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Wesley Preston

The One-Armed Teddy Bear

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a character in “Camp Athens II”, originally authored by mjolnir, as played by RolePlayGateway

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"Being underestimated is a strength not a weakness. Remember that."
- wesley preston




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n i c k n a m e s x // x wes

a g e x // xtwenty two

g e n d e r x // xmale

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

o r i g i n x // xbeverly hills, california

s p e c i e s x // xdemigod

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






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D E C O R U S


h e i g h t x // x6' 2"

w e i g h t x // x185 lbs

h a i r x // xWes has short dirty blonde hair that is usually spiked in some sort of manor. On most occasions he has a 5 o'clock shadow, never being a fan of the clean shaved look or a full on beard.

e y e s x // xWes' eyes are what he's most known for. They're a brilliant green, like emeralds. Captivating and striking. Surprisingly enough, he got those from his father and not Aphrodite.

o d d i t i e s x // xBefore coming to the camp, it could be said that Wes was without flaw from head to toe. But his first year came with many curveballs. The worst claiming his right arm. He does also have a few scars from the bumps they encountered at the camp, but nothing more noticeable than the absence of his right arm. But unlike many who would receive this blow, Wes laughs in the face of his own disability and refuses to let it cripple him.

a p p e a r a n c e x // xWes is not what is expected of a son of Aphrodite. For some reasons everyone assumes it'll be some pretty boy with polos and coiffed hair. Wes is almost always in a leather jacket and jeans. He looks like the boy that all the father's warn their daughters about. Tall, well fit in every way with a smile that could kill. He doesn't have to try to look attractive or seduce, it's just part of his natural charm and aura. The boy next door with bad boy charisma. It's been said his attractiveness appeals to everyone in different ways, almost morphing slightly to appeal to each person in a unique way. The worst part being, he's oblivious to most of his appeal. His innocence and naivety making him that much more magnetic.






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I N G E N I U M
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a p p e a r a n c e x m o r p h i n g x // x Aphrodite children can dramatically change their appearance, although Wes has no strength in this ability.

c u p i d x // x He has the ability to make people fall in love. Wes refuses to use this on another unless as part of a battle strategy.

s e x u a l x d e s i r e x // x Wes also can control the sexual urges and desires, but similarly to making others fall in love, he doesn't use it on others for personal gain.



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m u l t i l i n g u a l x // x Like all other children of Aphrodite, Wes can speak all romance languages. His favorite being French, but he barely uses it.

a l l u r i n g x // x To anyone, Wes always comes off attractive, magnetic and captivating. Be it pheromones, appearance or his silver tongue.

s i l v e r x t o n g u e x // x Wes has a way with his words, that even with enough focus can persuade others to do what he desires.



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p h y s i c a l x c o m b a t x // x Wes has never been much of a fighter, he may be physically strong and in shape, but he isn't much of a fighter. Over the past year he has been training to compensate for his right arm but can just barely hold his own.

l y i n g x // x He doesn't lie well, particularly because he hates lying.

s e l f l e s s x // x When it comes to others, Wes tends to put himself last. This can get him in sticky situations or even risk his life.



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l o s i n g x l o v e d x o n e s x // x Wes cares and loves deeply, so the thought of losing anyone close to him is terrifying which is part of the reason for his selflessness.

h e a r t x b r e a k x // x After all, he is human. His heart is fragile. He's had it broken once before... And doesn't want it to happen again.

l o n e l i n e s s x // x He's never been one to like being alone. The thought of going through life, just himself, scares him... Although he'e never admit it.





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P E R S O N A L I T A T E
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One thing that could be said about Wes is that he has a big heart. This wouldn’t have been muttered when he first came to camp a year ago. He was the textbook definition of a womanizing piece of shit. But between the friendships he made at camp, he went through a complete change of character. He is a big muscley teddy bear, that wears his heart on his sleeve. He goes out of his way to do for others. Being borderline too selfless for his own good. Maybe if he wasn’t he’d still have his arm… But he doesn’t resent it, because his loss helped in what little way he could.

But, he is a son of Aphrodite. Although he is much humbler now… Or, as humble as an Aphrodite kid can be. He knows he’s attractive, but doesn’t necessarily flaunt it. His cockiness comes more from a very strong sense of self-esteem. There are very few things that he can pride himself on, but that doesn’t mean he’ll still won’t talk like he’s the best. Confidence is key. Maybe one day of telling himself and everyone else that he can do something, eventually he’ll be able to.

Shyness is not an option for Wes… Ever. He is the life of the party. His bubbly, magnetic personality makes it easy for him to eb and flow with people. Socializing comes easy to him, even if it is a deep emotional topic or expressing his feelings, Wes doesn’t give a second though to expressing himself. Sometimes that’s not always a good thing, but he’s never been one to try to be anything than his true authentic self.

It’s pretty funny how brave Wes is, when the odds are always against him. He’s not much of a fighter, doesn’t know much combat… But that wouldn’t stop him from charging into battle to protect those he loves. He’s brave to a reckless degree. That’s how he lost his arm. Blind bravery. In most cases a trait like that can be a positive… Only when you have the power to back it up. If his stupidity can save lives, then head first he goes right into it.






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H I S T O R I A R U M


Growing up in the 90210, Wesley always had whatever he could desire at the tips of his fingers. And to most that was always their dream to grow up with tons of money and parents who didn't seem to give 2 shits about what he did. Scratch that... parent. His father, Jacob Preston, was one of the most sought-after defense attorneys in the nation. Jacob could make serial killers come up as innocent in court. The made him a high demand lawyer, with a substantial amount of income. Being a lawyer, his dad was always very distant and cold towards Wes, leaving him to be raised by nannies and maids due to the absence of his mother.

Ever since he was little, Wes always had a knack for getting into trouble because it always seemed to be the only way to get his father's attention. On a regular basis he would skip classes to go meet up with girls or cause trouble throughout the town. By age 16 he had been arrested twice and every cop in the district knew his name. But Wes didn't mind the attention, in fact he loved it whenever all eyes were on him. His new bad boy reputation also made him begin to get even more affection from the ladies… Compared the large amount he was already getting when he still dressed in the expensive clothes his father bought him. Wesley would be rather wearing a leather jacket, and a pair of torn jeans, driving an old model car or motorcycle, instead of the $1000 suits and Mercedes his father tried to buy him.

Although Wesley was a very intelligent kid in school, he ended up flunking out due to his numerous absences and his lack of attention or discipline. When his father found out that Wes wasn't going to be able to go to Yale like he did, he was furious. He no longer wanted his son in his house hold let alone anywhere near him. So, Jacob finally decided to sit Wes done and tell him the true story about his mother. Obviously, Wesley did not believe a single thing his father said, until Aphrodite herself appeared in their living room.

She said that she had been trying since Wes was a kid to get his father to send him to the camp where he would be "safe." Since his father no longer wanted anything to do with him, Aphrodite took the opportunity when she could. It was apparent that his parents no longer got along, but as to the history that passed between them, Wesley would never find out. All he could tell was that his father had been keeping him from his mom all these years, and even though Wes felt a little old to be going to a camp. He accepted the opportunity to get away from his ungrateful dad and possibly one day get to know his mother better.

As if his life wasn’t already being flipped upside down, everything changed when he came to camp. For the first time in Wes’ life, it was just about him. He didn’t have to fight to get attention, because everyone there was special in their own way. He had friends… People always either wanted in his wallet or pants, never taking the chance to get to know the man beneath. He finally knew what it was like to be wanted somewhere… And it changed everything about him. His prerogative changed from selfish to selfless, and his narcissistic shell faded to a compassionate teddy bear. Fighting hydras, a hopeless crush and losing his arm… he never felt more at home.





h e x c o d e x // x #667C0C x // x f a c e c l a i m x // x Jensen Ackles x // x c r e a t o r x // x Scar.- x // x c s x // x Scar.-

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Wesley Preston's Story

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Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Wesley Preston
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Image "Don't talk like that... please. I won't let you die. Me, your brother, Duke... We will not let you die."

She turned her head away from him. It was like he had read her mind. "Good... because--" She sighed as she remembered Duke's words - that she didn't need to constantly act tough. She took a deep breath and sighed. "The very thought of dying terrifies me." she admitted. There wasn't much that frightened her as a child apart from, ironically... storms. Her big brother had shielded her from danger the second she entered the world, and it was he who had taught her to become the storm instead.


With the way Wes changed the subject, she knew he didn't want to talk about her trial anymore. Good, because she didn't want to either. Not only did it hurt, but It was the last thing he needed.

"I'll have to thank him... with a proper hug." He laughed weakly. Alex twitched a smile and watched as he tried to attach the arm. Not once had she ever seen him as someone weak and within this moment, Wes still proved that having one arm had never stopped him from being who he wanted to be or to protect those he cares for and loves."I'm not sure how it... works. Do I need to take my shirt off to like, strap it around my chest or something?"

Alex finally laughed again. "Let me help you," she said before she stepped lightly up to him and helped him to remove his shirt first. She remembered what Duke had told her in his warehouse, how to properly secure it to his torso without it coming loose. "There." She patted his shoulder softly. "You're whole again... pun not intended." she smirked, then stepped back and smiled as she looked him over.

She kept silent for a moment as she watched him flexing the newly fit arm, and began to well up with tears.

Even though Wes had never looked any different to her, it was better.

"Now go hug him." She chuckled, picturing his arms wrapped around Duke and squeezing him half to death. The son of Hephaestus had definitely formed a miracle.

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Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Eve Drakos
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Heath was very annoyed with the blonde's choice of words regarding his relationship with Iliana. One thing did stick out with him. She found him boring huh? It didn't surprise him since she probably thrived on causing things to happen and he knew he was as straight-laced as they come. When she commented on not having any parents though and was actually truthful about it, his only reaction was a raise of the eyebrows. He already narrowed down that this girl was either a child of Eris or Hera due to them being able to influence people in a negative light. His gut told him Hera. He knew a bit about Hera through his mother and how the two tolerated each other at best and at times had a bit of a rivalry. The idea though that someone like Hera would neglect to watch over her own children didn't sit well with him. Heck even his mother, who was almost always busy, tried seeing him several times a year at least. This would explain why the blonde had no reservations in doing what she wanted though. She had no boundaries set to begin with. This still didn't excuse her behavior. Her lie about 'having more fun' was even more telling. Having no parent to watch over her, she obviously had to fend for herself too.

Heath didn't have much time to think though when the blonde touched him and gave him an order to find out about something. Heath was glad he wasn't paying attention to what she was referring too. So the order itself didn't have much of an effect on him. He now knew how she was able to have an effect on him so quickly, she touched others. He would be wary of that. Seeing that the minx was gone, he looked around and saw Ethan talking with Zeus's son. He wouldn't worry about him. Looking around he saw Iliana and her mother handing out Wreathes. Seeing he wasn't needed, he decided to head for the trial and to 'find out what would happen' there. That blonde minx might be more clever then him, but he was much smarter than she thought. Besides, he had that famous Scottish Stubborn streak.

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When Ajax mentioned how the blonde could be Hera's daughter, Ethan had to agree with him. It made sense, considering what he knew about Hera. His mother mentioned how the two goddesses use to be close, but things changed when Zeus picked a mortal woman over her and she got super jealous. She never went into details, but it was obvious the whole ordeal hurt his mother.

And he nodded in understanding when Ajax told him he wasn't going to talk about recent events. Heck Ethan was holding back things about himself and his friends because he didn't know the demigod that well. The demigod made Ethan laugh though when he asked if his mother was single.

"Sorry man, my mom still loves my dad."

What he didn't add though was even though his father still loved Hestia, he was starting to feel unworthy of Hestia because while she still looked the same since the day they met, he was starting to get older, being in his late 40s. Ethan did wonder if it was possible for a mortal to be turned immortal. Oh he knew about Greek myth stories about ambrosia being the thing mortals ate, but he didn't know if that was an actual fact and was too nervous to ask Hestia about it.

After Iliana and her mother left, Ajax did confirm his name and started talking about his sister a bit before asking a favor of him to find Hecate. He then remembered why they were in Olympus. Alex's trial. And it seemed she had killed someone. Was it this Jennova that Ajax mentioned. And Ajax thought the reason Alex killed her was because of this bracelet? Deciding not to think about it since he wanted to not anything influence his thinking, he decided to try and help Ajax find Hecate.

"Okay I'll try to help, but um, I don't know what she looks like nor where she is actually. This is my first time to Olympus. Maybe she's already at the area where the trial will be. I know my mom and Athena are probably there now. Maybe we can ask one of them or any of the other gods?"

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Iliana was relieved when Andy accepted her wreath. Even though she didn't grin, her eyes lit up a bit at least. Demeter sighed. She would give anything to see her daughter smile again. Soon the brunette left them, wanting to check on her friend.

"Do you want to find Alex or Wes now Lia?" Demeter asked her daughter.

Iliana nodded and the two walk off. Lucky for them they found both Wes and Alex. This was right after Alex helped Wes put on his new arm and both caught Alex telling Wes to go hug someone. Demeter came forward first with Iliana hiding behind her mother again. She was still worried that Wes was mad at her.

"Well that arm fits you perfectly Wesley. Hephaestus's son created that right? 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."

Taking a deep breath, Iliana came out from behind her mother and handed out the two flower wreaths to Alex and Wes. After that exchange was done, she returned to her mother.

"There, that wasn't so bad. We'll leave you two alone now okay?"

And with that mother and daughter left, although Iliana looked back at Alex and Wes one more time. The two started heading for the trial's location themselves.

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

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

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

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

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


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

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







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

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

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

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

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

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

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

she took a deep breath and pushed open the doors.

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What was her name, by the way?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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"Like the Fray's song, 'How To Save a Life'? Or is that an exception because it's still catchy? You know there's like a club mix of it but the words are still the same. Which begs the question..is depressing music in the lyrics or tune,” Keith asked, her eyes focused intently on the expectant expression of his raised eyebrows. In silence, her mind paced through the lyrics of the song, and she went through her own range of emotion as they walked; looking away and around their surroundings. It played across her face in a variety ways; a small smile, a gentle look of sadness. The typically outgoing girl actually skipped right over his inquiry, perhaps even going so far as to pretend that she didn’t hear the question.

"Me too," he states, and she perked up once again as he gasped and acknowledged a rare commonality between two people that just met. Not everyone actually likes musicals, and can probably only name ”Grease”. She turned to face his side, kind shifting from walking sideways to look at him and then forward facing at the same time like a really awkward or excited girl that just discovered her new best friend.

Seriously - Keith was going to be her new best friend.

“That’s great!” She chimes with unbridled enthusiasm, her eyes twinkling at the endless possibilities running through her head right now. Late nights watching ‘Grease’, the smell of popcorn, coffee… and then everything sort of ventures off into more surly territory. Just a split second before her cheeks threaten to redden, the thought of the Trial hit her. Soon he was responding.

"We are here for um… Alex's trial. So if you watch Judge Judgy or CSI, I guess it will be more like that. She murdered another demigod and we can't run around lawless so...here we are. In this beautiful place to witness a trial." The observant woman surveyed the emotions that passed through his features, and she realized that she accidentally killed the mood. He’s not smiling anymore, but that didn’t mean that she had to give up her own. Apollo’s daughter has a smile wide and bright enough for all the Demigods walking around here in their continuous grumpy pants. Still, she listened to him and nodded every so often, quietly implying that she was offering him the bulk of her attention. "I don't even know what to think, If she had any justification or what happened.” As he led her to the Acropolis, her eyes sought out this daughter of Zeus.

Looking down at her feet now, she sort of just quietly tried to give him some kind of support, “I’m sorry. If it’s any consolation, I am sure that you are not the only one that is confused. The world isn’t black or white, and neither are people and their actions - especially us. I’d say just… go with your gut, Keith. You’ll find that it’s usually always right. Albert Einstein once said: ‘The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift.’” She took a second to look at him, then shrugs slowly, “I mean, he was kind of a smart guy, so…”

Then she stopped before they could find themselves a seat, stepping ahead of him and then turning around to face Keith. Her hands grasp both of his wrists, and she looks like she nearly forgot that she had something important to do. She gives him that signature Cherise smile, all dimpled with pearly white teeth, “Save me a seat or two? I forgot that I needed to go and find someone. A girl name Ilianna. It slipped my mind as soon as you bumped into me! I can’t believe it. I never forget anything!” That is a total lie. She tilts her head at him, ultimately releasing her hold and walking backwards. “You don’t have to save me a seat, of course. I just thought - well...” She is still trying to talk as she slowly creates more and more distance between them. Only the gods know what she is saying now, but her back turns and she eventually scampers off to go seek the child of Demeter out.

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Cherise bumps into everyone, and that is just her. She’s a bit clumsy like that. So, of course it’s no real surprise that she bumped 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.” She brushes off her blouse, and in the distance she probably looked like a klutz to Keith and he probably felt not as terrible for bumping into her earlier. Maybe even that it had genuinely been her fault after all! She’s sure that Demeter is just staring down at this girl, of whom is blathering on about bumping into her, and something about being a bad day and then maybe not. It was all very confusing.

When she finally looks down, she notes Ilianna next to the god and smiles, “Hi! You look like Ilianna. 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?” Cherise is talking quite a bit, and she realizes that she hasn’t even introduced herself. She is really jacked up right now, and she’s totally going to blame Keith for all of it.

“My name’s Cherise, and I’ve got a spot saved for us. At least, I think I do,” She glanced over her shoulder at Keith to make sure that he did save space for them. Whether he did or not, she’d try to tow Ilianna away from her mother’s side, hoping that her familial ties to Apollo would make her feel comfortable with her.

That and it’s just impossible to feel sad or worried around Cherise. Maybe a bit annoyed, but she radiates a certain aura of comfort in her easy-going demeanor and all-around softness.



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As the pair attempt to put a name to the woman, and give him that questioning look of which he knows they are giggling on the inside at him, he’s just looking at them with flat eyes. True, maybe he was a bit of a man-whore, and yes - maybe he was interested a little, but can’t a guy ask for a gal’s name?! "Sloane... I honestly don't know her last name… Or her parentage. I've been... preoccupied." Andy finally replies, and he just nods at that.

The son of Ares tucks Sloane’s name in his mind for later, even though he was probably going to forget it anyway. He’s not overly concerned with her parentage because, well, he didn’t know much about the gods and their children. Only that he was unfortunate enough to be an Ares child, and he wasn’t quite sure what that meant, and he didn’t really care.

He had all but ignored Andy’s remarks regarding something about her dying or mourning someone - he didn’t know. His mind was elsewhere, and it’s certainly not on her. Not that there was anything wrong with her or anything. Something just felt slightly… off, and he couldn’t put his finger on it, and he’s not sure that he likes it. He chalks it up to being near his true father, Ares, and how much it throws him off guard. How much it makes him think of his step-father, of whom he always called “Dad” regardless of his origin. He had been lost in that for most of the trip from the dungeons. Not everyone needed to be cozy with their godly parents, and to be honest, he wasn’t about to give a flying fuck about some guy on some mountain that was never involved in his life. The thought of him just pisses Liam off. The close proximity to him pisses him off. Athens pisses him off.

But, as they end up at the destination of the Trial, he is glad that the gods at least gave him a bunch of pretty faces to look at. There was a really hot redhead, some blonde that fluttered from one guy to the next (he puts her face in his mind for later for obviously lecherous reasons), a battered brunette (something about a woman with blood on her dress like she just came out of a warzone), and others. Then there was the daughter of Zeus down there being scrutinized for something under the eyes of the gods and her peers. That looked like it sucked.

“Err, I have to watch. Maybe you should sit next to me so I can look like an angel and folks can remember what a real threat looks like. Of course, you don't have to. If you'd rather sit with a certain brunette that's like, this high and this shape - I won't blame you.” Trinity left him with a choice of whom he’d sit next to, but he opted for her in the end. Sloane had given him some information that can be used later, he had enough tact to make sure that she’s relatively safe from the spying eyes of the two children she had warned him about. It felt like conspiracy, really, but until he knew their faces, he’d keep his distance from his source - even if he was tempted to sit next to her. As silly as it would look.

”I’d tell you what they say about why tall guys like short women, but I bet her parent is around and I don’t feel like being on trial for a sexist joke,” he tells her, since she’s going to poke fun at him for having asked for Sloane’s name.

Then the Trial began, and he sat next to Any, leaving Trinity to sit on the other side of her. He crossed his arms and listens and watches the proceedings. He didn’t have anything to contribute, but he could learn the names of some of his peers in the meantime - see who was on whose side.

"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. She's not a murderer." Did he catch Trinity almost smiling at him? Oh, he was going to keep an eye on that one.

Speaking of Trinity; Liam watches as she rises to give her own testimony, keeping look out for anyone that might be making those subtle hostile movements that indicate there could be backlash later.

“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.”

"I uh... I'm Andromeda Bolton. 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."

His gaze flicks to the woman as she trembled, likely afraid for the reactions that would follow her account of all that had transpired. With the Ares siblings on either side of her, it would probably be very unwise to threaten or counter with anything other than calm debate and/or questions.

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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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Poseidon's daughter stood up once all was said and done, interjecting just seconds after the break from the memory pool was both called and granted. Whilst Liv knew she was a newcomer, it was beneficial to both the prosecutor and the defendant to have an unbiased eye or two. This woman had watched enough crime shows to know that there were certain things that were necessary for a Trial, even if it might be different in the home of the gods.

”I am Liv Pfeiffer, Poseidon’s Daughter - and while I might be new, and perhaps even my interjection unwanted by the vast majority here, I wanted to offer up my own personal opinions on the matter. Though, you may call it a desire to hear facts not emotional ramblings. I don’t know if trials on Olympus operate the same way as it does on the earthly realm, but since we are half-human, maybe we deserve the same courtesies afforded to us in our own courts. It’s only fair, is it not?” She waits a moment, her eyes flickering from the gods to the demigods, of whom may or may not be utterly receptive to her words. It was always hard to hear the logical stuff, hence why everyone is attempting to appeal to emotions.

Her gaze lands on both Hades and the Son of Hades, ”I understand that you are deeply wounded emotionally from the loss of your daughter, however, what evidence do you have that the daughter of Zeus was - beyond the shadow of a doubt - the only one complicit in her murder? How do you know that the accused,” she points to Alex, ”... was in her correct state of mind given all that we know about the manipulations of her peers?” She looks pointedly to Eve, then to Trinity, then to Wesley. If one blond could create such chaos on the domain of romance, why not another in that of murder? Regardless, she continues on, "Furthermore, Hades, the son of Hades, and to all others that might be against the accused - what evidence do you have that the daughter of Hades did not instigate a fight that ended in her unfortunate passing? 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 was shameless, but she also has no personal stake in this Trial. She was not necessarily friends with many, and she most certainly made herself an enemy or two just moments ago, so the thought that she could be more alienated by her peers never struck her. The thought that the other gods could smite her never bothered her. The fact that she could earn herself more trouble was, well, it wasn’t at all in her thoughts. She just didn’t care. Perhaps not caring would glean more insight to the case that could put everyone at a relative ease.

”All of the testimony thus far has been circumstantial - it’s all hearsay. While we are glad to hear that many are friends to Alex, I am wondering if there is physical evidence for or against the accused. If there is, one should offer it up immediately. The memories of the death of her mother is relevant information, but it is still not evidence that she committed the murder in question recently. It’s just an attempt to sway her peers against her and cause Alex to place blame on herself based on past actions, and it further adds to the confusion that I am sure many of the campers feel. Offer evidence for or against her, or drop the Trial until you can find it. That’s all I wanted to say as an unbiased party that is neither for or against Alex.”

She finally took her seat again, crossing her arms over her chest and sighing. This was going to be a long day, but no one was offering up anything of use.

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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."

Sloane raised a brow slightly. "Your thoughts?"




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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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“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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Image With the trial now dealt with, and with Hades completely out of his sight, Zeus could finally grab a moment with his children before they'd have to leave him again for Camp. "I would like a word with both of my children."
Zeus said, causing the other Gods to leave the room and the arena. "My children... I have never doubted either of you of being good people, and once Camp Athens is over for the both of you, I want you to decide on something."

he held his hands together in front of him as he stood there before them, looking between them with a gentle smile. "It is your choice alone, so whatever you decide, I will be happy. You can either come and live here with me, or you can remain on Earth with your step-father." he knew it could be a possible hard choice for them, but he hadn't done it on purpose to get them away from their step-father. Zeus knew as plain as day, what that mortal man had done for both Alex and Ajax. Raised them as his own, loved Susanna when Zeus could not. He honored the man, but he wanted to remain close to his children, to get to know them better than he thought. "You do not have to decide right away." he assured them. "There is plenty of time." he promised.

Just after hugging both of his children, and before he was about to head out, someone else had joined them. First, it was Iliana. The adorable young lady from earlier. It was nice of her to apologize to his son, though Zeus did know or understand what she was being sorry for. Next, was Heath. Still polite as ever.

"Pardon me Lord Zeus, but my mother and I have a private manner we wish to discuss with you?"

"Of course. Follow me." He leads them both to a separate room. "We will not be disturbed here. How can I help?"





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ImageHe couldn't contain himself. The second Alex was proven innocent, he vaulted over the wall and landed in the arena before he rushed over to her. He pulled her into his chest with his arms wrapped around her, and almost squeezed the air out of her. He chuckled as she wheezed for air. He let her go.

"You scared me."

"I know. I'm sorry. she said, her brows furrowed.

"Don't be. I'm just glad you're still with us." Mason wouldn't have agreed of course, neither would his own girlfriend, or anyone else behind them... but it didn't matter. None of it mattered anymore. Of course, Jennova was still robbed of life, but no-one could blame Alex for wanting to avenge her mother. So many would have wanted to do the same. Just as Ajax gave his little sister one more hug, their father had joined them.

Ajax stood there staring at him as Zeus announced his proposal to make a choice on where they'd both want to be, and honestly... Ajax was torn. He was already on the path towards Mount Olympus as future king, and Earth would be that home he'd miss once it was gone. Unable to step foot there, again. Unable to see the faces he cared and loved, again.

He knew his father was telling the truth. He had no reason to play manipulation with his children.

Ajax turned his head to look at Iliana with her mother. She was writing on that notepad of hers again. As soon as she was done, she turned it around for him to read it: ~I am sorry about my behavior before the trial when I gave you those flowers. I just felt your anger and it scared me. I am . . . able to feel the emotions of others and it directly affects me to the point where I can't control my actions or powers. So I left before I could hurt you and Ethan.~

He nodded. "Um.. okay..." He was confused as to why she needed to explain herself, but it was clear that she was more sensitive than the other girls, which was fine. Everyone is different after all."I honestly do appreciate it, but you, or your... brothers?" he couldn't remember if they were related or not. "Don't need to keep apologizing for what you believe to be wrong. What I'm trying to say is... it's fine. Just be yourself." He shrugged. "I should be sorry. I didn't mean to scare you, so... as an apology, how about I ride with you back to camp, huh? you can tell me a little more about yourself."





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Image It felt good to finally be free, and she couldn't wait to get back to camp to be with her friends, her brother, and Duke. It felt good to have that monster inside of her head finally die, knowing that what she did, was not by her own impulse, but a cursed and manipulated one.

She looked up into the crowd, and even though some had left, and some that showed no sign of relief for her innocence... Alex smiled. Wes, Duke, and Ajax were still there, at least. For a little while. Her smile faded.

"Are you ready to head out or what?" She caught Duke say, his arm waiting for someone to hook their arm around it. It was the girl who had made such a long speech earlier. Clearly, she had impressed him for him to give her the time of day, and no doubt a ride back to camp. Alex watched, and expected even Wes to come to her... but neither of them did. Just her brother.

He ran to her and hugged her half to death, right before their father asked them to decide on something that Alex was more than happy to hear come from him. For years, she had wanted to meet him, and dreamt so many times of life beside him where she would get to see him every single day. But now that it was offered to her... she didn't know what to say. She had so much to leave behind.

She hugged her father. "We'll think about it." she answered for herself and Ajax before her father left to speak with Heath and Athena. It sounded important, but Alex wasn't about to eavesdrop. She wanted to be back at camp, so she headed out and made her way to the winged horses where Daniel stood alone.

It seemed he was waiting for someone, but the second some brunette girl arrived, Alex smiled. It was nice to see him moving on. She didn't know the girl, but Alex felt as though she was maybe what he needed to distract him. He had been through so much.

With everyone else partnering up, Alex climbed up onto the free horse, adjusting herself on its back. Maybe riding alone was a good idea. A chance to be by herself with her thoughts.




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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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“The question would be if you wish to be burdened with my presence further.” She could have laughed merrily but settled for a grin with her back to him. That wasn't the question at all, on a few counts now she elected Sylas's company. He was the one that had scheming to do.

“You shouldn't put words in my mouth,” she told him with a smile as he lifted her on the Pegasus, helping her to perch side-saddle. She leaned down tauntingly, now that she could leer at him from a height temporarily, “Besides, you're the one - ”

“Excuse me, are you waiting for someone?” She turned to the new face. “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.”

She offered a smile to politely decline, before glancing to her favorite devil who spoke. “Looks like you have a taker.” The look he sent Ethan was unpleasant, standing out even more so with the smile and wink he sent her.

She redirected her attention back on Ethan. She shook his hand which contrasted with what she said, “What would you do if I said no, Ethan, son of Hestia?” She imagined his easy-going and pleasant attitude was hard to turn down, people often feeling obliged to react accordingly. But she was teasing the kind soul, even if he had interrupted Sylas and herself. He was a good fellow. “I wait for no man,” she replied more honestly and pat the horse invitingly as if it were her property.

Once both were comfortable upon the horse, she introduced herself in return. “I'm Evelyn. Nemesis's daughter.” Since the bloodline and parentage was such a defining factor. She wrapped her arms around him as they were no longer strangers and very much fancied staying on the creature at all times. “I would say you're free to call me Eve, but that might end ... differently.”

Evelyn couldn't find many conversations to fill in the flight time, that and she didn't want to yell even as she hung on tight. The flight wasn't all that long anyway and they soon arrived back on campgrounds. She let him dismount first. “A hand please,” she said then slid down carefully from the horse, using Ethan's frame as a brace. “Order manipulation, right? It's one of Hestia's powers. I'd hate for you to think me negative but you'll be a very busy camper.” In fact, perhaps Ethan and her would work together in the near future.

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This time when he grabbed her arm, it was gentler, less demanding. If she wanted she could have kept going but she stopped. “I'm sorry I yelled at you earlier. You may not own me... But I am yours, no one else's.”

Trinity blew out her lips slowly, not sure how to take his update. He released her arm and, like a doll, it dropped back down to her side. “Trinity... I think I... You know what, no I don't think I know. I love you.” She wasn't ready for that. She was just trying to wrap her head around him saying he was hers, then he goes saying he loves her. Her eyes widened, jaw dropped and legs felt weak. Trinity leaned against the door for support, stupified. “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.”

She could hear him but comprehending him, forming her own sentence or reaction beyond feeling overwhelmed and faint was not happening. He really was an idiot. “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. I just wish you trusted me.”

Wes shuffled around and sat somewhere in the room. After a while of remaining mute and still, eventually, her eyes sought him out and her feet dragged slowly towards him. She knelt in front him and put her hands on his lap. “Why? Why do you want me?” She wasn't testing him or finding reasons for him to be the villain. Trinity genuinely couldn't figure out his attraction for her. A girl who loved all things blood, war and violence and he could have anyone.

She would have asked if he was sure if he hadn't stated he knew. Trinity bit her lip, and pulled his hand away from his face gently. She held onto his hands instead, her thumbs brushing back and forth against his skin and the metallic hand too. For a brief moment she wondered if he could even feel the contact on his bionic arm. “I don't think I know what love is to say it back,” she told him lowly and sincerely. But she did know that love was something you better damn well mean wholeheartedly when you say it. That's why she saved it. She felt strong adoration for him but needed to be sure it was love.

She furrowed her brows. “As for trust...I thought I was working on trust with you,” she confessed, confusing herself. For some reason, there was some barrier in place and she couldn't allow herself to trust him fully. She was in a stage earlier where she did trust him but then it just tumbled down and she was forced 10 steps back.

Everything she said probably felt like twisting a dagger in him instead, but she was trying to be as honest as possible. She got to her feet and wiped under her eye that had let a tear escape. “Can I see you tomorrow?” she asked softly, fretting he'd say he needed a break from her or something. But she'd respect his decision and deal with it.

Regardless, she needed a bit of breathing room after the bomb he dropped on her. Trinity kissed his head, unsure he'd allow a peck on his lips and left his cabin far behind, heading for her own.

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"Don't undersell yourself. But if you want to take Liam off her hands for the sake of it. I'm not really the jealous type when it comes to our relationship."

"Only that relationship," she replied. Mason might not have been jealous with Eve. Whoever was with that woman didn't have the luxury of jealousy, not if they wanted the relationship to last. But that didn't mean he wasn't jealous of other campers. As he put it, she was a fly on the wall. After all, it was easy to watch what was going on around her when she was often overlooked. Sloane would keep her opinions to herself, unless he asked for her advice. If he did, she'd caution him to stay away... from Eve, Sylas, even herself. But misery loves company.

"Goodnight, Sloane," Mason concluded before heading off.

"Goodnight," she replied quietly to his retreating figure.

Sloane lingered on the beach for a moment, staring at the trees, the sand between her toes or anything else that could delay her inevitable return to her cabin. Just as she took a step forward, Liam's voice caught her attention causing her to freeze where she stood. "Hey, wait! Don't you want to come to my cabin and -" She watched as he struggled to find the words, cocking his head and making strange gestures with his hand. Seeing as how the blonde serpent was no where in sight, she could only assume he was calling after her. Interesting way for Liam to root out the truth... by trying to spread her legs.

It seemed at that moment he realized that she was still there. Liam seemed to trip over his over tongue and mannerisms as he tried to speak. "I was going to say - to make friendship bracelets."

Sloane pressed her tongue into the side of her cheek as she nodded her head. "Sure."

"I mean, we can make friendship bracelets, too. I would make friendship bracelets with anyone. Even a guy! I mean, we could have a bracelet making party in my cabin." Well he just didn't know when to stop, did he? Sloane stood there quietly, her hands together in front of herself, holding her shoes as she listened to him ramble. Then he just... stared. Not in an objectifying way, if so, she would have just walked away. He just held an intense sort of eye contact like he was almost hypnotized.

Sloane raised her right hand towards his which were still in their air frozen like he was in mid thought or didn't know how to proceed. "Ok, breathe," she said as she gently guided his hands down to a relaxing position. "I'm not your keeper." A simple way of saying he could do whatever... or whomever he pleased. If subtext could get through his thick skull. She doubted it.

Liam finally cleared his throat showing that there was, in fact, life in the towering wall of a human. "Can I walk you to your cabin?"

Sloane's head cocked to the side slightly. Well, she wasn't expecting that. "Sure... Just don't hurt yourself," she cautioned. She stood there for a moment, before finally pivoting and heading toward the cabins. But she was in no rush, taking her steps so slow it must have been aggravating for someone like Liam with legs almost as long as her.

Seeing someone with such an intimidating presence fluster so easily nearly made her laugh. Sloane could barely fight the smirk that tugged at the corner of her mouth. "Although, I'd be curious to see the type of bracelets you'd make." She let out a soft chuckle. Now she hoped Liam didn't connect dots where there weren't any. That she wanted him to 'make bracelets' with her. Because she genuinely was curious about the barbaric state of friendship bracelets this guy could make. "I imagine macaroni, or those beads with letters on them." She held up her hand measuring the size of a bead between her index finger and thumb.

It didn't take long for them to arrive at the cabins. Sloane tensed, stopping dead in her tracks when she saw the lights on in her and Sylas's cabin. He was already home, she should have known. She knew the second she entered, Sylas would bombard her with questions and accusations. Why was Pete spending so much time around her? Why did Mason wish to ride back with her? What did she say to Liam? She only initiated interactions with the later, but she'd never own up to that, regardless of what her brother asked her. Either way, Sloane made no rush to get inside, instead standing at the edge of the woods like a deer in headlights.




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Wes had expected Trinity to leave after that. She never was one for the emotional gushing, especially when it was him doing it. He just wanted to speak his peace, regardless of how she felt about it. But he heard her feet shuffle, not to the exit... toward him. She knelt down before him, resting her hands on his lap. “Why? Why do you want me?”

"I just... do." There was no other way for Wes to explain it. You don't love someone because they're pretty or smart. Sure, those qualities mean something to some people or play their part. But deep down, it's just a feeling. Something that can't be controlled, without reason or thought.

Trinity reached up and took his hands. He sighed, keeping his gaze downward as she kept a hold of his hands, gently stroking them with her thumbs. Wes didn't fight it or pull away. But he didn't give a reassuring squeeze to her hands either. He missed her. One day fighting, and he already missed her. But in that moment, it didn't feel like they were there in the moment as equals. It was more like she was giving her sympathies, or worse, pity. “I don't think I know what love is to say it back.”

She never did seem like the type of person to admit love, not until it consumed her to the point where she had to say something. But even then, Wes wouldn't have been surprised if she never said it. As much as he wanted to hear it back, in that moment, he knew if she said it, it wouldn't be genuine. Wes simply nodded his head, acknowledging that he heard her. But, he had nothing to say. What could he?

“As for trust...I thought I was working on trust with you.” And there it was. Wes closed his eyes as he slowly withdrew his hands from her grasp. He knew she didn't trust him. Maybe she never did, maybe it didn't come to light until they started getting closer, or maybe it was Eve's doing. But no matter the reason, there it was. She didn't trust him. And although he knew it, that didn't make it hurt any less.

Trinity stood up but Wes didn't dare look up at her. He couldn't. “Can I see you tomorrow?”

Wes sniffed back the tear that was trying to form. Was this the end? Could it even be called that when he didn't know what they were before? He nodded his head slowly, agreeing. "I'm not going anywhere," he said softly. Literally or figuratively, it was all the truth. Wes wasn't just going to disappear from the camp in the span of a night. And as much as he should move on from Trinity when things seemed so one sided, he couldn't. So, the next day, week, month... maybe even a year, he'd still be there, waiting.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor
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Did Wes get a single moment of rest that night? No, no he didn't. For half of the night he didn't even move from the place he sat when Trinity left. For at least an hour he simply sat there and stared at the wall. Eventually he decided to turn on some music. But it always seemed the songs that make you feel worst were the ones that come on, no matter how many times he skipped them. When the sun finally started to pour into the windows of his cabin, Wes decided to finally get up. He was exhausted but he couldn't handle being alone with his thoughts anymore.

So, he forced himself into a shower. Wes was so lost in his own mind that he nearly stepped under the water with his new mechanical arm still on. He didn't get the chance to ask Duke if it was waterproof or not. But by the looks of the inner workings of his terminator appendage, he'd bet it wasn't. He untied the straps and placed the arm on his bed so there was no chance of water getting on it, then stepped into the shower. The hot water was almost therapeutic and helped him to think straighter, a little at least. And that's when he realized he was so caught up in his own issues yesterday, he didn't even see Alex after the trial.

That revelation snapped Wes out of whatever funk he was in. He quickly finished washing, hopping out of the shower so fast he nearly slipped on the wet floor. Whatever extra time he gave himself by showering quickly he lost when he tried to put his arm back on. That was going to take some practice. But he'd eventually get the hang of it... Maybe. Wes then grabbed the first clean outfit he could find, rushing out of his cabin as he pulled his shirt on over his head. He wasn't much of a runner, so instead he just took long strides as he beelined for the main hall.

Wes weaved his way through the tables, not paying much attention to everyone else who might have been in there. He quickly grabbed a fresh coffee to go and a couple doughnuts. Then he left as quickly as he entered. He hurried back to the woods, heading toward the Valis cabin. Wes didn't bother knocking, instead let himself in quietly, and made his way up to Alex's room. When he reached her room he gently knocked before he opened the door. "Peace offering from a shitty best friend?" he asked as he made his way over to her bed, setting the coffee and doughnuts down on her nightstand.

"I'm sorry I disappeared after the trial. I thought you might have wanted family time... I was kinda lost in my own world." He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Trinity and I had a fight. Somehow, someone got it into her head that I invited another girl back to my cabin. So, turns out she doesn't trust me... and I told her I love her." Wes let out a weak laugh as he shrugged his shoulders. There it was in a nutshell. He never kept anything from Alex and he wasn't going to bombard her with all of that yesterday leading up to her trial. But now that she was safe and things could start getting back to normal, he told her.

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




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Sylas sat for a long while on the floor in Sloane's room after she and Liam departed. It was the first time in years that he'd be caught. He felt like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. But it was much worse than that. Now someone other than Sloane saw a glimpse of the person he was... The person he really was. He couldn't help but wonder how much her sister shared with the giant mad man. She wasn't dumb. The son of Hades was a formidable ally, but if any of these truths surfaced, he couldn't imagine himself have many friends, if that's what you could call it.

Sometime had passed before he finally pulled himself to his feet. Sylas could feel his muscles already growing sore. Bruises on his neck were already forming from Liam's grasp, while he, no doubt, had a few broken ribs from being thrown against the wall. Sylas was in shock at what had happened... But more than that, he was angry. Angry that his sister could so easily find his insecurities and unsettle him with words. Angry that some dumb brute was so easily manipulated by his sister. But what he was really angry about, was that he lost.

This made things complicated, far more complicated. Now that Sloane had her protector and as far as he was concerned, that was two people out of his grasp. No doubt his sister used her abilities on Liam, knowing full well that would keep him out of Sylas's grasp. A direct approach was no longer valid and his window of time before people believed her over himself was quickly closing. He began to pace around the living room, his hand clutching his ribs as he thought. He lost the battle but not the war and whatever part of it he thought could be won with brawn or Sloane's help was unobtainable.

No doubt someone as dumb as Liam assumed beating him around would make Sylas hide his wounds, keeping the knowledge of his ass kicking secret. But he wasn't the type to cower, even when he knew he was outmatched... But only physically. That's when it struck him. Sylas wasn't going to hide his bruises or cower. Instead he'd do the opposite of what either of them thought. Sylas would be the victim.

By the time he had reached this conclusion sun light was already shining through the cracks of the broken front door. Sylas didn't bother trying to clean up the cabin, instead leaving it. The state of chaos needed to remain. If he was going to go with this story, the more evidence to support him, the more others would be on his side. He went to his room, deciding to change. Sylas had only managed to put on a fresh pair of pants when he heard an unfamiliar voice coming from the entrance. "H-hello?"

Sylas froze with his sweater in hand. He didn't know who had welcomed themselves inside. Was this the doing of his sister or Liam? Had word already spread of what he did? Or was it something else? "I was just - Does someone in here need any help? It's, um, Cherise. Apollo's daughter."

He peeked his head around the door frame, unable to hear what Cherise said to herself as she turned to leave. Sylas grabbed his shirt from his bed and called out to the girl. "Sorry, I was just getting out of the shower." He walked out into the living room as he slid his arms into his sweater. He went to pull it on over his head, making a little extra show of how sore he was, wincing at the movement. There was enough time, a brief moment that the bruises on his ribs would be visible. It was intentional... all of it. He adjusted his collar bashfully, as if he was trying to hide his other bruises.

"Cherise is it?" he asked, clarifying the name she shared earlier. Sylas then extended his right hand toward her, giving a timid smile. "I'm Sylas." Once he had a hold of her hand, he let his powers flow through their touch. He was the victim. Someone attacked him. "I appreciate your concern." The person who did this must be a monster, hurting an innocent man. Sylas was sure to be subtle, quiet thoughts that anyone who stumbled upon this scene might think. He gave her a sheepish smile as he released her hand. "Sorry to have distracted you from your run. I was just about to go get some breakfast... If you wanted to join." He said each word with a hint of nerves, like he was hiding something, like he wanted to divert the conversation and remove them from his cabin before she asked questions. Like a real victim would act.




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Andy tossed and turned most of the night. She might have fallen asleep for half an hour or so here and there, but most of the night was filled with her staring at the ceiling while her mind raced. Eventually she got fed up with trying. She should have been thankful, that evening instead of her mind being plagued with nightmares from her time in the Underworld, it was other burdens. The struggles of her fighting with her boyfriend or whatever the hell was going on between herself and Mason. But honestly, she would have preferred the nightmares.

She was used to being up before the other campers, that had been her routine now for nearly a year. Andy finally took off her ridiculous dress that she wore to Olympus and had half a mind to throw it away. It wasn't like her to dress to try and impress anyone. And who was she even impressing anyways? It seemed in the span of a single day she went from everything being relatively ok besides her PTSD and absence of a brother... To now half of the people close to her being pissed off at something she did or didn't do.

Thankfully the mornings were her time to clear her mind, just herself and nature. Andy put on athletic clothes that felt much more at home for her compared to a dress. And that day, she was even more of a mood to zone out the world. So, on her way out, she grabbed her phone, tucking it into the waistband of her pants before putting in her earbuds and blasting music. While others might think her playlist would be something from Rocky or other cliche workout scenes from movies, she always preferred serene classical music or instrumental tunes from her favorite movies. With the mindset she was in, it was the soundtrack from Jane Eyre. And she was off.

It didn't take her long to get into her rhythm. She had run this path so many times she could take it with her eyes closed, able to dodge every branch and jump over every root. And at one point she nearly ran into another brunette girl she wasn't familiar with who had a similar idea to her own. If Andy wasn't on such a war path with clearing her mind, she might have stopped and introduced herself, maybe even asked if the girl would want to jog together the next morning. But she wasn't in the right mindset for that. Maybe tomorrow.

Andy hadn't realized where her feet were carrying her at first. Maybe because it was routine, kind of like when someone goes on autopilot driving home and forgets how they actually got there. Because suddenly she stood there, stopped dead in her tracks before the Valis cabin, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Andy's heart sank seeing the familiar place but feeling like a stranger. She looked around almost like a child caught somewhere they shouldn't be before she slowly approached the building. Her feet carried her up the steps and to the front door. Her hand reached out until her fingertips brushed the doorknob... and she froze.

Just go in. But why would her feet not listen? Andy was too damn stubborn for her own good. Stubbornly loyal but even more stubborn when she was pissed off. Her hand finally grabbed the handle and started to turn it when she heard a branch snap in the woods behind. Her head spun around finding Wes approaching with breakfast in hand. Andy's hand fell from the door before she quickly retreated back onto the path. The blissfully ignorant Aphrodite son completely unaware of her presence.

This time, she ran with a purpose and toward a destination. Trinity's cabin wasn't far and it was the one place she'd be safe from judgement or boys. When Andy arrived, she hurried up the steps. She knocked on the door before opening it and peeking her head in. "Knock knock," she said softly when she caught sight of the blonde sitting at the counter. Andy pulled out her earbuds before she entered and closed the door behind her. She took up a seat beside Trinity, resting her arms on the surface in front of her.

Before she could say anything else an announcement rang through the camp. "As soon as you can, head to the staff cabin and vote for the poll that is pinned outside. Movie night and games with drinks and food, or Just a traditional Campfire, music, games, drinks and food."

Andy tapped her hands on the counter. "So, the choices are booze... or popcorn?" she stated more as an observation of the two options. "Is that really a choice?" She was trying to make light of the situation, maybe get some laughs but it felt strained. Neither one of them seemed in the laughing mood. "We could always just stay locked away from the world. Play Mario Kart, eat too much chocolate and cry over boys." She looked over at her friend giving her a weak smile.

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Surprisingly, Sloane dozed off at some point but only to be quickly reawoken at the thought of Sylas lurking around outside the cabin. Maybe it was a nightmare. It seemed that since she arrived at camp, everything was turned on its head. Not that she was missing the days of secrecy, her brother using her like his own personal punching bag or her time hidden away from the world, but it was a lot to be thrown at her all at once. So, it really wasn't any surprise that she slept worse than a new born infant.

Once she heard Liam begin to stir around the cabin, she knew she could get up and move around without fear of waking him. Sloane slowly moved to her feet and went to the door, closing it softly for some privacy as she sifted through her bags. She didn't think about what she'd need to wear when she snatched up her duffle in a rush the previous night. Luckily, she hadn't done much unpacking so there was a fair bit still in the bag but it was her more casual clothes that she rarely wore. It'd have to do.

Thankfully she had a shirt with a high enough collar to cover a majority of the bruising on her neck, so Sloane used that to base the rest of her outfit around. Right after she wiggled into her shorts and fastened them, she heard a knock on the door. She grabbed the cardigan she had laid out and quickly pulled it on so that it hid any bruises she had on her arm. Unfortunately, a split lip wasn't so easily hidden by clothing and she didn't have any makeup in her bag. So, with a sigh and a slight adjustment of her clothing she addressed Liam. "Come in."

He was still dressed in the same clothing he wore the day before and somehow managed to look like he got less sleep than she did. Liam was silent as he crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed. Sloane waited patiently for him to say whatever he needed to say, leaning back on his dresser, lightly crossing her arms over her chest. "How are you doing?"

Sloane shrugged her shoulders, her fingers toying with the sleeve of her cardigan. "I'm alive," she said, giving a slight smile.

"Do you have friends to stay with?"

If the situation wasn't so serious she might have laughed at the question. It wasn't like Sloane went out of her way to make friends or get to know anyone. Currently, Liam was the closest thing to a friend. She looked down slightly, trying to find a way to answer his question. She was already imposing, so she wasn't surprised he was wondering where she was going to go or stay. But she didn't have an answer.

Liam filled the silence before she could answer, causing her to look over toward him. "Not that I am kicking you out, Sloane. You can stay until... you want to leave, I suppose. Your choice. But we are going to have to share the bed because that couch is not having me. It's okay if you are a blanket thief, but I draw the line at snoring and drooling."

His offer was nice, but part of her felt he was just saying it to be nice... if you could call it that. Liam had pulled himself into a weave of drama he might not want to have been part of. And now he was stuck unwilingly with the burden of Sloane. She tapped the toe of her shoe on the ground, chewing on her bottom lip. Her guilt had been clawing at her all night. At this point, there was only one secret between the two of them, at least on her side and she couldn't keep it to herself anymore. "Liam... I have to tell you something."

Her hands gripped the edge of the dresser as she tried to find the words. "in Olympus... I used my powers on you." Sloane swallowed, daring a glance up at him. She saw the fury he had yesterday and she'd be lying if she wasn't slightly afraid of igniting it. She quickly continued speaking before he had a chance to argue or yell. "I only warned you about people like my brother at camp and gave you strong enough influence to not be manipulated by people with powers like my own. By someone like Sylas." She felt like a monster. Here this guy nearly murdered her brother for laying a hand on her and what did she do for him? "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I knew that the moment my brother saw you he'd do anything to make you his puppet... That scared me. An Ares son under the influence of... Sylas."

Sloane's hands trembled slightly as she began to shove her dirty clothes into the dufflebag. "It should wear off in a couple hours and I will never do it again without your permission." She pulled the bag onto her shoulder and moved toward the bedroom door. "I'll... figure out somewhere else to go." Her voice trailed off before she made her way to the exit. She'd be lucky if he'd ever want to talk to her again after what she did. Sloane wasn't an idiot and someone like Liam, he wouldn't want her staying under his roof. Not now that he knew what she did.

Once outside his cabin, Sloane froze in the middle of the path trying to figure out which way to go. Her hands clutched the strap of her bag as she sighed softly, the tip of her tongue tracing the scabbed over split in her lip. Where in the hell was she going to go?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

And then there were two...

“Would you like to sit?”

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Image She watched as his brows furrowed in confusion. "Who the hell is Pete?" he asked.

"One of the new campers that I had a ride home with after the trial," she told him, smiling. "I don't know him all that much yet, but... he seems okay. He's a good looking guy. I think he mentioned that he's Hera's son." Alex knew all about Hera from her father, but surely her children wouldn't be the same. Maybe.

It was nice that they could finally get a chance to spend some time together. For a little while, Alex had thought Wes was avoiding her due to the whole losing her mind, and murder. But the way he was acting with her now, was clear to the young Valis that nothing would ever change his thoughts about her. Wes had already promised her that he would never turn his back on her, but she couldn't help thinking he had. Her mind had been so lost and damaged.

He definitely knew her well, and Alex should have known that his absence had nothing to do with her, but with the fighting blonde that Wes loved. Her bestie had carried the torch for that woman for such a long time, and she envied that kind of connection. Love. Was she ever going to get to be loved the same way? someone that would never stray from her, someone that would be willing to lay their own life down for her, and say all the right things along with touching her in ways that would make her feel amazing.

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

She gently wiped the icing off with her finger and popped it into her mouth with a smile. "I wouldn't dream of it. I think Trinity would kill me if that happened, and besides," she bumped her elbow into his arm gently. "I don't think you could handle this much of a storm." she teased back and grinned. "A party is definitely a good idea for all of us, though. I want to get so drunk, but don't let me get too drunk, okay? I don't want to be throwing up on someone's shoes. I just want to have fun."