lovely and raw creatures, always true to their nature. They could be powerful too but let themselves be ruled by other beings. It exhibited the power of control and will: brainpower. Still, she couldn't devalue a Pegasus or other creatures.

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She was still pondering if things were straight enough, tongue pressed to her cheek when she heard her name. “Trinity?”

Shit. She turned around hesitantly not sure what kind of reaction she would face from Wes for being in his cabin uninvited. “Hey,” she said. “I thought – I…um...” English! Come on, Trinity it’s your first language. What happened to the perfect justification she had thought of earlier? “I didn’t follow you.” Normally she would have smiled if she could afford to. Those were his lasts words to her after all, but it didn't make it okay to be in his cabin and she knew that.

“I just...” she looked around his cabin. “I'll leave. Sorry.” She lowered her head and went to brisk by Wes. She pulled herself short and snatched her iPod up then stopped in front of him. Trinity wanted to get out of there, particularly as she felt guilty for not obtaining his permission and from so many angles, it looked bad, but if she retreated, she'd regret it later. Trinity clenched her fists and took a deep breath in to compose herself, still not making eye contact with him. “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.” AKA ruin everything they had progressed on. If he was going to fool around with someone, it could at least be someone better. “Then you have those stupid Aphrodite charms that wrap everyone around your finger and the Wes defence squad gets involved.” She put up a hand to stop him from arguing. “I know that's not your fault but it still bugs me.” She wasn't looking to fight or argue, just explain her mood.

She sighed out. Now that was out of the way...she still didn't feel much better. “I'm glad you got an arm back and that Alex made it in one piece.” Otherwise he probably would have entered bawling. Trinity brushed by Wes since the guy had to make everything more difficult and obstruct his own doorway.

She'd probably hang at her cabin for a bit then check on Theo. Unless he managed to obtain a date with the same blonde. Trinity was mentally done with the day, her priority was herself and sleep.

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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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