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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.-

So begins...

Wesley Preston's Story

Setting

Characters Present

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: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor
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Wes was happy to linger in the distance as the training commenced. He knew full well this was not his area of expertise but Trinity seemed to want him there. And honestly, Liam looked like he could use the presence of another male to balance the odds out a bit. He couldn't help but quirk a brow when said male seemed to make his way back towards Wes. At first he thought Liam just wished to stand back and watch the proceedings. But when the large man leaned in toward him, his words had a different tale.

"What does it mean when you hit on a woman and the woman you are with is upset by it, but she is still saying that I should do my thing? On a scale of 1-10 - if I stared at another woman's boobs and told her that I would do bad things to her in front of said other woman, how much trouble am I actually in? And should I stay away from other women for the rest of my life?"

Now this was something he did know well, whether or not he liked it. Wes noticed Liam's lingering gazes toward Sloane. A curious predicament. He never would have imagined the two of them together. But opposites attract and for some reason the small awkward brunette vexed him.

Wes tried to keep up the ruse, keeping his face as plain as he could while turning his attention more toward Liam. "Ok, first of all," he started, extending his bionic arm in a cautionary manner. "Whenever a woman says to do what you want, that never means do what you want." Wes chuckled softly. "It means you can do what you want, but if you don't want to piss her off... Do what she wants. Most of the time, the woman is right and we're dumb. Then there's the off chance we're right and that... well that's something else. I haven't even figured out that territory yet." Given his recent circumstances with Trinity he was by no means an expert in trying to convince a woman she was wrong. Sure, they figured it out in the end. But it was a rocky road.

"As for the second part..." Wes sighed. His brows furrowed in sympathy and confusion. "Dude, never ever check out a girl or hit on a girl if you're in the presence of another girl, unless you've explicitly said you are only platonic friends. If you're just wanting a piece of ass, then I suppose you can do as you please. But what you'll need to ask yourself is how do you feel about this girl? And what do you want with her? Because if it's more than just sex... If you really want her, then yes, you'll need to stop looking at other women."

Wes's gaze fell to the ground as he slid his hands into his short pockets with a sigh. "If she's really someone special, she'll consume your thoughts." He slowly looked up, finding his blonde several feet away attempting to train Sloane. "And you won't notice other women."

It wasn't long into the training that Alex seemed to appear from the edge of the woods. Wes inhaled sharply, looking between Alex and Trinity. Not good. "Sorry, you'll have to excuse me," he said to Liam before heading over toward his friend, hoping that Trin was too preoccupied to notice her arrival.

"Hey... I... can I talk to you for a moment? I need some advice and... well, that's not the only reason I want to talk to you. Please." Wes nodded his head but said nothing. He gently took a hold of her arm and lead her further away from the training. Once they were out of ear shot, he released his hold on her. "A part of you probably hates me right now, and I don't blame you, but... I just want to say that I and Ajax are leaving soon and I couldn't leave without saying goodbye to you. I'm going to miss you, cupid."

He didn't like it. His stance probably said that. It seemed as the words left her mouth, Wes crossed his arms over his chest. He sighed. "If that's what you think is best. I know camp has been... difficult for you recently." He didn't know how else to say it, but it was true. Ever since Jennova, it's only gone from bad to worse. "I'll miss you too," his tone was softer as he gently patted her shoulder. "I hope it helps."

"I hope, one day, you'll forgive me." Wes nodded and gave his best smile. In time, he would. But even though Andy wasn't his closest friend, watching his best friend do that to someone left him a bit shook. "I also feel like I should apologize to Andy, but... I don't think it will make any difference with how much she hates me."

Wes inhaled sharply between his teeth. That was a true statement. Neither of the girls were particularly fond of the other, and for good reason on either part. But he wasn't going to voice that. "I don't know Andy well enough to know how that would go over. For that you'd have to ask my girlfriend," he said, nodding his head towards Trinity. It was the moment the word left his mouth that he realized what he actually said. Gods, would she kill him for labelling them like that? He tried not to think about it even though his heart began to race in his chest. "Or Daniel." He quickly continued the conversation. He would have said Mason. To be honest, it seemed the son of Hades knew Andy better than most but he knew that just saying his name would erase any chance at peace.

Before they could talk anymore Iliana snuck up on the pair of them. "Morning. Sorry to interrupt you, but I wanted to talk to you Alex."

He didn't say anything. Wes simply nodded his head while giving both girls a gentle touch to the shoulder. He excused himself and slowly made his way back to the group. When there was a temporary lull in training he passed behind Trin, placing a quick and brief kiss on her head. But he didn't linger there. He simply smiled toward her before making his way back to the log and taking a seat beside Liam.




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“I would inquire what benefit you think we can gain from one another by me staying. Then worry perhaps you were getting attached or trying to distort my emotions,” Evelyn said after she let herself be drawn closer to him.

"You speak as though I have an ulterior motive." Sylas's gaze remain fixed on hers while his voice was deep playing into their little game of cat and mouse. He did quite enjoy the chase with her.

He didn't need her words to know that there, in that moment, Evelyn was his. Her words might have said one thing but her body moved with his every touch like it was hungry for more. And while manipulating the hypnotizing red head might have been tempting, he secretly found himself magnetized to her as she was to him. Maybe it was the mystery or her way to see through the veil, if only a little. She was a woman who wasn't scared by the potential beast within, but intrigued by it. That only made him more ravenous.

“I know,” she commented in regards to the question she still had in her arsenal. “But this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, I have to make it count.”

Sylas smirked slightly watching her nibble at her lip as he could see the wheels turning in thought. Part of him wanted to make another sly comment. Who's to say he hasn't been honest with her thus far? Maybe she thought everything that left his lips was a lie. Or maybe she just wanted this one particular question to count. He couldn't help but find his pulse quicken the longer it took her to think of what she wanted to ask. What could she want to know? And what would she think of his response? This was new territory for him... honesty.

“What's the most valuable lesson you've learned in life so far?” Sylas was surprised at the question, almost expecting something far more personal. He sat there in the silence, mulling over the answers in his head while Evelyn's hands gently ran along his shoulders and down his arms. The tip of his tongue grazed his lips when her gaze fell to them. But just before they could kiss, she guided his head sideways and placed her lips softly upon his neck. All the while, she moved her body ever closer to him until her knees rested on the bed as she straddled him. Once she was settled, he let his hands move to her backside, tugging her closer with a quiet groan.

"I've learned..." Sylas spoke quietly, tilting his head with her tender kisses. He let himself conform to her touch, as his voice grew quiet and serious, a small fraction was perhaps even vulnerable. "That I'm alone in this world." He didn't elaborate. Because it was that plain and simple. He let his gaze fall to hers for a long moment and his face showed the seriousness that was apparent in his tone.

“I should get one more request because you've been...somewhat distracting and in a way, I did two favors for you.” Evelyn's words caused him to chuckle and his smirk regaining it's place upon his lips. “It can be an easy one like a confession of your choice. You couldn't be afraid to overshare with all that power lurking in your veins.”

"She's had a taste and wants more," Sylas said as his smirk grew slightly. If anyone else was there, his comment would seem surface level and merely about sex. But she knew his meaning. Evelyn enjoyed having the power to pull secrets from him, something that seemed unobtainable to most. And she wanted more. "If that is the case, then it's only fair if you confess something yourself."

After a long moment, Evelyn sighed and wiggled her hips, presumably to get comfortable, although it still caused Sylas to raise a curious brow. “Part of me is tempted to test your endurance and stamina.” Her gaze trailed his bare chest while her fingers following suit. “But I'd hate to wear you out. Things to do, people to see, I'm sure.”

"You'd be surprised what I can handle." He remained sitting on the bed as Evelyn retreated. Sylas could have pulled her back and whispered velvet words to persuade her to stay. But instead he watched her exit his room, no shame in taking in her form as she walked.

He waited there, seated on the edge of the bed as he heard her move about his cabin. Sylas ran a hand through his hair as he took a deep breath. His gaze drifted towards the heaps of blankets strewn about the bed and along the floor, his mind letting the events that just transpired sink in. Part of him, wanted to let her leave. Let their moment in bed remain that and nothing more, but something else was drawn to her. Something he couldn't quite explain. She was different than other women. Evelyn challenged him. Her tongue silvered like his own and it was intoxicating.

He hadn't heard the front door, so she still lingered somewhere. Before Sylas could play out the possibilities or think of a plan of attack, he was on his feet, moving toward the door. For a moment he wondered, until he found her standing at his kitchen sink. He didn't announce himself. Quiet footsteps carried him across the room until his bare chest brushed against her back. His fingertips slowly found their way to Evelyn's hips as the tip of his nose brushed along the nape of her neck. "You want a confession?" he purred in her ear.

His voice was deep and graveled in the back of his throat. It was primal, not dripping with honey, but seductive and intense. Sylas's right hand ran up her arm and along her shoulder until it cupped the side of her neck. "I'm dangerous. And you should stay far from me." That was a confession no other would hear. A confession that is a brief glimpse into his true nature and his acceptance of it. Sylas was a dangerous person and he knew it. What they shared couldn't be described. Was it simply a game of discovery? Lust? Something more? They didn't talk about it. But everyday they grew closer. And as much as her curiosity and tests thrilled him, it only drew her closer to a black void.

He did not move, nor release his hold on her. Sylas stood there for a long moment, before he gently turned her around. He kept her there, pinned between himself and the counter, looking down into her eyes. "When I'm around you, I lose reason... Your presence is intoxicating."




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“Well, that's something. How'd you feel afterwards?” Trinity said almost like there was some light at the end of Sloane's hopeless tunnel.

She found herself standing there silent with her mouth slightly agape as she searched for a response. "I don't remember... I just know that they deserved it."

“I was actually going to suggest you hit me... Or any other person or object. I just think you must be furious about being in your circumstances.”

Sloane's brows furrowed as she tried to put a finger on how she felt. Anger would be reasonable. That is to be expected. But she had grown used to how Sylas treated her. It was sad, but the truth of it. She knew what the pain felt like, his temper and his reactions. She no longer tiptoed around him to try and not set him off, because if it wasn't one thing it was another. She accepted it.

...Until someone intervened. That's when the fear returned. Before, she could talk back to him and accept her punishment with her head held high. But now, it was bigger than herself. When Sloane was his punching bag. It was contained. She could handle the pain because it was hers to bare. It was under control. And now, Liam was part of it... perhaps even Trinity, Wes and Andy simply because they knew the truth. Whatever courage Sloane once had was gone because whatever misstep she took would no longer be inflicted upon herself... but him. She no longer had control.

But she said none of this, although her face, no doubt, showed how deep in thought she was. "It's fear... Not anger," Sloane admitted, as her gaze fell to her hands. That wasn't something easy for her to admit. No one likes to admit when they are frightened. But this girl she barely knew was trying to help. Liam was trying to help. If she wanted to protect them from her brother, she had to let them help her. And secrecy wasn't the answer.

"My thought was that we teach her how to defend herself." Liam put up his hands in surrender before he continued. “All she has to do is get her hand on someone, right? We just have to train her to utilize quick defensive movements - brushing a hand away, whatever it may be - to allow her to use her own power to do the fighting for her. I mean, think about it.”

While, from a tactical point of view, what Liam said made sense. But Sloane didn't like using her abilities. Sylas did but she didn't. And on top of that, she had only been able to use her abilities on her brother once... once. Not that they knew that. But the moment she did, he knew. It was like an inner alarm went off letting him know that she was there, trying to slip her tendrils around him. And it was hard... Perhaps the most difficult thing she ever did.

"We're on a different playing field. Even in the normal world, people train for years to learn how to fight. We are not going to train Sloane in a day or even a week. She's small, so right there she's disadvantaged against at least more than half of the camp. But she knows her powers, so she just needs to learn how to use them to do the fighting for her. But her power is control over another person. It's no small power. It has... endless uses in a fight. You probably know the folks around here better than me. I think I dropped out of school before I learned anything about mythology. You're more experienced in this area..."

“Liam..” Trinity began to speak, but was cut off.

"She just needs to stop being afraid to do what she has to do. She has no confidence." A lump instantly grew in Sloane's throat as her gaze fell to the ground. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other as she tried not to show her discomfort. It was the truth, she could not deny that. But it still hurt. The words cut deep and it took all she had not to just walk away. "You can teach someone to fight... but that won't mean anything if... you know..." What made it all worse was he spoke to Trinity... Like she wasn't even there. So, rather than be offended, she acted exactly like he did... Like she wasn't even there.

“Right,” Trinity replied briefly.

Sloane didn't move from where she stood, nor look up at Liam as he stepped up to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Just tell yourself that today is the day you're not going to take any more shit. You got this."

She listened to his words but once he finished, Sloane shrugged his hand off her shoulder. "I know," was all she said in response, walking away from him and heading out into the clearing.

After Liam left them to take a seat on the log, Trinity joined her. “Size doesn't matter,” she added lowly, concluding the previous discussion. It wasn't much, but it was enough to make Sloane smile and remove a little of the chip on her shoulder that Liam, so kindly, put there.

“I guess I'll be guinea pig then.” Trinity clapped and moved in front of her. “Some of us have reflexive powers, but I need to know you're in control of yours.”

"I can control them," Sloane said in a factual way. This she knew for certain. She learned to do this years ago with her mother's aid and used this to refrain from using her powers all together. But she understood Trinity's concern and would not question it.

Then, quickly without warning, Trinity's hand reached out and grabbed her shoulder. Sloane was practically trained not to fight back or flinch whenever Sylas lashed out. So, contrary to what most might think, she didn't flinch nor blink. Her brow's furrowed as her gaze fell to Trinity's hand. It took a second or two before she realized what the blonde was trying to do. "I've uh... gotten used to it. Sorry... You want me to dodge or... something?" she asked rhetorically and then smacked the hand away.

It seemed the moment she pushed Trinity's hand away another came back faster. Sloane faltered a lot in the beginning, her reactions were delayed or she barely used any effort to push the girl away, not wishing to hurt her or be too forceful. But it seemed like the more she did that, the harder and faster Trinity went. It pushed her. Until it was almost subconscious to shove the hand away, not particularly worrying about how hard she went. Her form was not good and it would, by no means, block a real hit. But she wasn't standing still like a punching bag waiting for her punishment.

“Perfect.” The pace got faster. Trinity no longer withheld her hits. There were going to be bruises in the morning, Sloane was sure of that. But she tried to match the pace. Sometimes she missed, but sometimes she actually deflected. Then things shifted and before she knew it, Trinity's leg was behind her, knocking her off balance. Sloane stumbled backwards, but not for long before the blonde was behind her with an arm around her neck. She was standing on her tip toes, barely, without a clue how to get out of the hold. Part of her didn't want to hurt her, but this was all a test.

Sloane contemplated kicking Trinity in the knee or biting her arm, but before she could do either, she spoke to her lowly so that only she could hear. “Do you trust him?”

She hesitated for a moment, trying to figure out who Trinity meant. But then her gaze fell on Liam. Sloane swallowed before answering. "Yes..." She said quietly. His bedside manner needed some work... a lot of work. But even though she hadn't known him for long, he meant well. If he didn't, he wouldn't have gone to Trinity for help. And maybe that womanizing part of him was doing it hoping it would get him laid, but he was still helping her. Although something in her gut told her, that that wasn't it. Maybe part of it was her projecting her own emotions on him. But she didn't have time to think about that, not at that moment.

She shook off the thoughts after Trinity released her from the hold. Sloane sighed softly as she brushed loose hairs behind her ears. “Liam, your turn.”

"Wait, what?" Sloane quickly pivoted, looking towards a retreating Trinity. That was barely enough practice for her to be ready to go against... well, anyone, let alone a man over twice her size who could break her with a sneeze. She didn't argue. But she didn't like it. Instead she remained where she stood, twiddling her fingers, trying not to look nervous.




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Mason seemed to have zero problems with going to get her food and clothes, which only made Andy feel worse. Knowing him, he blamed himself. She was in the closet with him and he was the one who had bad blood with Alex... worse than her own anyway. But there was nothing she could do to stop him. A strange foreign feeling she didn't enjoy. Useless.

"I'll be quick. What do you want?"

Andy hated being the person who abused a gift and at that point, she could eat anything. "Just something... bread. Toast, bagel, whatever. And a piece of fruit." To be honest, she listed off the first things she could think of. Something quick that he could grab, because she didn't want to be alone in that place any longer than she had to.

By herself, she sat there in silence. Andy combed her memory of what happened the day before. Part of her ached, not from the lightning, but from before. She had no idea where all her indecisive feelings came from. They seemed to appear almost over night. When you're in love, you weren't supposed to have feelings for someone else. But there it was. She felt guilty about it. Mason was there for her, always. No matter if they were just fighting or vowed to never speak again. If she needed him he was there. He always put her first. And to Ajax she was first... After Alex.

Andy never blamed him for that. Alex was family and she was just... some girl. But it seemed like each time it happened, it hit a little deeper. She thought maybe, this would be the difference. If it wasn't murder, then his sister nearly killing her would be the one time she'd come first. But still... he wasn't there. Worst of all, she found herself staring at the entrance, hoping that Ajax would come through. That he'd prove her wrong.

Her lips clenched as she tried to sniff back the tear that ran down her cheek. Luckily, she managed to wipe it away just as Mason came walking back in with a bag and food in tow. "Hey. How'd I do?"

Andy smiled, trying not to sniffle. "It looks great. Thank you."

He set down the bag and food before coming to her side. "Come on, sit up." He offered her his arm for support, which she used but her movements were slow. So, rather than letting her suffer through it, Mason lightly wrapped his arm around her. She rested her chin on his shoulder as he lifted her in a gentle hug to help her sit up. Andy quickly blinked back the tears and took a deep breath while her face was hidden, trying to keep her emotions in check. Then by the time he pulled away she was smiling once again. "Good girl."

Afterwards, Mason even moved the tray over to her so she could eat. Andy rested her hand on top of his while he still held the tray before he could withdraw. "Thank you for being here." She had already said it before and she was probably going to say fifty more times before she got out of the infirmary. His support meant more than words could say and if the only way she could show it was by saying 'thank you' too many times, then so be it.

Before her was a bagel and an apple, which Andy was all to happy to dig into. A few bites in, she held out the other half of the bagel to him. "Here... I won't take no for an answer." She waited there with her arm outstretched until he took it, which was quite a feat considering how sore she was. But she was stubborn. Mason knew that. She also made sure that every other bite of her apple she passed it off to him. Regardless if he admitted it or not, he also needed to it. Andy wouldn't have him withering away while he nursed her back to health.

Once she was done, Mason seemed to grow nervous as he reached down and picked up the bag. "I thought it was better to get fresh...everything. I tried to get clothes that weren't too clingy but they all looked the same to me. I can get some staff to help you get changed or find Trinity?"

Andy opened the bag and sifted through what he brought. When she came upon undergarments, her cheeks instantly flushed. She swallowed and took a deep breath before looking up at him and smiling. "It's perfect. I'll be ok. I need to try doing it on my own." She was determined not to be entirely useless. Even if she spent all her energy just changing. But this was something she had to. At least, try on her own.

She pulled out the baggiest clothes she could find and laid them on the bed beside her. Andy slowly and carefully draped her legs over the edge of the bed one at a time. She felt like she was moving slow as the grave, but she was doing it. Once there, she paused for a moment to take a breath then grabbed the sweatpants. Luckily, a hospital gown made it easy for her to pull them on to her thighs. She then, cautiously stepped off the bed. For a moment she lost her balance, grabbing Mason's arm for stability.

She stood there for a moment or two until the room stopped spinning. "It's ok. I got it," she quickly reassured him before she let go. It took a little work and wiggle but she managed to get the pants on. Andy turned her back to Mason before she tried to reach behind her back and untie the gown. Her hand could barely reach up to her hip before she got a sharp pain in her ribs. She took a deep breath and tried again with her other arm to no avail. "Dammit," she cursed under her breath. For a long moment, she stood there with her face in the palm of her hand trying not to have a melt down about not being able to take off a damn gown.

Her face quickly grew red. She knew what she had to ask but was too embarrassed to speak up. It took her a couple minutes to finally open her mouth and speak. "Can you untie this... please?" she asked quietly, unable to look back at him.

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Listen, the guy isn't going to earn the Man of the Year award, so the fact that he downright likely insulted, degraded, or what have you, Sloane in the presence of others wasn't something that he was capable of being aware of. Even with the girl he liked he couldn't muster a good white lie. Why sugar coat things? The man's love is tough, and that's just that. Take it or leave it. At the same time, for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to say it to her face. Maybe some part of him was beginning to develop empathy afterall. His ability to fuck up in words and action is just something that comes second-nature to him, so he's learned to ignore the signs of people's irritation. Or just got used to them? He doesn't know.

Regardless, he was drawn into the very perplexing conversation of women with Wes. His expression was probably priceless, and he didn't have any words to counter. Why did women have to be so damn confusing? He never understood why anyone would say one thing when they meant something else, and he is left kind of wondering if he was really an asshole, or if women were just too finicky. Nah, he's a dick.

As Wes departs with Alex to have whatever kind of conversation they'd have, his eyes moved toward Sloane and Trinity. The man tried to hide some of his winces, a bit scared that Trinity might accidentally hurt the meek female. He leaned forward, one hand balled up into a fist and against his other palm, elbow pinned to thighs that were spread apart. There was a point where he felt like Sloane might be holding back, and he watched as Trinity pressed here more and more. It took all his mental strength to not yell at Sloane in that overbearing coach kind of way because that would further paint him in a bad light.

He got really caught up in the whole exchange, which led him down the dark valley of this own thoughts. He was staring but not really attentive to what was going on anymore. For a few minutes, or however long it was from the moment Wes left him to the moment in which Trinity was pulling him away from the dark well of his thoughts, it had been quiet. Liam loathed the silent moments because he had a lot of thoughts that liked to plague him.

He's also still trying to process Wes' advice, which is not easy for a man like him to hear or decipher.

“Liam, your turn,” a voice slipped into his mind like a distant echo, and even though he was staring straight at the blonde, it took more than a few seconds to react; much less respond.

He placed his palms onto his thighs, pushed his tall broad figure to his feet, and traversed the short distance between him and a rather intimidated Sloane. See, Liam still had rules in life and one of them did include not hitting females. Well, there was those moments with his mother, when he was in a rage over his father's death. So, as he stares down at this female before him, he is uncharacteristically quiet. His teeth clenched together which pulsed the muscles of his jaw, and he closed his eyes to draw in a deep breath.

He wasn't going to hurt her like he did his mother. He was, at the very least, better than that now. Sloane didn't piss him off. Then again, neither did his mother. She was just a victim of this strange innate and uncontrollable rage. Still, he's better than that than he was years ago.

He hopes.

It was time to put emotions aside and do what needs to be done. That's what an Ares child does. That's what Ares does. Love him or hate him, he always gets the hard jobs done regardless of how others feel about his actions. It can be said that Liam is very much the same, and teaching Sloane was a chore; not because of who she is, but because he really didn't want to be the one doing it. The physical part. It freaked him out.

He breathed in through his nose and out, and his eyes remained closed for moments longer. Something began to feel different. Off. His aloof air started to churn and something darker leaked rapidly from his core. It's an emotion so powerful that one could feel it creeping upon their flesh like tiny gooseflesh and bristling the hairs on the backs of their necks. His breathing becomes labored, and veins that were not initially raised did so. Sloane, being closest to him, would feel it strongest. It would likely ignite her fight or flight instincts.

It's rage. Pure, uncensored, surprising, scary rage. Yet, it was not his.

"Don't run," he states. Actually, that's putting it lightly. It's a gruff demand as the metaphorical tendrils of this emotion slither toward her and seemingly encompass her. That is - if she chose to stay anyway. It would only take a small taste of his power to conjure up the moments in her life when she felt scared, but also... angry. Resentful, maybe. It didn't matter if it was because of him, her brother, or whatever else. It only mattered that these emotions do exist and that they are powerful, and that in moments of her life, rage might have been cleverly disguised as helplessness. These moments, if they existed and however many there were, would swiftly flood Sloane.

He could do this because this is a controlled environment. Trinity could reel him in if he took it too far, and the possibility was there. It's always there with an Ares child. They tend to hurt the people they care about the most.

"Look at yourself," he issued another demand, this time Liam watched her. "Look at all the ways you've made yourself a victim. You. Not your brother, not me. You make yourself weak. No one else can do that for you. Who are you, Sloane? Is this the real you? Is this how you're going to live the rest of your life?" He stepped toward her slowly, and if she hasn't run away or completely shut down his power somehow, the way his manipulations penetrated her only dug in more deeply and harshly.

So, he's probably going to be sleeping alone in his cabin tonight, but if he gets through to her then he'll just have to deal with it.

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When his words revealed he was alone, traces of playfulness, taunting, all of it dissipated. A valuable little slice of information but also...sad. Independence was fine but to be truly alone was a great pity and morphed a person. Evelyn didn't want to offer too much sympathy, nor appear too off-guard and there were still many things to learn, so she found her ability to press on until they resumed their usual way.

She stiffened and barely masked a gasp of surprise as Sylas appeared behind her soundless. His chest touched her back and fingers slid to her hips. “You want a confession?”

She didn't reply, only remained frozen in place, somewhere torn between anxious and excited about what would follow. He knew what she wanted. One of his hands travelled up her arm to the cup the side of her neck. She swallowed a newfound lump in her throat and for a second, she closed her eyes almost surrendering to his touch. “I'm dangerous. And you should stay far from me.”

Her brows drew together and she forced herself to stop melting into him. She didn't try to escape his hold or the non-existent space between them. It wasn't a shocking revelation as such. Somewhere she knew Sylas's potential was always dangerous but the fact he had to give her that reminder proved how over her head she was. “I know,” she whispered, more to herself than him. She should have run for the hills. Let him find some other person to seduce and allure.

He gently turned her around and Evelyn met his eyes straight away. “When I'm around you, I lose reason... Your presence is intoxicating.”

It was hard to look somewhere else within reason, but that didn't stop Evelyn from turning her head away. She needed to slip away or at least into the public eye again where she could find her own reason and sense. Fine, a confession for a confession and she'd hate herself later for it. “I'm uninhibited around you. It's thrilling and I feel insatiable and vigorous.” Altogether he was an addictive and intoxicating blend himself and part of that were due to the darkness and danger he posed.

She found the courage to gaze up at him again. “You’re forbidden desires wrapped in one package. I should stay away....I should,” she whispered. Yet, one arm slid to the back of his neck and her fingers played through his hair. Evelyn raised to her tiptoes while pulling him towards her slightly. Don't! The sharp order from the rational part of her brain caused her to pause painfully close to getting what she wanted. Evelyn sighed out and shrank back down to original height, replacing her hand to lightly press on his chest, asking for space.

“Let me summarise this. You so charmingly implied you may want me to stay, but you admit you are dangerous, and I should do the exact opposite. You can see how that's rather cruel of you.” Not to mention him trapping her between his body and the counter didn't leave her much room to escape. What they wanted and what was best for her were two very different things, but it was on her to look after her own welfare.

She looked him over, her eyes all but devouring him. “You are wickedly tempting. But you already know that don’t you?” she arched a brow and smirked slightly. “Now, unless you plan on keeping us cooped up all day, I’m going to go fulfil other basic needs. And you should put on some clothes before there’s a chance of burning more daylight.” Once was enough, there was a whole expression about being fooled twice. Evelyn brushed by him letting her palm drift along his stomach as she passed. A little last touch for the devil in her.

Finally, she reached the door where safety was on the other side.“Thank you again for...everything.” A degree of power may have been forfeited to him during their time, but it didn't make it any less good for her to unwind. Plus, she obtained his warning and admittance that he's alone.

Evelyn opened the door enough for her frame to get by. “I'll see you around, Sylas.” She smiled at him over her shoulder and closed the door behind herself. The camp was large but there was no denying the likelihood of other encounters. Even when she wisened up and tried to avoid him.

Once outside, alleviation came. Along with some sense knocked into her harder than she'd like. Evelyn peeled off her cardigan to relieve her of the temperature and nerves that had kept climbing in the son of Eris presence. She knew Sylas was bad news. It's not like she fully fell for the belief that he was harmless and now there was no room for delusion. She sighed out and rubbed her neck. “Idiot,” she muttered.

Almost absently, Evelyn was able to travel to the hall, make herself a single slice of toast and sink into a chair. Beyond that she didn't touch her food, only stared off vacantly.



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Trinity jumped a little when of all things a kiss was placed on her head, mid-training. She watched Wes for a moment or two then decided to join him since Liam tag-teamed in. She had a thought to ask what Alex wanted but she knew how it’d come out…all accusing and nosey. She sighed out instead watching her brother interact and train with Sloane. “Isn’t this nice? Demigods training to fight and defend themselves with powers.” No doubt he got the hint she was dropping, subtle as ever. She turned to him, grabbing his hand tightly. “Lie to me at least and tell me you’ll use your abilities on threats.” She was begging him beyond what he could comprehend. If Sloane could make people battle and fight for her then that meant her counterpart could do it too. She wanted Wes to be predator before he became prey and if he only used his abilities she wouldn't have to worry about him. He could get away from situations unscathed. His application could be amazing.

As usual, Trinity was the one that couldn’t let it go. But not in her usual pestering way. “Since we’re here how about you teach me something. Anything,” she said looking him over and smiled. Since they were so opposite, he must have had something worthy of note. Some nifty talent to share. An aspect of combat to consider or something non-combat-related. Trinity was open to most experiences.

“You could probably teach Sloane a thing or two. Liam reckons she needs confidence and I feel like you'd be good at drawing that out of her.” Whether it was through conversation or quickly learning her area of strength. Wesley was good at people. Though paying a glance back at the training pair, she became glued to the scene and slightly worried. Initially about her brother’s methods and the anger exuding from him, him going too far but if Sloane felt threatened and pissed and could mind warp him…or even hit him… Part of it would be comical to see but how Liam responded was anyone’s bet. She couldn’t interfere preemptively though, only trust him for now and wait for things to unfold.

Then the girly thoughts entered. Sloane literally told Trinity she trusted him - and yes Trinity got her brother's angle, they needed to see something more from Sloane, no more pulling back and timidness - evidence that she would defend herself as seen fit. But when a man of his stature was looming over her and turning into rage, and counted as a friend over foe... That trust just might be put into question. Sylas hits her, she gets fearful, and Liam now looks like he could finish her with a simple swat. She felt for the girl but knew this extra push might be for her own good.

Trinity pulled their joined hands onto her lap, looking for a mild distraction. She cleared her throat. “You know your other friend suggested I help her with her own emotions? Umm, Iliana. I think you should start offering your service as a counsellor or trainer so people know you're the productive one.” Because the daughter of Ares sure as hell wasn't the best choice for these kinds of scenarios.

There was no dodging the real anxiety in front of them however and she couldn't have been the only uneasy one. “What do you think of this? Who are you taking if things go south?” She nodded towards Liam and Sloane. Because while it wasn't ideal, she may have to follow big brother's footsteps on this one to get something out of Wes.

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Wes wasn't sitting alone for long before Trinity passed Sloane off to Liam and decided to sit beside him. "Isn’t this nice? Demigods training to fight and defend themselves with powers."

He let out a soft sigh, with an eye roll, even though he still had a smile on his face. "You know, you're not subtle."

Trinity didn't seem to be letting the conversation end there. She turned around and took ahold of his hand, gripping it tightly. "Lie to me at least and tell me you’ll use your abilities on threats."

He knew she was just worried about his well being in the face of imminent danger. The last time they were in a battle for their lives he lost an arm, and he could tell she was worried he'd lose more... like his life. "I used them during capture the flag on that hellhound didn't I?" It wasn't the answer she was looking for, but it was something. He recalled using his abilities during the last battle as well. Although not much. Trin wanted him to be a warrior... but he just wasn't.

"Since we’re here how about you teach me something. Anything," she said with a smile.

Wes sighed, running his fingers through his hair. Being put on the spot and told to teach someone something is like being asked to tell someone about yourself. Where the hell do you start? It usually just leaves the person blank with no idea what to say. And that's where he was. "Hell, I have no idea. I could teach you how to introduce yourself in French. But it's nothing spectacular or helpful."

"You could probably teach Sloane a thing or two. Liam reckons she needs confidence and I feel like you'd be good at drawing that out of her." Jesus she was determined that day. It wasn't a new conversation. Hell, Trin has been trying to convince Wes to use his powers for over a year now. He admired her determination, but he didn't like messing with people's free will. He wasn't gifted with the ability to manipulate water or fire... but people. And that didn't sit right with him.

"Liam doesn't know the first thing about reading people." Wes laughed weakly. "I don't think her confidence is the problem... She's scared. I can feel it when I'm around her." He shrugged his shoulders slightly.

For a long moment, Trinity's gaze shifted to the training. Wes on the other hand was trying not the pay attention to it, but as he heard the harsh words Liam said toward Sloane, he winced. There was nothing more frustrating then people trying to force you to fight back. He knew that struggle all to well. The blonde beside him often trying to insight that in him. But Liam was making it personal. He supposedly cared for this girl, from what Wes could tell, yet the way he spoke to her. The idiot might have gone three steps forward defending Sloane from her brother, but talking to a women you care about like that would send him four steps back. It wasn't a pretty sight.

Trinity took their joined hands and brought them into her lap. But it was when she cleared her throat that he looked over at her. "You know your other friend suggested I help her with her own emotions? Umm, Iliana. I think you should start offering your service as a counsellor or trainer so people know you're the productive one."

"I don't know if I'm the one people should look to for guidance when it comes to controlling their emotions. Sure, I can tell people how to talk to a girl... or not too, in Liam's case. But, I don't have control over my emotions. Maybe hide them better than some on occasion. But... I don't know if it's possible to control emotions. Powers aside. We feel what we feel. Good or bad."

But the topic didn't keep their attention for long. They were both looking back to the training in front of them. It was uncomfortable. "What do you think of this? Who are you taking if things go south?"

Wes sighed. "I think your brother doesn't have a clue how to talk to women." Wes laughed slightly, but it was a serious conversation. If this went south quickly, they'd both have to be ready to act. "Liam, probably. He's stronger than me, but if I could get a hand on him I could calm him down."




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Sylas watched as Evelyn struggled between him and the counter. Not to break free, but it was like she was trying with everything in her power not to look at him. "I'm uninhibited around you. It's thrilling and I feel insatiable and vigorous." He liked the sound of that. It nearly made him smirk, before he caught himself. There was a 'but' coming. There always was. "You’re forbidden desires wrapped in one package. I should stay away....I should."

Her words said she should. Yet, her hand found its way to the back of his neck, playing with his hair. Evelyn shifted up to her tiptoes, bringing her closer while she pulled him down toward her slightly. But then she froze. "You should," he said quietly in agreement as his hands fell from her sides.

Evelyn's hands still rested on his chest, but not in an affectionate way, instead requiring space. Sylas didn't argue and took a step back. "Let me summarise this. You so charmingly implied you may want me to stay, but you admit you are dangerous, and I should do the exact opposite. You can see how that's rather cruel of you."

"Yes. It is," he agreed as he looked down at her. She was not wrong and in this brief moment of truth, he would not argue it.

"You are wickedly tempting. But you already know that don’t you?" And then she smirked, raising a brow.

Sylas couldn't help but chuckle softly. "I've heard rumor."

"Now, unless you plan on keeping us cooped up all day, I’m going to go fulfill other basic needs. And you should put on some clothes before there’s a chance of burning more daylight."

He would have been happy spending the entire day in bed, but he wouldn't argue. Sylas stepped aside and let her pass, although he smirked, just slightly, at her hand that lingered upon his stomach. He watched her head toward the door, but didn't follow.

Evelyn stopped just before she exited and looked back to him. "Thank you again for...everything."

Sylas nodded his head as he lightly crossed his arms over his chest. "Any time." And he meant it.

Once she opened the door, Evelyn said her fair wells and closed the door behind her, leaving Sylas standing half naked, staring at the exit. He waited there for a moment or two longer, in case she changed her mind and came back in. But when he realized she wasn't returning, he sighed and finally decided to move. He made his way back to his bedroom where he let his gaze linger on the disheveled bed for a moment, before he stripped out of his clothing and wondered into the shower.




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Sloane stood there, like a spectacle, waiting as Liam slowly made his way over to her. She didn't like being the center of attention. And with him standing before her like an oppressive giant, she found herself feeling smaller than she has before. He didn't say anything. So, she neither did she.

Then it seemed like everything got quieter. Liam began to breathe heavily as the air around him grew heavy. It was like all the hairs on the back of her neck raised and a cold chill ran down her back. But Sloane's gaze couldn't leave Liam. She just stood there in silence and watched him change before her. He was panting, his chest raising and falling with labored breaths. The veins protruded from his arms and neck.

It was a strong wave that slammed into her like a tsunami. It made her want to retreat. And she thought about it until Liam spoke. "Don't run," he said almost robotically.

Sloane could feel his tendrils trying to worm their way into her mind. Maybe if her constitution was weaker. If she couldn't control emotions or manipulate others with her powers it might have effected her more. Perhaps even caused memories and visions of the past to flood into her mind. It was like something inside her was scratching at the walls, trying to get out. It was fighting to make her scared or angry, perhaps both. It was a strong sensation. Her breathing grew heavier as she tried to keep it at bay and remain calm.

"Look at yourself," he demanded of her. Liam's voice was cold and harsh. The words were sharp enough to make her double take and snap out of whatever magical hold he had on her. "Look at all the ways you've made yourself a victim. You. Not your brother, not me. You make yourself weak. No one else can do that for you. Who are you, Sloane? Is this the real you? Is this how you're going to live the rest of your life?"

It wasn't the air the spun around them that churned her stomach. It was his words. Sloane's nostrils flared as she clenched her jaw. Her gaze drifted over to a spot on the floor as she tried to remain calm. Why did it always seem that someone like Liam could do the right thing one moment, and negate it all with thoughtless words that flood out of his mouth like poison the next. It was like one moment, he wanted her there and to help. Then the next he saw her as a sheepish burden. Some damsel that needed saving and no idea what she had gotten herself into.

She had enough.

"You have no idea what you're talking about!" Her voice wasn't quiet and timid, but forceful and demanded to be heard. Sloane shoved her hands into Liam's chest, and while that normally wouldn't have made him budge, the powers in her demanded he stumble back when she pushed him. "I didn't make myself the victim. You did!" She shoved him again. Her abilities only getting more powerful, forcing him to stumble back again.

"I had everything under control before you came around and made it your problem!" She pushed him again. To those who watched it must have been strange seeing someone so small knock Liam back with every push. "I knew how he was! And rather than letting him take his sickness out on others, I let him take out his anger on me! Letting him hurt me, kept everyone else safe. But you didn't see that. You didn't ask about my side of the story."

Sloane took a step toward him and jabbed his chest with her index finger. "I wasn't scared until you came crashing into my life!" The poke wasn't intended to make him stumble back, but her powers were already coursing through her and it wasn't going to calm down anytime soon. "Because now, I don't have it under control. It isn't about me anymore. You brought yourself into this mess... Along with your sister, Wes, even Andy. Every single person you've opened your big mouth too is now in danger because you put your nose somewhere it didn't belong."

She looked like she was on the edge of tears. Not sadness, but angry tears. "I bore his anger so no one else would have to!" This time when she pushed him, all that pent up anger and the powers that tingled at her fingertips transferred over to Liam, telling him to stumble backwards until he falls upon the ground. Sloane moved to stand over him. "I am not a victim. And I'm am not weak."

After a second or two of looking down at him, Sloane stepped over Liam and walked for the edge of the woods. "Don't follow me," she said back toward him before she disappeared into the trees. She had no destination in sight, just the desire to get away. She felt like she was suffocating when she was around him, and with every step away she took it was like she could finally breathe.

This was one of those moments Sloane wished she had her own cabin. Not Sylas's and not Liam's. Somewhere she could go that was hers, where she could be alone. Instead, she continued to walk through the woods, going wherever her feet lead her. After a couple minutes of walking, the dirt beneath her shoes turned to sand and she stepped out onto the beach. When that ocean breeze hit her, she was overwhelmed with all the stirring emotions and just stumbled to her hands and knees.

She remained like that until she managed to catch her breath. Once she did, Sloane let herself shift back until she was kneeling, her weight resting back on her shins and feet. As she ran her hands back through her hair, she noticed far on the other end of the beach were two others. She was too far away to tell who they were and hopefully, that was far enough for them to leave her alone. Sloane slowly moved her feet out from under her and laid back in the warm sand.




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"Sure." As Mason approached, Andy tried her best to move her hair out of the way. She stood as still as she could manage as he untied the strings of the gown. At one point his breath brushed her shoulder sending a chill down her spine. It made her nervous how close he stood. Not in a bad way, but it was different than all the other times they stood close before.

"Did...I...." Mason begin to say. She slowly looked back over her shoulder at him, being sure to hold the gown against her chest. Andy waited, patiently, to hear what he was going to ask. But he said nothing. She sighed softly as she turned back around, leaving her back to Mason. She set down the gown on an empty chair, then carefully slipped into a zip up hoodie. It was the easiest thing she could manage to put on.

"I've never seen you fight like that before," he said instead.

Andy sighed softly before she sat back down on the hospital bed, even managing to cross her legs under her Indian style. "She blames me for breaking her brother's heart. Like our relationship failed because of me, and Ajax had no part in it." She gave a small shrug. The best she could manage. "And I was tired of her blaming you... for everything, while no one ever holds her accountable for her actions." She slowly looked up to meet his gaze. "So... I did."

She rubbed her side and laughed weakly. "I'm not scared of Alex. I might not be able to control lightning, but I'm just as powerful as her, in ways that she couldn't imagine." Andy looked down at the blankets beneath her. Her fingers idly picking at the threads. "But I fight fair... And she doesn't. She shook her head with a defeated smile. "I should have broken her arm when I had the chance." Not that she would have. It might have felt good. But she was more proud of herself for being the bigger person and walking away. Even if it ended badly.

"We never really got to talk much after that whole bullsh-...the trial. After Alex's trial. What I said to you was crap. I'm sorry I said what I said and how I spoke to you. I meant the whole Jennova and looking into your memories thing but... With Hades gone, that leaves....a big role to fill. I'm not going now - especially not now but someday..."

Mason seemed to be at a loss for words, something Andy wasn't used to seeing. But she remained silent and waited for him to continue. "I know Hecate lives there too and she can manage things for a while but she doesn't deserve the duty to be thrown on her eternity. She didn't do anything wrong. I was thinking we could try make a device. Something that lets me travel freely between the Underworld and here because...I don't want to be there forever. Every second of every day and Gods are Gods. For all I know Zeus could seal me in there or Hades as some last trap sprung on me."

Her heart sank as he continued. She didn't like the thought of him leaving... again. Andy relied so heavily on Mason, probably too much. He was a rock in her life that she needed and the thought of him being out of reach saddened her. But she understood why he had to do it. Luckily, Hades wouldn't be there.

"Sorry. I know you have your own stuff to deal with. Just...wanted to come clean and wonder if that's something you'd be comfortable with doing when you've regained your strength."

"Don't apologize. I'm glad you told me. And you know I'd be happy to help you however I can." Andy's brows furrowed as she pondered the request. Instantly, a couple ideas came to mind. "We could always make some kind of beacon... A stationary object that you can travel to. Or, perhaps, items kind of like walkie talkies. They could allow travel between the two. So, the carriers could travel between the two with ease. Someone could travel to the Underworld to see you, or you could leave to go to them."

Andy didn't try to assume that Mason would want her to carry the other one. Perhaps he'd give it to Eve, or leave it somewhere hidden. But it was an option. And part of her liked the possibility of being able to travel to the Underworld to see him rather that waiting an indefinite amount of time for him to come see her.

"And for the record, I forgive you... for what you said before the trial. I..." Andy's voice trailed off as she tried to find the words. As she sat there her gaze fell to her hands. "I had no right to be jealous of Eve and lash out at you for it. It was selfish and rude."

She exhaled softly as she brushed loose hairs behind her ear. "I grew used to you being just mine. And... I don't like Eve, I don't. But, I had no right to get mad about it. Especially when you've watched me with Ajax for so long. I think... I think it made me realize how unhappy I was and I took it out on you when it isn't your fault. I haven't been fair to you." Andy inhaled sharply but couldn't look up. "If she makes you happy, then I won't make you choose between her and me."

It wasn't easy for her to say. Even as the word's left her lips, Andy's stomach churned at the thought. But she didn't have any right to be jealous over whomever Mason wanted. He wasn't hers. While the thought of it sat uneasily, in the end, she just wanted to see him happy. She couldn't recall the last time he seemed genuinely content. "I just want you to find happiness."

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ImageShe knew that Wes didn't like the idea of his friend leaving, but at least he understood that it could be for the best. There was no going back now, and at least there was more pros than cons to leaving. She'd get to spend time with her dad, and hopefully, do some deep soul searching.

After Wes had said what he needed to, he left to leave her with Iliana. The young girl was sweet enough to try and reach out to Alex, to show her sympathy for the troubles the daughter of Zeus was going through... but in honesty, Alex didn't really care at this point. Her mind was full of a war that she had slowly been losing since day one, but at least she wasn't alone. Others had their own problems, dealing with them how they deal with them. Alex couldn't. She had been strong for so long that it just caused her to break like a dam filled with water pressing against the fragile structure with all its might.

Beautiful, but destructive... those were the words anyone would describe her at this point.

"I don't remember" She told the girl. Alex wasn't herself that night. That, she knew for certain. "I just remember the people who were there at the party. Everyone was enjoying themselves the best they knew how, and that creepy guy...Sylas...he passed me at one point and then I just... got angry after seeing Mason enter the closet with Andy. That's all I know." Nothing really seemed odd, but it caused her to frown a little. "Lets just fact it... It was my fault. All of it is." She let out a sigh. "I hope you find peace with yourself soon..." Alex began to walk away, then stopped. She turned to Iliana, looking a little hesitant. "Thank you.... for, you know... trying to help." Alex then nodded with a slight smile before she began to walk away again, heading in the direction of her cabin.

Closing that door behind her, shutting out the entire world was a relief. Everything remained tranquil.

She took off her shoes and lay herself down onto her bed allowing her thoughts to pass through for seconds at a time.

She eventually opened her eyes, finding herself not in the cabin anymore, but in a dense forest.

She hadn't a clue why she was ever then, but when she was younger, there was a forest just like the one she was in now that had been close to their home in Nova Scotia; Canada. There, she'd pick flowers to take back home to her mother.

Alex remembered the place being calm. Spending time with Nature was like being cleansed with holy water. But that thought of peace soon became just a memory again as the forest began to feel... threatening and uneasy.

Image Alex didn't recognise them at first. They were carrying a gun as they made their way towards her. Everything in her told her to run, but she couldn't. She was rooted to the ground.

Vines wrapped around her legs which pulled her down to her knees. She looked up and found the guns barrel pointed at her head.

"Do it... I'm not afraid to die." The corners of her lips pulled up into slight smile as she waited. She blinked a couple of times as the clicking sound of the hammer was pulled back on the gun. This was it, this was relief she had been waiting for. She had accepted all the wrongs she had caused, and could now finally be free.

"You've always be afraid."

"Not anymore."

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"NO... Please, don't!" Alex begged "Kill me! kill me and be done with it. Just don't hurt anyone else." but it was no use, they just kept heading towards the camp until they disappeared down the hill. Nothing could be heard for a while, and Alex couldn't see anything either.

She tried to reach for the knife in her boot, but every time she moved, the vines wrapped even tigter. She could barely breath, but she managed to let out a bloodcurdling scream when she heard the gun shots.

She was still screaming when she shot up in bed.

Finally back in the real world which was still no better.

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Liam could tell quite quickly that his power was not behaving in that it should. Of course, he did not have a deep understanding of Sloane's abilities and how they might affect his own. Naturally. It was really his hapless luck, and he was going to be very sorry for it later. There was nothing he could do about it now, though. The words had already viciously departed, and they had been cruelly indiscriminate in choosing Sloane as their target. The deafening silence was thicker in the air than that of his power.

Until that once soft timbre of a voice had commanded his attentiveness, "You have no idea what you're talking about!" She'd be right. Now, he didn't know what he was talking about. Probably. He truly thought he had, but Liam's mind has always been a one-way track regarding this or that. Before a reply could leave his lips, petite palms pressed against the thick sinew of his chest and slender fingers emit a power that weaves powerfully into his mind. It was like a whisper, maybe. He could never be too sure, only that he could hear it in some odd way.

He stumbled back, and his expression bore a great amount of confusion. He felt no pain, no physical strength coming from the woman, but he still stumbled. "I didn't make myself the victim. You did!" He looked down at her and blinked, only to be shoved again.

And then again. And again. Her words reached his ears and he listened. Liam listened to the blame that she cast upon him for interfering - for doing what had only made sense to him. Nothing that she spoke made any sense to him because it was not the way he lived his life. Sloane was different, obviously, but she was... pathetic sounding. One might think that he should get pissed off or embarrassed that this small woman is pushing this bigger man around, but he wasn't upset about that. He's pissed off that the one good thing he's really done for someone is blowing up in his face.

Not this, of course - the Sylas incident. This was a bad idea. A really, really bad one because now they were just being cruel to each other. His words might have been like poison to her, but her own words became a hot conflagration that actually burned at him in ways that words typically wouldn't. It wasn't anger or resentment, rather he felt sorry for her. Sorry that she's been abused and suffering alone for gods know how long.

He let her speak as much as she needed to. If she wanted to continue to lash out on him, then that's what he'd allow. He had to because to strike back at her meant that he might go too far. Sloane's power pierced his mind and rippled through his body, and he ended up stumbling and tripping up until he had finally fallen onto his back.

"I am not a victim. And I'm am not weak," she looked down at him after she said that, and her usual soft-brown gaze was laced with bitterness and a threatening swell of tears behind it.

He sighed, his chest rising and falling heavily. "I would do it again, Sloane," Liam stated as a matter-of-fact, holding onto her gaze with his own. "I'll take the blame for your victimhood, too. If that makes you feel better."

After Sloane stepped over him and made sure to let him know not to follow, he rolled onto his stomach and then pushed himself up off of the ground. Large hands clapped over his attire, dusting off the debris on his pants. He didn't feel much like holding a conversation with anyone, and he certainly was going to give Sloane the space she required. He just... calmly slipped away from the area and left Wes and Trinity to do their talking thing. Whatever they did, he doesn't know. All he knew was that the training was over, but it wasn't entirely a bust.

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Whether it was some strange fate or by chance, Liam had ended up peering through that window and watching that toxic sibling interaction play before his eyes. The beast in him that hungered for a chance to strike couldn't shrink away from the opportunity, and the man in him couldn't just walk away and pretend that nothing happened. There had been no other logical choice in his mind, and anyone would agree with him.

Maybe he was wrong.

Liam eventually found himself sitting against a thick tree trunk quietly ruminating over his choices since he's been here. For the life of him, he can't understand how she could be so upset at him for doing something so basic. Sure, he was rather demanding that she come to his place that night, but it was for her own good. Right? Was he the selfish one? There were just... too many questions, and those questions delved into a deeper rabbit hole that he wasn't going to fit in anyway so he might as well as stop thinking.

He ran a hand down his face in a flustered motion then pinned the back of his head against the tree. He wasn't tired in the least bit, but he still felt a lot like closing his eyes. He drew his knees up a bit, placed his arms over them, and shut the world out so that he could take a nap, of sorts.

It's only been two days, but it really has felt like it's been so much longer than that. He knew that this stupid place wouldn't be a good fit for him. He's pretty sure that he is already regretting ninety percent of the choices he has made here, and for the length of time that he has been around - that was not a huge list.

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The first to speak was Cherise's friend, whom both boys had a hard time remember her name. Did she even introduce herself to them? Before either could ask though, the demigoddess left, leaving them with Cherise.

"I got my job in a while ago, thank the gods. It's starting to get a little warm."

The two nodded as she started cleaning the area up and mentioned breakfast before stating she hoped for a quiet breakfast. Heath nodded. He did catch the lie, but decided to not address it since Cherise must have her reasons. He would keep an eye on her though and if she lied again, he would bring it up.

"I come from a big family and I am lucky if I have a private breakfast. Then again since moving out on my own, most of my breakfasts have been quiet. But then Ethan here likes talk and fill in the silence."

Heath chuckled when he said that last line.

Ethan rolled his eyes and replied, "Are you saying I talk too much?"

"You are pretty loquacious my friend," Heath laughed.

"See what I have to put up with Cherise? He takes after his mother too much, he's too honest for his own good."

"Thank you, I am glad I am like my mother. Since I know when someone lies to me, it be hypocritical to lie myself," Heath replied, looking directly at Cherise when he said that.

While he wouldn't bring up her lie, he did want to remind her not to lie around him. When Cherise finished up, she debated on whether she should take a shower or not. She eventually decided she would go now and asked if they were coming. Both guys smelled themselves too.

"Unfortunately I do need a shower Cherise."

"Same here, but we'll meet up with you there in no time. Our cabin isn't too far from here."

With that the 2 left and soon arrived at their cabin before getting taking showers and getting changed. Leaving the cabin again, they head for where the food was and arrive to indeed see others there. Seeing that Iliana wasn't there, both wondered if she had already ate and just left. They get their own meals and sit down to eat.

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Even though Iliana was aware of when the others were doing, she kept her whole attention on Alex.

"I don't remember. I just remember the people who were there at the party. Everyone was enjoying themselves the best they knew how, and that creepy guy...Sylas...he passed me at one point and then I just... got angry after seeing Mason enter the closet with Andy. That's all I know."

Sylas's name caught Iliana's attention. Before she could think about it, Alex continued.

"Lets just face it... It was my fault. All of it is. I hope you find peace with yourself soon..."

Alex began to walk away, then stopped. She turned to Iliana, looking a little hesitant.

"Thank you.... for, you know... trying to help."

Iliana felt her defeated nature, a feeling she knew all too well. At least Alex hadn't been tortured like her, but any more drama and she might lose herself completely. The girl needed a break, that was for sure. As much as Iliana wanted to follow her, she knew when someone needed to be alone and the 2 were still strangers. Plus her attention was quickly diverted to Sloane's outburst. Spinning around, Iliana watch her shout at the big muscle guy.

"I didn't make myself the victim. You did!"

Puzzled, Iliana started listening in earnest.

"I wasn't scared until you came crashing into my life! Because now, I don't have it under control. It isn't about me anymore. You brought yourself into this mess... Along with your sister, Wes, even Andy. Every single person you've opened your big mouth too is now in danger because you put your nose somewhere it didn't belong."

Her words and anger penetrated Iliana's heart like spear, she felt the underlying fear too. Was she . . . talking about Sylas? Iliana tried to focus on just the words, while battling her own emotions, which were starting to rise again.

"I bore his anger so no one else would have to!"

With those words she caused the guy to tumble over before saying she wasn't a victim or weak. The angry woman walked away then, saying not to follow her. Iliana gasped and shuddered as she dropped to her knees, clasping her notebook to her chest. She was shaking and taking deep breaths as the wind picked up a bit. It took her several minutes, but the breathing helped her calm down, but now she was exhausted. She didn't even realize the big guy had left for when she looks up she only saw Wes and Trinity. The wind was still blowing, but it had calmed down slightly. Iliana got up and walked towards Trinity. Writing something down, she showed it to Trinity.

~Was she talking about Sylas? Has he hurt her? I did see that Sylas was hurt the other day. Did that big guy who was here do that to him, because Sylas hurt his sister? That big guy is your brother right? Sorry, what's his name?~

She didn't mean to ask so many questions, but she had so many of them.

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Koa was right behind Nelly as she greeted Daniel. He asked her new companion about her name. It definitely sounded like an islander name. Soon Daniel introduced himself as one of Hecate's kids. That had to have some perks. Suddenly Daniel asked if she and Koa were twins. Nelly burst out in laughter.

"What gave you that idea?! We look nothing alike! It would be cool if we were related though. I know my father isn't the 'steady' types when it comes to relationships, but neither is my mom. My mom loves her independence too much. My parents are on good terms though, so that's good. I actually never met my father or knew of my divine half until I was 10 right after I discovered I had a nut allergy. I have to tell you it was a relief to know why I was so fast or have a perfect visual memory."

Daniel then asked her about last night.

"I had a great time, despite how it ended. I don't think I did so well with that game though. I never played it before. It got pretty awkward between Sylas and I hehe. What was the purpose of it? I know you and Cherise were in there and ya'll looked pretty happy exiting. Maybe you can explain to me what was suppose to happen?"

Nelly laughed again when he asked if she had been to prison. She knew her father was called the God of Thieves from the time he 'borrowed' Apollo's herd.

"Not quite, but I have gotten speeding tickets hehe. I have a way of getting into trouble though. My mom says my middle name should have been Trouble hehe."

She was really enjoying Daniel's company, so much so she didn't pay attention to when others came into the hall. So when Daniel asked if they like to be training buddies, Nelly leaped at it.

"I don't know if I have friends yet since I just got here, but yeah I'd love to train with you. How often do they train us here?"

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There it was, a lesson without trying. Just his logic, his whole perceptiveness and mind was ten times better than the short-sighted Ares fools Liam and Trinity were. Although she might argue a bit about controlling emotions because there had to be some trick not to lash out at people because they irked you. Like Liv....she probably should have processed the words before seeing them as a threat. And like Alex and Ajax, actually, fuck them they deserved it. Alex for hurting her friend. Ajax for letting her walk on water.

But Wes had a different effect on her entirely. “You drive me crazy,” Trinity said. He was so stubborn and Mr. Right. Their peers and her didn't deserve his code of conduct.

"I think your brother doesn't have a clue how to talk to women." Wes laughed slightly and Trinity grunted in agreement. They were not a breed gifted with charm and thoughtfulness. "Liam, probably. He's stronger than me, but if I could get a hand on him I could calm him down."

Almost countering his point, Sloane hammered into Liam, but it wasn't the victim anger coming out it was another. One more directed right at Liam. Scratch the comical thought, there was nothing good about watching Liam get pushed repetitively. Trinity may have been concerned and got involved if he hadn't called it upon himself. When the tower was knocked over, she averted her eyes in a way to avoid bearing witness to it. More like playing ignorant and for her own sake and maybe Liam's.

Trinity busied herself fiddling with Wes's fingers until Sloane headed one way, and Liam another. Trinity rubbed her forehead.

On top of that, the wind started to pick up and a crackle and light shot down from the sky, pulling her out of her spell awfully quick. Her eyes fell on Wes questioningly as if he’d know what it was all about, but if it concerned her or was a message for everyone, she’d know. Some announcement would probably come their way.

“So do we….?” Trinity pointed in both directions where Sloane and Liam trailed off to. Whatever tension was there didn’t seem to end on a good note and she thought maybe one or both of them could use company even if they didn’t particularly want it. Honestly she wouldn’t know how to talk to either of them though. “Or do we - ”

Then she stopped thinking about them. Bugger them, and pestering Wes with insisting to train could wait, what about Andy! She leapt up from the log only to be stopped in her tracks by Iliana. Trinity pulled herself short of colliding with the girl as she scribbled something on her notebook. Trinity shifted foot to foot. Gods, she was a shit friend.

Was she talking about Sylas? Has he hurt her? I did see that Sylas was hurt the other day. Did that big guy who was here do that to him, because Sylas hurt his sister? That big guy is your brother right? Sorry, what's his name?~

Trinity's gaze shifted up to Iliana's face. It wasn't her information to reveal unfortunately, especially after Sloane's outburst. “His name's Liam and he is...capable of inflicting Sylas's injuries and worse.” Unlike fellow demigods Trinity wasn't gifted in speech and diversion, making her words come out with evident thought. But that didn't matter because Trinity wouldn't squeal, even on a ratbag like Sylas who deserved half the camp at his throat.

She sighed out placing her hands on Iliana's upper arms. “Look, the overall summary is Sylas is somebody you shouldn't be near if you can help it.” That’s the wisdom Liam departed on her anyway, not to let him get close and touch you.

“You told me at the fire, he scares you. So follow your instincts on that. Try tune into what people feel and pick friend or foe for yourself.” If Iliana truly wanted to know their deal, why not embrace her abilities, for better and worse. She would suggest asking Sloane herself but even Trinity bypassed that and she thought Sloane could use a breather.

“Don't do anything rash okay?” If Trinity got a majorly unhelpful answer like she just gave Iliana, she knew she'd confront a source. Well at least she hoped Iliana didn't do it alone if she was compelled to.

She spun on her heel and popped a quick and firm peck on Wes's lips. “I'm gonna hunt down Andy. I'll give you your clothes back later.” She put a hand on his arm. “And one day, I'll learn to be gentle.” She laughed to herself. Always, always rushing her kisses. And he was the damn son of Aphrodite so she really should work on it, less she suffer more comparison.

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It seemed all too quickly that the training went from bad to worse. Wes didn't know the girl had so much... angst in her. But it swiftly began to overflow. He could feel the thickness of it in the air. Her anger and sadness, but under that, almost hidden, he felt and overwhelming sense of fear and a little heart break. His brows furrowed as he leaned forward slightly. It might have looked like he was intently watching the fight, but rather it was a point in space to fix his gaze.

Everything Sloane felt was so strong and raw. Whatever Liam did elicited a reaction from her, but he doubted it was the one the Ares' son desired. Wes understood her struggle of hopelessness. It was easy being someone at camp who couldn't hold their own. Nearly everyone else there could do some serious damage, where it seemed himself and the quiet girl were in the minority. They were those who never wanted to use their powers and, unfortunately, had no physical prowess to protect themselves otherwise.

"I would do it again, Sloane." Good. For once the boy said the right thing. "I'll take the blame for your victimhood, too. If that makes you feel better." Wes inhaled sharply and looked down down at his hand, where Trinity's fingers mindlessly fiddled with his own. The pair split in opposite directions leaving him with his blonde sitting there in silence.

"So do we….?" Trinity pointed in the two different directions Sloane and Liam wondered off in. "Or do we - " Then it seemed another realization struck her as she jumped to her feet. Wes followed suit, both of them quickly stopped in their tracks when they were met with Iliana.

"Was she talking about Sylas? Has he hurt her? I did see that Sylas was hurt the other day. Did that big guy who was here do that to him, because Sylas hurt his sister? That big guy is your brother right? Sorry, what's his name?" As Wes read the quickly jotted questions, he felt the whiplash from the bombardment of questions almost like someone rattled them off to him without taking a breath.

"His name's Liam and he is...capable of inflicting Sylas's injuries and worse." Wes's face scrunched up slightly at the comment but said nothing. She got in the first word before him, so he simply stood there in silence while she finished before interjecting his own opinions. "Look, the overall summary is Sylas is somebody you shouldn't be near if you can help it. You told me at the fire, he scares you. So follow your instincts on that. Try tune into what people feel and pick friend or foe for yourself."

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

"Don't do anything rash okay?"

He sighed softly and shrugged his shoulders. "If you're desperate to know, you can ask Sloane. But I'd stay out of it if I were you."

When the pair had nothing else to say, Trinity turned to face Wes. She placed a quick and firm kiss on his lips. It happened so fast he barely had a chance to return the kiss before she pulled away. "I'm gonna hunt down Andy. I'll give you your clothes back later."

"It's fine. I have others," he smiled down at her. "I'll probably hunt down your brother."

Before they parted ways, Trinity put an hand on his arm. "And one day, I'll learn to be gentle."

Wes's smile only seemed to grow slightly at the comment. "I can wait." He managed to snag a quick kiss on her forehead before she hurried off to check on Andy, leaving Wes with Iliana.

"I'm going to go try to fix some of this. Try not to worry yourself over it. Be happy this mess doesn't involve you." Wes gave the girl a half smile before turning and walking in the general direction he saw Liam wonder off in.

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Wes had been walking through the woods for awhile. He wasn't much of a tracker and his sense of direction was utter shit. Anyone else could have probably found Liam within a couple of minutes while it took himself the better part of an hour. It was probably for the best. Gave the big boy some time to cool down and Wes sometime to figure out what exactly he would say.

His pace slowed down as he slowly approached Liam. Wes pointed at an empty spot at the base of a nearby tree. "Do you mind?" When he got no argument, he took a seat on the ground, leaning back against the trunk similar to his company.

There was a long silence. Wes wanted to get a feel for Liam's emotions to gauge what he should or should not say before just vomiting out bullshit the guy didn't want to hear. So, he waited a bit and was just there for him, in case he needed to get something off his chest. But when nothing was said for the better part of ten minutes, Wes sighed softly. "You know... She is grateful for what you did," he said while looking over at Liam.

"I think she's scared." Wes rested his forearms on knees and twiddled his thumbs as he searched for the right words. "Before it was just her. I'd imagine you get numb to that kind of life after awhile. But now... She has someone she cares about. That raises the stakes. Now it's bigger than her and she can't control it anymore." In what comparisons he drew between himself and Sloane, he saw the similarities. He imagined what she felt was something similar to what he felt in regards to Trinity.

"I think for the first time she feels helpless, and is terrified that something will happen to you." Wes turned his whole body to face Liam. "Since she's been at camp you are the only person I've seen her confide in and trust. And maybe it's hard for you to see. But I felt it, under all that anger she had."

Wes gave a weak smile. Liam might not know it, but he empathized with the son of Ares. Women were complicated and even with his powers he struggled with knowing the right thing to say or do all the time. "Maybe for a moment, you should imagine it's possible she worries about you just as much as you worry about her."




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Sloane slowly felt the wave of anger that overcame her fade away. It was strange. It wasn't as strong as the effects she's seen caused by her brother or even herself, but it was there. Like a subtle headache nagging at the back of her head. She didn't expect Liam's powers to have much of an effect on her but it did. Just enough. And once she came down from that, she wasn't able to hold back the tears anymore.

There were so many mixed emotions. She was ashamed of herself for letting Sylas treat her the way he did for so long, embarrassed because of her outburst, guilty for the shitty things she said to Liam, angry because some of the things she said were true, scared for her own well being and terrified for his. Her hands raised to cover her face as she tried to take deep breaths. She was happy to be alone, but a small part of her wished that Liam didn't listen and he followed her. But he took everything a little too literally for something like that.

He was so frustrating. How could someone being so caring and considerate on one hand, yet still be oblivious about how his words can come off hurtful? For only being at camp for a couple days, it was a whirlwind. Sloane was hoping to just blend in and go unnoticed and it seems like fate is trying to put her out there for the world to see. It was exhausting. Part of her was thankful to have someone she felt like she could trust, but at the same time she felt suffocated by all the lingering gazes of people who can't seem to mind their own business.

Sloane sighed as she ran her hands back through her hair and sat up. The hardest thing about fighting with Liam was now she really had no where to go for solace. All she wanted to do was curl up in bed, but she doesn't even have one. No matter how much she avoided it, she would have to face Liam. There was a good chance he was already back at the cabin, but perhaps he went somewhere else. Maybe, if she was lucky enough, she could get back before him and be 'asleep' to avoid one more confrontation.

She slowly stood up and decided to wonder back into the woods. Instead of heading straight back to the cabins, she instead began to wonder about figuring she'd arrive at the cabins whenever she is meant to. It seemed simple enough and less likely for her to be found. Unfortunately, Sloane didn't take into account the likelihood of her running into someone else.

As she continued deeper into the thicket of trees, managed to stumble upon a woman of in human like beauty accompanying a red headed demigoddess. In the girl's hands appeared to be a bird, although at Sloane's distance she could not tell if the creature was alive or not. By the time the two women came into view, it was too late for her to simply pivot and walk away, for she was equally as exposed.

Sloane cleared her throat, while brushing loose hairs back behind her ears. "I'm sorry. I was just wondering about and accidentally stumbled upon you both. I did not mean to interrupt."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~Where are they going?~

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

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

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Liam fell into a light nap. His wide back rested against the tree trunk, legs straight out but bent slightly, and arms crossed over the fall and heave of his chest where his chin was slightly touching. To an acute mind, or even an empathic Demigod, it was riddled with emotions in direct contradiction with one another. It needn’t be said what those emotions were, as they were all those conflicting feelings that came with the territory of being a dominant Ares child trying to sort out what to do with the submissive Sloane. It almost felt like pitting fire against a piece of paper - he knew that he would find some stupid way to burn her by what he said, did, probably even thought or imagined. Nothing about him could ever be harmless to anyone. It was completely his fault because he, alone, made his choices and his life. Blaming them on Ares was easy, but the truth was that everyone had the freedom to overcome that. It’s easier to say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree than make the hard decisions.

He stirred only at the sound of footsteps coming his way, and popped open a single eye to catch the glimpse of Wes coming to view in his peripheral. As the Aphrodite child sat, Liam’s eye closed again. Awake, but not looking at him. Maybe it was shame. Defeat. It was certainly something along those lines. The man wasn’t always the most empathic of the lot, but any guy could tell when he fucked up when it comes to women. There was just something innate about it. Maybe it was a sixth sense - the impending feeling of doom that comes with knowing that she would hold it in her mind forever.

“"You know... She is grateful for what you did,"” Wes informed him, and Liam wasn’t sure that he’s supposed to feel good about that. At first, he thought that was true. It probably was - is - but he let it all go to his head. He’s still a man, and deep down inside, he’s ingrained with a sense of protection over what was weaker in this world. Even animals do that. To him, love him or hate him, that’s how he felt about Sloane. She was weak, but he had only ever thought about physical strength. He had never considered her mental strength, and that’s where he messed up. He really didn’t understand that concept fully anyway - mental strength. Only physical strength has ever mattered to him. While Liam wouldn’t respond to Wes’ comment, the more empathic man would likely note the emotions that came with acknowledging, yet also being aware that he really, really couldn’t understand the concept of ‘grateful’. It was his duty. As a man. That might sound sexist and crazy, but that was Liam’s truth. No one had to tell him to do it, and no one had not thank him for it. He just did it because he is programmed that way.

After a few moments of silences, and Wes likely trying to sift through the emotions being thrown at him, Wes went on to explain, "I think she's scared. Before it was just her. I'd imagine you get numb to that kind of life after a while. But now... She has someone she cares about. That raises the stakes. Now it's bigger than her and she can't control it anymore. I think for the first time she feels helpless, and is terrified that something will happen to you. Since she's been at camp you are the only person I've seen her confide in and trust. And maybe it's hard for you to see. But I felt it, under all that anger she had. Maybe for a moment, you should imagine it's possible she worries about you just as much as you worry about her."

Sloane scared for him? Now, he knows that this wasn’t a laughing matter, but the notion that he had anything to fear from Sylas was funny. In this brief second, Wes might feel the light weight of laughter in the air, even if Liam was only slightly smirking at that particular comment. Everything that slipped past Wes’ lips defied understanding because, in Liam’s world, there was him and there were the weaklings. Of course, now there is also Trinity, but that’s another conversation for another time. For now, there is still him, and he is physically imposing, unconquerable, and no one has ever scared him. In fact, Liam can be so frightening that he scares himself, and that is the only reason he stays away from others. Maybe this is arrogance and a bit of a knee-slapper for others to fathom, but Liam genuinely believed this. It wasn’t absurd to him. He wasn’t just a talker. He knows himself inside and out.

But that was just it, wasn’t it? He only knows himself. To comprehend another person’s actions or thoughts was something he could not do. His view is akin to a horse with blinders, or like a young child that has yet to develop Theory of Mind. He believes people see what he sees or think how he thinks, and that’s that.

The silence persisted for a long, long time, and Wes might have almost given up on having any sort of conversation with the son of Ares. But Liam soon confessed the root of all of his problems in life, “I just don’t understand what it’s like to not be like me. I don’t get people that let things happen to them. Those things never mattered to me because I just let the world eat the weak as it’s supposed to do.” He opened his eyes to look at Wes, “Then there’s Sloane, and she’s different to me. I don’t know… why she’s different. I do, but I don’t - you know what I mean.” Then he held out his hands, both palms facing him and close together as if just staring at them as though they only brought discord, “But I don’t know what to do for her without making her feel indebted to me, angry, or whatever. I certainly don’t need her to be scared for me. I’m a big boy, I can handle myself.” His arms crossed back over his chest. No, he’s not even going to acknowledge that Sloane shoved him multiple times. Okay? That just hurts his pride.

“I guess you could say we’re one in the same. Our tiny worlds just opened up to something bigger. Who’d’a known?” He kind of laughed at the realization. It would probably be the first and last smart thing he’d say today.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

"You had one job," Trinity scolded Mason.

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

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

"Her cabin."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was silence again. Everything that came out of Wes’ mouth made Liam sick to his stomach. In fact, Wes could probably pick up on just how quickly the aloof air around him began to drift into potent anger. It was all he could do to stave off kicking the Aphrodite child in the face. All that he could hear were excuses after excuses attempting to disguise Sloane’s weakness as strength. No battered man or woman staying with their abuser is strong for not leaving. That’s just a really sick dependency, or some kind of weird self-esteem issue that the son of Ares could barely fathom.

Everything else that Wes said was heard, but he’d not respond to it right now. His teeth were clenched, the muscles in his jaw were pulsing. A vein or two nearly burst out of his forehead. As much as he tried to stay his physical aggression, it just came. It never fails to be aroused. He couldn’t help it. Liam didn’t truly want to hurt anyone while he was here (except for Sylas), but what Wes said irked him. Every word dripped with irritation that enticed the beast, and it reeled its head and showed its face as though there was nothing human to control it anymore. As if the only thought was painted in vivid red, and it was rage - anger, annoyance. To make things worse…

….It was absolutely enthralling.

He shifted quickly, lunging forward onto his knees to face Wes. Two large hands shoot out and grab at the collar of the man’s tank top, pulling him into the son of Ares to look that Beast dead in its eyes. Liam was there - he is always there - but this part of him was king at this very moment, and there was little that the man, himself, could do to hold it back. When he spoke, it was through gritted teeth - his lips curled in a near snarl as his breath was inches away from Wes’ face, "You call staying with your abuser strength? Mentally, physically, emotionally - that’s not strength. It’s weakness. We are our own people. We make our own choices. We don’t make choices because we fear what other people will do. Other people are not our responsibility." His grip became tighter, his knuckles paling as he continued. "She was strong the moment she left that fucking cabin - whether it was with me or without me. Leaving is the hardest part. That's when strength comes." He took in a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment.

"Men like me - like Sylas, we know that. We like women like Sloane - obedient, self-blaming, afraid that we might hurt someone else. That’s what we like." As he spoke, it was fairly obvious that he was speaking on experiences, perhaps even being in the same shoes as Sylas. Maybe not emotionally or mentally manipulative, but physically aggressive - taking what he wants from people that he could easily put in his place. Even battering women because - why not? They let him. So long as he never hurt anyone else. So long as maybe one day he’d change and not be that man. But men like him and Sylas? They never changed. Never.

It took a few moments, but he was able to calm the Beast down and settle. When he realized that he had the death grip on his half-sister’s boyfriend, he loosened his grip and withdrew completely. "Don’t say shit like that to Sloane. I don’t want her going back to him because she thinks she’s protecting anyone. I want her to stay away and live her own life. Sylas is his own person… she is not responsible for his actions." He flopped back down on the ground and threw his head back against the tree trunk with a heavy ‘thwap’. He went silent again and attempted to quell that hungry rage at the pit of his stomach.

Around that time, Rae and Sloane came about. He didn't bother to open his eyes when he heard his name, as his greatest weakness right now was rushing away from the scene leaving him to feel a hundred times worse than he did already. By this time, the air around him had settled to something less thickly laced with bitterness. It was calm again - like a storm that rushed in, tossed everything around, and then swiftly blew past to reveal a brightly shining sun. It came in quick, but the damage was already done. She'd likely only see what was left behind - whatever distress Wes must have felt, or the fact that Liam looked so damned defeated. Enough to be completely silent even as she called out his name.

"I don’t understand women, and I don’t care if I piss her off. I will always be honest with her and myself. That means that I will piss her off, and she’ll probably stomp off and go cry about it somewhere. But if she’s not with that brother of hers? I don’t care. I will figure it out as I go, but for now - my only worry is that she will go back, and if I have to be the asshole, I will be the asshole." His broad shoulders rolled in a shrug, and that was a concluding statement. An Ares child didn’t live to be told what to do and how to do it, and sometimes emotions had to be pushed aside for the better option. He could live with Sloane hating him, but he would make her crawl over his dead cold body before she went back to living the way she did.





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Naturally, Cherise tagged along with Daniel. She did ask for an explanation, so it would do her little good to deny him the opportunity. Honestly? She wasn’t that upset with him. Confused? Yes. Upset? She’s not all that sure.

When they came to a quiet clearing, perfectly sunlit and warming as the day progressed into the afternoon, she stood next to him and braced herself for the explanation. It would hopefully help clear things up so that she could focus on other things. Admittedly, she’s spent far too much of her time wondering about what the hell was going on, and what she may or may not have said or done in a whole twenty-four hours.

Then Daniel began to recount the story of what transpired here, and Cherise could tell that there was anxiety in his voice and written across his face. As he unpeeled his shirt from his torso and displayed his scars, she stepped in front of him and stood so that they were face-to-face. She unabashedly stepped forward, closing the distance between them as they had done once or twice before. Small curious fingers gently ran over a couple of them, but then he shifted and caused her to withdraw her touch. She listened with the calm sympathy of a friend until he revealed something that clearly took her aback.

That he had died. He had truly died. Wide-eyed, she looked up at him, and she was horrified by the thought of what she imagined death felt like - looked like, even. "You died?" There was shock in her soft, almost whispering, tone of voice. This wasn’t something that one heard everyday, and she certainly hadn’t been prepared for such a revelation. She stood there quietly and allowed him to continue with his confessions, glad that she wasn’t the root cause of his misunderstanding - yet also a little guilty for making him relive what she was certain must have been especially damaging to him. Usually people just died, they did not have to deal with the consequences of coming back. That, and she was new to camp - she was hardly as affected by this as others must have been. She wondered what his sister must have gone through, or even his friends. There was a lot to think about, but very little included herself.

There were so many pressing questions at the tip of her tongue, but none were appropriate. Cherise just did what Cherise does best. She smiled her brightest and warmest smile and then stepped into him, throwing her arms around him for a reassuring and hopefully sympathetic embrace. There were no words to say when someone tells you that they died. At least, there were no words that she could find at the moment. It didn’t appear that his death was what he thought about the most - but that he didn’t know how to let her know. That must have bothered him a great deal, and she wanted to assure him that everything was a-okay in her book.

She pulled away, not her arms, but just tilted her head back and looked up at him with that smile of hers, "Well, thank the gods that you are here, Daniel. But for your transgression of withholding vital information, you must put on a blindfold while I shoot apples on the top of your head for training. That’s your punishment." Was that a jest or a sincere desire? Well, he was going to find out.

She wasn’t dismissing this whole ordeal, but it was a lot to unpack. It was… unsettling in so many ways. Cherise also didn’t want to force Daniel to dwell on it. He needed to move on from such a dark time in his life, and she’s content to leave it there. Explanation accepted - no further in depth talk necessary. The past was in the past. But she’d keep it in the back of her head, just in case anything creeps back up because of it.

"We’ll call it trust building," she chuckled at him, stepping away but grabbing one of his hands in the process. She’d drag him off to train, and if he so pleased, to find the others to join them. It was about time that the Demigods here did something other than piss each other off or make-out.

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While eager for a subject change, she could only pull a stiff smile at the new topic. Those Valises got away with too much. But she preoccupied herself listening to Andy's youth type.

"I grew up on army bases. So, I don't know if that counts as 'high school'. But, I was the weird kid. I never really had friends before camp... at least not living ones. I can speak to ghosts, so everyone thought I was the crazy girl who talked to herself and thought she could move stuff with her mind. You're actually my first real friend." A much easier smile passed her lips at that.

"I'm sure your experiences are far more normal. You probably just beat up a lot of idiot boys," Andy said, drawing a laugh out of Trinity.

Well compared to a girl talking to invisible friends and moving around bases, she supposed her experience was more normal. “It’s not a hard margin next to yours. But I didn't really belong in high school. I kind of transformed into that guy that was there sometimes, on and off when I felt like until I committed to dropping out. Dad threw me in camp pretty young and I figured this was more my speed. Still didn't stop me beating up idiot boys though,” Trinity smirked at Andy. “I almost fell for peer pressure...weird days,” she remarked. Because these days, there was no temptation to go with the crowd or norm.

"And what about you?" Andy asked Mason.

She stuck around a bit for storytime and to assure her friends were in better condition. If not physically, it seemed they were in better spirits at least. But her mind was tolled with other concerns. She trusted Liam and Wes, didn't mind Sloane but there was a nervous kind of tick in her brain going off about them. Who knew she was such a worrier?

Trinity smiled warmly and got up. “Okay, I’m off to make sure Liam is playing nicely with Wes.” She was about to leave them in peace, heading for the door but she paced back in the room, wiggling two fingers in a V at them. “Guard your face, look after her, and don't show an enemy mercy when they don't deserve it.” The first two tips directed towards Mason, while the latter was for Andy. She quickly embraced Andy because even though she was fine now, life was precious. Plus she had been through shit. Add some supped up impulsive demigods and anything could happen. “Call, shout or come get me if you need anything, okay?”


It took a bit of walking around and huffing and grunting to find the boys, but when she found the right location....gods did they stick out. One hulk-like figure with this intimidating air, and a model that was approachable, hanging out together.

“You two good? Not interrupting boy talk?”

She neared the two and pat Liam’s shoulder. He probably wasn’t one to stew in thought or stress about impressions but, “She’ll come around. You’ll only be in the doghouse for a while but you did the right thing overall.” Sloane still had some flawed logic and ways to go, but that boot up the arse got her in gear. Or at least showed she possessed more than a suffer in silence side. Could stand her ground when required. That at least served as some relief to Trinity.

“I also kinda told Iliana you attacked Sylas.” She gestured vaguely around Iliana's height as if it would paint a clear picture of the small blonde she was talking about. “So if she gives you those large frightened mouse eyes and questions you, that's half on me.” The other half definitely belonged to his own demeanor. At least the looking at him like he was a beast part.

She shot a wary smile to Wes, still unsure if telling that girl that information alone was out of line or too much. But what was said was already done.


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No, Liv didn't ask for his praise or criticism. In fact, she didn't want any of it at all. The pair of them were standing, and Poseidon's daughter had her arms crossed and expression flat. "Just stay away from me, Duke," she told him pointedly as he was done with his word vomit. God, that guy just talked on and on.

She was about to move when he decided to put a hand on her arm, and it was strangely comforting yet also slightly irritating. She almost killed him, and here he was - trying to be a good guy. As if Liv wasn't already greatly conflicted, Duke only served to add more to that plate. She wasn't going to correct him when he thanked her for something she didn't do, as that's what she believed the gratefulness to have stemmed from. Liv didn't heal him, her father did. She hadn't done anything other than nearly kill him. Yet, she also didn't want to put on her guilty face, even if she felt that way deep inside. That would imply she cared just a little bit, and she didn't want to. The people at this Camp were just snakes in a garden, and it was annoying.

"Then go, Duke. Enjoy Olympus," she swatted his hand away before he could withdraw it himself. "There won't be a next time," she promised as she stepped to the side. Poor Iliana would be harshly shoulder-checked as the emotionally volatile Liv moved past her. "You stay away, too, if you know what's good for you."

Liv didn't want to be around people. Today seemed like one of those days - one that would be slow and uneventful. She'd be glad about that. Without further words to be exchanged, she left the meek blond on the beach and wandered off to her cabin. Along the way, she had picked up and tugged on her clothes, walked past Liam, Trinity, and Wes, and eventually shut her cabin door behind her. She flopped onto her bed face-first once she got into her room and decided that she'd just nap this day away. If the world was fair, she'd just nap this whole Camp Athens experience away.





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Whether Rae knew better than to bring up the fact that Sloane had clearly been crying at some point or she just didn't care, was up in the air. The redhead had very little concern over other people's emotions, given that there were few things at Camp Athens to shed tears over. In her opinion, anyway. At the same time, she was aware of the very real emotions of other people. Perhaps that is why she flashed a swift smile at the poor joke regarding the woman's lineage. Sloane was clearly not a daughter of Ares.

Both of the ladies agreed that it was way past the morning hours, as much as Rae hated to admit that she accidentally allowed time to fly by and missed breakfast. Or did she? Gods, she can't remember. So, the girls ventured down one of the Camp's many forested paths toward the cafeteria.

All was going well, and then there were two men before them. Two very handsome men, too. Of course, the redhead put on that flirty smile and gave them a cute finger waggling wave. There was Wes - she didn't know him. In fact, she doesn't recall ever meeting him. Then there was Liam - the one that practically ran away from her cabin door this morning. She stared at the hulk for a few seconds, recalling that humorous scene with a mute chuckle that simply shook her shoulders. Then it hit her - Sloane had been there that morning, hovering in the background. Curious. The women had long since stopped in their tracks, and Sloane and Liam seemed to exchange some kind of look.

Let's face it. It was not hard to put two and two together. Sloane had been crying, Liam looks like a wounded animal, and Wes was just... Wes. Before Rae could say or do anything, Sloane had grabbed her arm and was well on her way to dragging the Artemis child away from the scene. Naturally, she went along with it, giving the boys a parting wave as she was hauled away. Luckily, Wes and Liam seemed content to stay where they were.

When they finally stopped, and Rae's arm was released, she gave the spot where Sloane had gripped it a gentle rub. "Long story," Sloane informed her, and Rae raised a brow at that.

There was a light scoff to her lips shortly after they resumed their walk, "I'm going to go ahead and just say that it's probably not a story I haven't heard, and it really doesn't concern me." Rae wasn't trying to be an unfriendly person, but sympathy did not come easy to her. That, and she really wanted to avoid the drama of the Camp. There was something about a bunch of girls and boys together that created a nasty cocktail of love triangles, drama, etc - and with all the things that a Demigod could do, it wasn't wise to meddle in the affairs of others.

She turned to face her slightly as they walked, her steps taken sideways for a few minutes. She had her arms crossed over her chest, "Though, I do want to point out that I've never seen a problem solved by crying over or avoiding it. Honestly, women need to stop saying sorry and crying all of the time. Avoiding things... crying... it's so exhausting. It's a big problem with our sex, not that you asked."

They were at the Mess Hall in no time, and as the two ladies put their meals together and sat down, it was quiet. Rae was aware that her opinions were just that - opinions, and that they were not always well-received. Whether or not she was thought of as nice or rude was of no concern to her, and holding her tongue didn't do any party well. "I don't know what's going on, but..." she began halfway through their meal, "If you need any advice on men, I am pretty good at thinking like one. I can't promise that I will hold things back, but I don't agree in the whole white lie to spare feelings thing." She waved her fork around with those last few words, then went back to eating.

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There was silence after Wes spoke. Apparently whatever he thought as words of wisdom didn't come off that way. Liam lunged forward and took fistfuls of his shirt, yanking him forward. The son of Ares twisted and turned into a cornered animal before his eyes, angry, almost snarling. Anyone who says they aren't scared of an enraged child of Ares was lying. Wes knew that if Liam decided to take his anger out on him, he'd be dead. Plain and simple. And to be honest, the only thing protecting him from that fate was the fact that he was dating Liam's sister.

Wes didn't fight the hold, or cower. He stood his ground and didn't waiver his gaze. "You call staying with your abuser strength? Mentally, physically, emotionally - that’s not strength. It’s weakness. We are our own people. We make our own choices. We don’t make choices because we fear what other people will do. Other people are not our responsibility." Liam's grip tightened while Wes's nostrils flared. "She was strong the moment she left that fucking cabin - whether it was with me or without me. Leaving is the hardest part. That's when strength comes."

"Men like me - like Sylas, we know that. We like women like Sloane - obedient, self-blaming, afraid that we might hurt someone else. That’s what we like." Hearing Liam compare himself to Sylas struck a cord with Wes. And while his intentions were most likely to make Wes see his side of the argument, it only made him worry for Sloane. If Liam was no different then was she really safe with him?

"No. I call surviving her abuser strength... She stayed out of fear." Wes tried taking a calm, level headed approach and it didn't work. Liam seemed the type to only listen when being scolded. So, he didn't back down or return to his seat. But remained where he was. "No one is fearless. Not even you." Perhaps it was because he was being silently threatened, or berated himself, but Wes felt his own anger rise. "You're scared she'll get hurt again, scared she'll go back to her brother. But I think you're even more scared that this girl, who has seen you differently than any other woman, will see you as a monster."

"You say strength was her leaving, but you gave her no choice. Who's to say she didn't go with you out of a similar fear? You compare yourself to Sylas like you're both cut from the same cloth. So who is to say she didn't trade one monster for another?" Wes's gaze didn't shift away and he hardly blinked. He was fixed on Liam. "Obedient, self-blaming..." He reiterated Liam's words quietly almost like he was thinking out loud as the realization hit him. "Is she really safe with you?"

Maybe the anger had run it's course. Or maybe Wes's words actually struck something within Liam, unlikely. But the son of Ares finally seemed to be coming down. When he finally released his grip on his collar, Wes half shoved his hands away. He started to adjust his shirt as he returned to his seat, albeit a bit more on edge than before. "Don’t say shit like that to Sloane. I don’t want her going back to him because she thinks she’s protecting anyone. I want her to stay away and live her own life. Sylas is his own person… she is not responsible for his actions."

"No offense, but I'll say what I want." Wes rested his arms on bent knees looking over at Liam. "If you want her to be strong it might be worth considering positive reinforcement. Because what you did back there," he said while pointing his hand in the general direction they came from. "Will only cause her to lash out at you, not him. Her anger and animosity will be aimed at you. Instead of being like her brother and telling her she's weak and pathetic, maybe you should try being supportive. Tell her she's strong, brave and is capable of..." His voice trailed off at the sound of approaching footsteps.

Speak of the devil. Sloane and a red head that Wes hadn't be overly acquainted with stepped out into view. He didn't say anything, just spared a glance over towards Liam who seemed to be up to giving the ladies his attention. "Wes. Liam."
He gave a slight wave of his hand and a nod of his head before the pair disappeared as quickly as they arrived.

"I don’t understand women, and I don’t care if I piss her off. I will always be honest with her and myself. That means that I will piss her off, and she’ll probably stomp off and go cry about it somewhere. But if she’s not with that brother of hers? I don’t care. I will figure it out as I go, but for now - my only worry is that she will go back, and if I have to be the asshole, I will be the asshole."

Before Wes got a chance to comment, Trinity showed up. Thank the Gods. A conversation he had hoped would be a heart to heart just turned into wanting to bash his head into a wall. It was exhausting. "You two good? Not interrupting boy talk?"

Wes let out a sigh, puffing out his bottom lip. "I don't know if you could call it that," he said as he moved to his feet.

Trin went over to console Liam who looked like a sad puppy when he was hopped up on rage. She got the pup while he got the wolf. "She’ll come around. You’ll only be in the doghouse for a while but you did the right thing overall." Training Sloane? Yes. Belittling her to the point of pushing her over the edge? No. But Ares kids were always more of the tough love type. But he wasn't going to argue his prerogative. Wes had had enough of that for the time being.

"I also kinda told Iliana you attacked Sylas. So if she gives you those large frightened mouse eyes and questions you, that's half on me." Wes inhaled sharply, raising his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. Great. Another person brought into this bullshit. He was getting a headache. After a moment he looked up to be met with Trinity's gaze and a wary smile. He tried his best to return it with his best grin but it fell short.

Wes wasn't mad at Trinity, but he had had his fill of Liam for the day. "I need to change my shirt and an advil... or ten." He took a step towards the blonde, gently taking her arm in his hand. His thumb lightly stroked her skin as he placed a soft kiss upon her head. He lingered there for a moment before his grip fell and he started in the direction of his cabin. If Trinity would follow or stick around with her brother, he was uncertain.

It didn't take him long to reach his cabin. Wes let out a soft sigh as he entered and tore his tank top off of him. He looked down at the shirt briefly, the straps stretched and warped from Liam's grip. He chucked it across the room before plopping down on his couch. Wes didn't bother getting a new shirt or even closing the door. He just sunk deeper into his seat, rubbing his face.




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Rae scoffed after the brief encounter with Wes and Liam. "I'm going to go ahead and just say that it's probably not a story I haven't heard, and it really doesn't concern me."

"Not likely," Sloane responded, not in a harsh or unfriendly way, but more like it was a simple fact. The truth of the matter was, if she began unraveling what was the hellstorm of her life, she doubted Rae would have heard that story before. But Sloane wasn't in the sharing mood, and her company wasn't prying. A nice change. She never was fond of curious people who stuck their noses where they didn't belong.

As they continued walking, Rae half turned toward her. "Though, I do want to point out that I've never seen a problem solved by crying over or avoiding it. Honestly, women need to stop saying sorry and crying all of the time. Avoiding things... crying... it's so exhausting. It's a big problem with our sex, not that you asked."

She didn't disagree. Sloane hated nothing more than crying. "It was one of those annoying frustrated pissed off cries," she clarified with a weak chuckle. Not like she needed to explain herself. But after being called weak, something in her gut twisted wanted to make sure she wasn't seen as a crying school girl. "But, you are right..." Her voice trailed off as she searched for what to say.

"The big one," she motioned her thumb over her should back towards Liam and Wes. "He pissed me off. So, I knocked his ass to the ground and yelled at him." She shrugged, the corners of her lips pulling back into a tight lipped oops smile. "I've always been one of those people where when I get really angry I cry. I hate it." She laughed, letting her gaze fall to the ground for a moment. "But if you know anyway not to do that, I'm all ears."

Shortly after, they arrived at the mess hall. Neither one of them chit chatted or exchange pointless small talk as they gathered their food and took a seat at an empty table. There was some silence, which lasted halfway through the meal before Rae spoke up. "I don't know what's going on, but... If you need any advice on men, I am pretty good at thinking like one. I can't promise that I will hold things back, but I don't agree in the whole white lie to spare feelings thing."

Sloane shoveled food around on her plate as she listened. "I appreciate the offer. But it's not boy problems... per se." She took a bite of her food in thought. "It's not really advice I need. It's—" Her eyes squinted as she searched for words. "...Complicated."

She wasn't the type of person to spill all her drama, especially on someone she barely knew. The last thing she needed was to have another person dragged into this. That's the last thing Sloane wanted... another person for her brother to torment. Rae looked like she could handle herself, but one whispered word from her brother and it would count for nothing. Hell, she was able to knock over Liam with just a fraction of her power. There's no telling what could be done with Eris's gift full force.

Once Sloane finished eating she began to wonder where she'd go or what she'd do. Her things are at Liam's and at that particular moment she had zero desire to see him and continue being belittled. She chewed on the inside of her cheek momentarily until she chose to try and keep the conversation going a bit longer. It wouldn't be much but it delays her return to the cabin, even if just for a minute. "Does your mother visit you often at camp? I don't tend to see many of the Gods around, aside from Zeus." It was a horrible attempt at keeping the conversation going. Small talk was never one of Sloane's strong suits.




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"Makes sense. Only the weird kid would make friends with a son of Hades." Andy shook her head and managed a soft laugh at the comment.

Then it was Trinity's turn to share her High School years. "It’s not a hard margin next to yours. But I didn't really belong in high school. I kind of transformed into that guy that was there sometimes, on and off when I felt like until I committed to dropping out. Dad threw me in camp pretty young and I figured this was more my speed. Still didn't stop me beating up idiot boys though. I almost fell for peer pressure...weird days."

"Forced to join the cheerleading squad rather than the football or wrestling team?"

"I guess that's a positive of no friends... No peer pressure," she mused with a chuckle.

Andy tried to actively face Mason while he spoke of what he was like, although her sore muscles wished she hadn't. "Me? The popular guy." She sighed and rolled her eyes, waiting for his real response. "I mainly kept to myself. Tried to anyway. I tolerated school as a best-case scenario. Grazed by to keep the family off my back but that fell apart pretty quickly. School and grades became irrelevant." Curiosity made her want to ask about it, to know more. But she decided to save it for another day.

When silence came once again, Trinity smiled and moved to her feet. "Okay, I’m off to make sure Liam is playing nicely with Wes." She turned to leave but stopped to give a final pep talk. "Guard your face, look after her, and don't show an enemy mercy when they don't deserve it." Andy gave her a nod and before Trinity left she quickly gave her a hug. "Call, shout or come get me if you need anything, okay?"

"I got her. We'll be fine."

"I'll be ok," she reassured Trinity before she headed out to find Liam and Wes.

Andy remained seated at the foot of the bed, at least for a little while. Part of her felt like she needed to get up and do things, while her muscles argued for her to slow down. She was about to get up and offer Mason a blanket when he took ahold of the back of her shirt and tugged her back onto the bed beside him. She collapsed against the mattress with a soft oof and a laugh. "Make it easier on me will you and stop shifting around."

"I didn't do anything." Yet.

"Not all of us got to be peacefully unconscious for hours. But really Andy I'll get whatever you want or do whatever you need doing around the cabin."

Andy rested her hands on her stomach as looked over at him. "I—" She opened her mouth to argue, but instead sighed. "I know. Thank you... I'm not used to having to be dependent. Even if it's for a short while." After a moment or two, she slowly rolled over onto her side to fully face him, tucking one arm under her head. She laid there for a moment, less than a foot away. Her free hand twiddling with the blanket beneath them. "Can we just agree that next time I save you?" She gave him a soft smile.

While Mason seemed tired, he still managed to remain awake. His brows furrowed before asking for hundredth time, "You okay?"

In the silence of her cabin, when there was no worry of someone coming in to check on her or eaves drop on whatever she says, Andy actually took a moment to think about it. She took a deep breath before answering. "I don't know," she admitted, her gaze focused on the bedspread rather than him. "But I know I will be." Her free hand then reach over and gently nudged his chest. "I know I'd be a lot better if you stopped blaming yourself."

Her hand remained there for a moment before she nudged him again. "Because it's not your fault. It's mine." Andy looked over at him with a serious yet sad expression. "Your nose, Alex, Ajax... That's all me. I was the one that was confused. I..." her voice trailed off as her cheeks began to flush slightly. She diverted her gaze as withdrew her hand from his chest.

Andy cleared her throat, making a sad attempt to change the conversation. "Anyway, you're tired and were up all night worrying. Get some sleep. Ok?"

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There, unfortunately, was no heart-to-heart with Liam. The Ares child didn't think like that. Wes' words had been so grating he couldn't hear any reason in them. If there was any to be had. He had his own set of rules - his own life experience to live by, and for him, no one could say anything different. That would mean that maybe, just maybe he was wrong about everything. What man wanted to admit that? Especially a bull-headed one like him?

Trinity showed up, Wes said something that Liam heard by didn't acknowledge, and whatever else was going on right now. There was a point in the last hour or so that he thought he could find some semblance of commonality in chattin' it up with another man, but him and Wes were worlds apart.

He was worlds apart from anyone, if he were more honest with himself.

Liam just shrugged his shoulders at the thought of Ilianna knowing anything about anything. He didn't care. She didn't know shit, and big mouse-eyes don't work on him like that. It's better that people know to steer clear of him. Nothing good could come of being around anyone here.

He waited for the pair to leave him be, not saying much about anything. He was sure to hear it from Trinity later - how he bullied her boyfriend. Liam was prepared to be beat to near death by his half-sister, but he's not going to bother himself with that right now.

The day dragged on forever, and he remained at that spot unmoving. Every now and again another Demigod would pass by, but no one was going to bug him. He didn't even look at them. Why was everything so suddenly irritating? Liam was supposed to be happy and free - running amok, causing a little trouble, training like the Olympic God he knew he was, but no... because that would mean his life was turning out how he wanted it, and the gods can't have that.

Liam wanted to move from this spot. He really did. His pride ached in every way, and it cemented him to the grass and the tree trunk. Anytime he lifted a finger, said a word, did anything, he was sure that it would be wrong somehow. Yet, he had to pick his ass up off of the ground. That ass, by the way, was numb. He groaned, rolling his head around like the pitiable man-giant, oaf he was. He buried his hands into his pockets and moved forward, slugging it down the path toward his cabin as if he had no other purpose than to be overly cautious.

When he came upon his cabin he stopped - far, far away. There was just enough distance between him and the cabin that he could see the light flicker on, then the silhouette of the woman that stayed with him. He sighed deeply, watching her in the shadow of the night, wondering if it was safe for him to go in. He didn't even know how much time he spent there, just gazing at her shadow flicker across the room, maybe even sometimes catching a glimpse of her through the window.

Liam caught her standing there, staring at the couch like it was diseased or something. His head flooded with assuming thoughts as if they were her own. Why would she stay there? Should she leave? Was he going to walk in at any moment? Should they talk it out? What was going to happen now?

Actually, those were his thoughts, too.

He soon just become enthralled with watching her quietly, even if there were moments where he wasn't really staring at her. He decided that it was best for him to stay away, and that felt okay to him.

It wasn't too long before she was asleep, even if it wasn't good at all. He looked up at the sky and wondered where all the time had gone, blinked his eyes several times, and then pushed himself off of the tree he had been leaning against. He didn't need to be in his own cabin to make sure Sylas wouldn't come around, he just had to be close by. The son of Ares opted to sleep outside, slumped against the back wall of the cabin so that he'd be out of sight whenever she came out.

He was fine there. It was the least he could do anyway.

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One couldn't call what he did sleep. Like Sloane, and probably many others, it was a long restless night. When he woke up, he waited for Sloane to leave before getting back into his cabin. He let Rocco out, slipped into the shower, got dressed, ate a little, then waited around a bit more. He couldn't be too safe in regards to when he could leave the cabin without facing whatever would pour over from yesterday. He only had one thing on his agenda today, and that was not to look desperate.

But he was, in fact, hopelessly desperate.

He rolled out of his cabin after he thought a certain brunette was steps ahead from him. Many steps. He wasn't ready, and he figured that she felt the same. That, and his heart-to-heart with Wes fell apart, as they always do. He couldn't even begin to decipher much of what was said to him, as a lot of it was just complete bullshit. Just his opinion, anyway. Some of it made a little sense, and yes, some of it he acknowledged quietly.

But then a thought hit him - Sylas. That guy ruled his brain right now. His brain was one-half Sylas and another half Sloane. They were both in there, twisting things and messing stuff up - for better or worse. Sylas was worse, and it had been a while since Sloane hadn't been in Liam's sight. A whole day, sure, but it felt like a really long time. He was sure that her brother wasn't done licking his wounds, and Sloane would be vulnerable without him.

No, she didn't need him.

Yes, she did.

No. Yes. He didn't know. He was standing there steps away from his cabin taking one step back, then another step forward - back, forward - spin around. Which way does he go? If he lumbers over her, then he's protecting her like she's helpless. If he doesn't, maybe she ends up helpless. Why didn't he know what to do anymore? Liam always knew what to do up until now.

To anyone passing by, he's just standing there... like an oaf. A very confused oaf.

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Trinity frowned looking to Wes who seemed bothered to say the least. And between the two men it seemed it was a large fault to tell Iliana Liam messed up Sylas. She didn’t technically say attacked, just heavily implied and Iliana would be a bit daft to think otherwise. But Trinity wasn’t a whizz at words. There was a possibility that Iliana wouldn't even bring it up in fear of any involved party.

“I mean if you really want, I can fix this and threaten her or actually beat her?”

"I need to change my shirt and an advil... or ten." Wes stated. He stepped up to her. Trinity lightly touched his wrist as he placed a kiss on her forehead. There was a whole different mood around the affectionate act. One she somehow wasn't assured by as usual.

Wes presumably headed to his cabin, the hall or just...away while Trinity stayed and stared vacantly forward before her accusing eyes darted to Liam. There was no aggression or hostility about it, but an ask to fill in the blanks. Unless her few comments annoyed Wes that much. But Liam was in his own world happy to play ignorant and silent.

She sighed out raking her fingers through her hair. Well she wasn't going to wait around for the likes of her big brother to break the ice because it wasn't happening. She headed to her cabin first retrieving Wes’s short and top then his cabin. Trinity knocked twice then proceeded to open the door anyway. It was hardly a warning but half courteous. Seeing Wes collapsed on his own furniture shirtless was…an instinctually nice sight, but he looked so fed up and defeated. Trinity placed his clothes nearby and approached.

“I…” Trinity didn’t really know what to say. The two knew each other’s virtues and compasses didn’t align on how to deal with certain issues. They were on opposite ends of the spectrum more often than not. Add a brother with a blunter view, sporting Ares's likeness through and through, and that could get more frustrating. She cupped his face and kissed his forehead this time, for dealing with their ways. She drew back to meet his eyes.

Trinity tickled the nape of his neck with one hand while the other ran through his unruly hair. “You didn’t get around to changing your shirt. Had any advil yet?” She smiled gently then leaned in to kiss his lips. The son of Aphrodite was amazing to tolerate her as long as he had and for that reason, and an extensive list of others, she kept kissing him, unwilling to draw away fully.

Trinity sighed out gently, lowering her head to his shoulder and cuddling him. All good things had to come to an end. Besides, regardless of a couple of smooches, it didn’t exactly wipe matters under the table. She snuck one more little kiss on his skin then joined him on the couch, laying her head on him, staring vacantly off. “I won't tell if you don't tell. Lazy day?” She poked out a pinkie.

What remained of the day was at least not rage-inducing. It wasn't very productive and that killed her soul but it was nice to relax and not worry about too many other things at the same time.


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Wes had lost track of how long he sat there, staring at the opposite wall while he rubbed his temple with his good hand. He looked up when he heard two knocks upon his door. It wasn't shortly after the rapping that Trinity let herself in. Her presence brought a small smile to his lips. His gaze fell to her hands where she held the clothes she borrowed. Part of him grew the tinniest bit sad at their return. There is something about seeing your girl wear your clothes that made any guy happy, and a small fraction of Wes hoped she'd keep them. But Trinity was the farthest thing from conventional when it came to girls. It was half of the reason he found her so damn attractive.

"I..." she started. Wes rose a curious brow as he tried to read her expressions. He didn't blame her for her brother. And, to be honest, he didn't even fully blame Liam. Ares kids were always so god damn stubborn and thick. Sometimes beating your head against a brick wall would bring you better results. But he had to try. Wes always had to try.

Standing before him, Trinity cupped his face and kissed his forehead. Wes smiled slightly as he looked up to meet her gaze while her fingers danced along the nape of his neck. "You didn’t get around to changing your shirt. Had any advil yet?" He sighed out a weak chuckle and shook his head.

Before Wes had a chance to respond, Trinity leaned in and pressed her lips to his. Unlike her other kisses that were usually aggressive and brief, this was tender and lingered. The gentleness in her touch made his heart flutter as he soaked up every moment of it. He brought his hand up to cup her cheek while his other took hold of her waist. His fingers slipped back through her hair allowing his thumb to stroke her neck lightly.

When she broke the kiss, it was too soon, but he didn't stop her. Wes held her there close, just for a moment, looking up into her eyes. "I love you." It was barely louder than a whisper. He didn't say it to hear it repeated back to him. He didn't say it to make her feel guilty for not saying it or not being there yet. He said it because in that moment he felt it so strongly. He had to say it. A woman as amazing as her deserved to hear it... every single day.

He adjusted on the couch, making sure there was more than enough room for her. Wes opened his arms for her as she moved in to rest her head on him. He gave her a gentle kiss on the head as he wrapped his arms around her. "I won't tell if you don't tell. Lazy day?" She then held out a pinkie.

Wes chuckled as his large pinkie nearly swallowed hers when he took hold of it. He didn't know lazy was in her vocabulary. But this was one of those moments where he knew, she did it for him. It just made him want to hold her closer and enjoy a simple quiet day with her. Gods knew, that quiet days were few and far between at camp. And while the day might not be all that exciting for Trinity, it would go down as one of his favorites, simply because they got to spend it together.

"I still owe you that date," he commented with a sad chuckle. It felt like ages since they made that silly bet. Wes couldn't help but be saddened that he hadn't delivered on it. "I had it all planned out too. It was going to be tonight... Andy was even going to help me set it up." He sighed, tapping his free hand on the armrest of the couch. "Camp has a funny way of messing a lot of things up."

The rest of the day was quiet, calm and stress free, something both of them needed desperately. They watched movies, but mostly talked about anything and everything. Wes couldn't remember the last time they had time together to just be themselves without the pressures of being a demigod looming overhead. All in all, a perfect day by his recollection.

At some point during one of Wes's long stories from his childhood Trinity fell asleep. For awhile, he didn't move. Like a cat owner when their pet falls asleep on them, he dared not disturb her. But once he thought she was deep enough, he gently scooped her up in his arms and carried her to bed. "It was going to be a perfect night..." he spoke softly to her as he pulled down the covers and laid her down. "Andy was going to conjure up a candlelit treehouse," Wes continued speaking to the sleeping blonde as he removed one of her shoes. "We'd have a picnic." He removed her other shoe.

Wes draped the blanket over her, then crouched down beside the bed. He gently brushed loose hair behind her ear as he sighed softly. "And then... I was going to ask you to be my girl, officially." His smile fell, just a bit, before leaned in and placed a tender kiss on her forehead. He exhaled softly as he pushed off his knees and stood up. Wes walked over to the other side of the room and changed into pajama pants, before sliding into bed.

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Morning came too soon, and Wes was still exhausted. He somehow managed to wake before Trinity, so he tried his best to climb out of bed without waking her. He dug around in his dresser finding another clean T-shirt and basketball shorts that he placed, neatly folded on the bed beside her, along with a fresh towel if she decided she wanted to shower. He then quietly exited the bedroom, shutting the door behind him so that she could sleep however late she wanted.

He shuffled through his cabin over to the kitchen. He had no idea what was even in his fridge and if it was good or not. He opened it up and found it to be bare. Wes sighed as he closed the door, pursing his lips in thought. He grabbed a note pad and jotted down a quick message for Trinity. He quietly placed it on top of the clothes he laid out for her, before stepping into his slippers and heading off to the mess hall.

On the note it read...

Went to get us breakfast.
Stay in bed as long as you'd like.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx– ♥ Wes

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After Heath and Iliana returned to the Main Hall, they found Ethan to still be conversing with the new arrival. Soon the trio left and Heath got Ethan caught up on recent events and mentioned how they shouldn't get involved in matters that don't involve them.

"Yeah you're probably right, but it's only a matter of time before we do get involved in something. If we're going to be training and interacting with others, it's bound to happen. So the Valises and Duke have gone to Olympus huh? Here's a question, do we let anyone else know?"

"Not unless we're asked. Everyone else is bound to find out eventually when they notice they're not around."

"Who's not around? Nelly asked as she suddenly appeared behind Heath and Ethan.

Ethan freaked out a bit, causing Nelly to laugh and even Heath chucked. Iliana's eyes lit up a bit too.

"Awww did I scare you? My bad!"

"Yeah, thanks for scaring 20 years off me . . . ." Ethan grumbled.

"So who's not around?"

Heath and Ethan looked at each other. Nelly was nice enough, but she was also the talkative type. It wouldn't surprise them of the daughter of Hermes told others. Still, Heath did say they would tell anyone if they were asked. Iliana saw that the boys looked torn and decided to answer Nelly herself for she didn't see how telling Nelly could do any harm. Nelly was waiting for they group to answer her when Iliana came up and showed her the notebook she always carried.

~The Valises and Duke have gone to Olympus for a bit. I ran into Ares in front of the Valises' cabin and saw them leave and he told me. I ran into Duke and he said he was going too.~

"So that's it? Not a big deal to me. I am a little envious though, I've never been to Olympus.'

"That's right, you missed Alex's trial. I am sure you'll get your chance eventually," Ethan comforted.

"Yeah, well for now I am off to train with Daniel. Any of you want to join me?"

"Eh, Heath and I just ate, so it's probably not a good idea. Did you want to go with her, Iliana?

~Well, I am not dressed for it. Can I just watch for now?~

"Sure! Come on, let's go!" Nelly shouted before grabbing Iliana's spare hand and hauling her off to find Daniel.

However in the end, Nelly never got to train for when she and Iliana found Daniel, he was too busy interacting with Cherise. Nelly would have interrupted them, but Iliana convinced her not too since it seemed the two were having an in depth discussion. The girls ended up parting ways from there for Nelly wanted to get a good run in and Iliana wasn't up for that. So for the rest of the day, everyone did their own thing and Iliana was relieved that the day was pretty normal. Well, unless you counted the time after lunch when Hestia showed up unexpectedly to work with Ethan. She had also let them know that Iliana's new pendant would be done soon. So Hestia worked with Ethan for a couple of hours, trying to help him with with his food manipulation skill since he still needed to work on it. It ended up as a mess in the Main Hall's kitchen area, but it was a good laugh. Overall it was a good day.

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It turned out to be a good night too since Iliana didn't have another nightmare. As usual, she was the first to wake up, only this time, Heath had waken up not long after her. He saw her in her gardening gear.

"Anything ready to be harvested yet?"

~Yes, in the orchard, the olives and peaches have started ripening so I am going to start picking them and give them to the kitchen staff at the main hall. I'll try to get some work out in sometime after before lunch. I'll see you two later.~

With a basket in hand, Iliana left the cabin. Heath grinned and started getting ready for his own workout. Ethan soon woke up himself and the pair fell into rhythm and soon did their morning jog.

In the meantime, Iliana had managed to get a basket full of peaches and olives, with the olives on top of the peaches. It was a bit heavy, but Iliana could manage. Walking towards the main hall, she soon saw Wes. She knew she couldn't interact with him now with her arms full, so she just merely nodded to him as she passed by. So she just walked into the back entrance of the main hall and dropped her load off in the kitchen. Figuring she'd eat now, she went to the front to get breakfast before sitting down.

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Nelly woke up with a groan. Yesterday had been pretty boring by her terms, so she hoped today something interesting would happen. Oh, she didn't want drama, but she had to find her own means of entertainment yesterday and there was only so much one could do in one location. Maybe today she would check out the forest and cliff areas. That meant getting out of bed and getting some breakfast first. She wasn't in the mood for a workout right now. With a sigh, she got up and got ready for the day.

After leaving her cabin, it wasn't long she came across someone she'd yet to really interact with. Probably because she'd seen him around that one blonde who intimidated her. Looks like he had the same direction in mind, the main hall. Perfect! Coming upon the man, Nelly made sure he saw her before addressing him.

"Hi there! I don't think we've met yet right? My name is Penelope, but I prefer Nelly. I am Hermes's daughter. Might I ask for your name and who your divine parent is?" she asked enthusiastically.

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xxxxxThe ground began to rumble and shake underfoot. The ground began to crack and splinter underfoot. Then, as if appearing out of thin air, Poseidon stepped forward followed close at heel by Hera, Hecate, Apollo, Ares, and Nemesis. "Enough!" His voice boomed so loud it reverberated all around them, like the earth trembled at his voice. With a tap of his trident on the ground, Hecate obeyed, snapping her fingers. Instantly, both Liam and Sylas were torn apart, shackled and forced to their knees. Poseidon gave the pair a side eyed glance with a sneer. "Take care of them, then meet me at the arena," he addressed both Ares and Apollo.

xxxxxThe God walked over to Sloane, whom remained knocked on the ground, and offered her a hand up. Once on her feet, he left her aid as quickly as he entered and continued toward the center of camp. Further down the path, Poseidon slams his trident into the ground once more sending a rumbling wave throughout the camp to gain everyone's attention before his voice boomed and echoed throughout the grounds. "Everyone to the arena, immediately."

xxxxxStaying behind, Apollo moved his focus to Sylas who looked near on the edge of death. He placed a single hand on the son of Eris and, within a few short moments, all his wounds are mended. Similarly, he does the same to Liam without a word. Once both of the demigods seemed to be repaired, aside from the blood that still stained their faces and clothes, the Gods helped them to their feet. Then, as instructed, Ares, with Liam in tow, and Apollo, with Sylas in tow, proceeded toward the arena.

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xxxxxAs everyone arrived at the arena, Poseidon, along with his fellow Gods were seated in the Pulvinus. They watched, stoic like statues, only moving to exchange hushed whispers amongst themselves. Once all the demigods arrived and took their seats, Poseidon stood and walked to the front of the balcony to address the camp.

xxxxx"I speak for us all when I say, we hoped it wouldn't come to this. But we were wrong. This camp has gone from a training ground for powerful demigods to nothing more than a teen soap opera. Zeus might not care, or only take interest when it's his own children... But not us." He motioned his hand toward the Gods that joined him. "This has gotten out of hand. Camp Athens is spiraling out of control. A demigod was killed by one of you're own last year and it nearly happened again here today."

xxxxx"You all need a lesson in discipline... and humility." Poseidon looked toward Hecate before motioning his hand to the center of the arena. The Goddess stood and proceeded to wave her hands in that direction. As she did, a stone archway rose up from the ground. It stood roughly seven feet tall and four feet wide. A simple looking piece of architecture. Hecate began to chant and with each word a shimmering aura grew in the middle of the arch, appearing to look similar to a portal. As she finished, the chanting seized and she returned to her seat.

xxxxx"We will end this infighting here and now." With each word he tapped his index finger down on the railing before him. "One by one, each and every one of you will pass through that archway. You will enter an illusion where your lies, deceit and dishonesty will be stripped away. Inside you will face your repressed traumas, deepest secrets or darkest fears." He stood there in silence for a long moment, looking between each and every demigod. "You will believe it is real because it will feel real. Your mind will not register that it is an illusion until you are no longer in it."

xxxxx"We would not be here if it were not for you both," he said looking between Liam and Sylas. "But in particular you," he added point at Liam. "You will go last. You will sit there and watch as every single person here suffers through their trial because of you. And because your judgement is clouded due to some girl... You will suffer through watching her go first, knowing you can do nothing to ease her struggle."

xxxxxPoseidon turned away from the crowd and returned to his seat. Once settled in his chair, he slammed his trident against the ground before calling out to the demigods. "Sloane Astor. Step forward."

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Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor
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Typically one to learn from mistakes, Evelyn did herself a favor by keeping herself company in the morning. As dull and against her nature as it was. Not that any harm could come from offering the likes of Ethan and Heath an apology over breakfast for her more stand-offish and challenging side shining through at the beach.

Her finger swirled around a slightly overgrown patch of grass and she found herself tempted to tug, pulling it from the earth. The moment she acknowledged the thought, she released and calmly pat over the ground, almost in apology for ever having such a destructive thought. Turned out there was still a lot brewing in her mind, the uneasiest being a new found lack of confidence in herself. Before camp she knew exactly where she'd stand on certain topics and how she'd react to things. That sense and predictability of self were now lost.

Evelyn got a harsh awakening. The ground all but vibrated and shook violently from under her. "Everyone to the arena, immediately," the source ordered. Evelyn obeyed the voice that could emanate such power without a second thought. She thought herself one of the earlier arrivals, given her brisk pace, but there were a few before her. Among them, the Eris siblings, and the mean-looking brute. But the men of the group were shackled. That was interesting to say the least. If Gods were to restrain the demi-beings they must have done wrong and have been deemed particularly out of control. If it weren't deserved and Sylas under such a watchful eye of a god or two, she might have shuffled nearby.

While scenarios ran through her head, only imaging such a case, she found herself a seat. She entwined her fingers with her two index's tapping her lip. Whatever she thought of, why ever they were here, she knew it'd be short of reality. Thankfully Poseidon drew some mercy by pronouncing why they had gathered at least and why so many gods were present.

"We would not be here if it were not for you both. But in particular you," Poseidon gestured to the bulkiest of men. Evelyn paused. "You will go last. You will sit there and watch as every single person here suffers through their trial because of you. And because your judgement is clouded due to some girl... You will suffer through watching her go first, knowing you can do nothing to ease her struggle."

The gods were certainly gifted with punishment. But somehow she imagined he wouldn't be bothered by other's suffering and turmoil, even the anger that could be directed towards him as a cause, aside from those he had a shred of care for. Evelyn's eyes shifted to Sylas. Nor would he care, aside from when his own was exposed.

Sloane was called to go first. Evelyn was entranced to see a major adversity of hers and how the gods magic worked. As things unravelled, it got progressively worse. Sylas seemed to have wrapped Liam's own mind up. It might have been like watching a movie, but this featured people she knew and real potential to happen making the scenario a cocktail of engaging and disturbing. She was doing her best to scrutinize the scene and behaviour of the illusions, right up to Liam slitting his own throat, causing blood to spurt on Sloane.

Evelyn turned her head away, sickness seeming to creep into her stomach. There were a few monsters in one vision, but Evelyn knew the biggest in Sloane's mind. Frankly, she felt for the girl. As the trials went onward, it seemed inappropriate to move positions for comfort. Evelyn resumed her habit of tapping her lips, sitting in wait.

Heath was called. Another she was most anxious to peek inside of. His test featured losing and failing Iliana, the godly parents and being buried to an extent. The pressures of being the good son of Athena. The shifting and movement in her peripheral did draw her attention to Iliana, trying to burst up from her seat to reach him sooner. But it all had to play out. Once they stepped into the arena, they were alone. They had to face their adversities alone. But at least in the end, when they returned to their seats, they had each other.




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"I still owe you that date," he commented with a sad chuckle. "I had it all planned out too. It was going to be tonight... Andy was even going to help me set it up. Camp has a funny way of messing a lot of things up."

Despite his sadness, Trinity smiled, happy he had even remembered it. A date, she would think, would be one of the first things to sweep under the rug in camp but not in Wes’ book. “It's okay, there's no time restriction on when it has to happen.” Even she was a little surprised to hear herself offer assurance rather than squirm at the idea of an official date. But there it was. And camp was camp.

Somewhere in their talk, she dozed off peacefully against Wes. She tried to stay awake for him but comfort and tiredness won out.

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She woke in half a daze. It took pushing her blonde mess away from her heavy eyes and a look around to figure she fell asleep and Wes carried her to his bed. But the funniest part was no Wes. Trinity frowned a little, pushing herself to sit up. Thankfully there was a note on the bedside table atop of some clothes. Somehow, it gave her comfort that he'd be back and that he wasn't just lending her his space.

However, the comfort and peace of the morning wasn’t long lasting. Suddenly the cabin shook, and Trinity pinged wide awake, holding her hands out half expecting to be thrown off balance. A voice ordered them to a meeting point. The next she had to do was get changed with the clothes Wes left on the bed side table for her. “What the fuck?”Trinity whispered to herself, looking all around as she hiked up some basketball shorts. She hoped for explanations but given she was alone in a cabin that wasn’t hers, she probably wouldn’t get that.

She all but barrelled out the door. “What is happening?”

Once arriving at the arena, Trinity got a feeling of dread seeing the Gods waiting as every camper filed in. It took Trinity a decent study of the environment for her to see her brother tied. Half or full blood, no matter what he did, he didn't deserve to be bound like some prisoner. She straightened, a hand grabbing Wesley's knee, fighting the reflex to free Liam or have some outburst and protest against the treatment. But before she could even begin to dive into the internal debate of logic verse instinct, Poseidon began to speak. Her eyes flickered to the god, hearing what summoned most of them and what was due for the demigods.

A part of her wanted to clutch her hair and scream or maybe growl that Liam got so much bad limelight. But there was no time to act out because Sloane was made to go first. To see just what was in store, Trinity waited attentively but restlessly, eyes glued to Sloane as she walked through the archway and how her world transformed.

Dead dog. Void Liam. Asshole brother. When Liam plucked Sloane up and was strangling her, her eyes sought the real version of the son of Ares. But it took an abrupt turn. Sloane's trial even brought a gasp to Trinity's lips seeing Liam slice his own throat like that. She brought a hand to her throat to suppress anymore audible reactions, or maybe imagine it hadn't happened. Although not much beat the sound of Sloane's screams and the horrific scene that played out before them. When it ended, it brought some relief to Trinity. So that was the potential of Sylas...and that's what Liam had dragged himself into.

The brunette tried to walk away with what dignity she could after that but Poseidon order she stay. A rule that applied to them all, she imagined. “Wesley...” she muttered to express her anxieties. But the next demigod was called upon.

And so Heath's vision played out in front of them all. And the next one would. Then the next one... Trinity's eyes would seek out Liam now and then. The same way her hand would grab Wes a little tighter occasionally. Because soon, their time would come.


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Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor Character Portrait: Penelope Givens
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Wes wasn't necessarily in a huge rush or anything, but he was trying his best to get to the mess hall and back to the cabin before Trinity woke. So, it was safe to say his pace was brisk as he followed the paths through camp. He wasn't paying attention to anyone he passed by, nor did he particularly care. He looked like he was straight out of bed, still wearing his pajamas, and to be honest, he still hadn't completely woken up either.

Unfortunately, other people were more morning people than he was. As he was walking an all too peppy brunette approached him, matching his pace. He was content with saying nothing. Honestly, Aphrodite kids had to deal with weirder things on a regular basis. Came with the whole natural allure. But this girl seemed to want to have a chat. "Hi there! I don't think we've met yet right? My name is Penelope, but I prefer Nelly. I am Hermes's daughter. Might I ask for your name and who your divine parent is?"

Wes all but stopped where he was trying to catch up with the fast talking and everything thrown at him so fast. His brows furrowed as he tried to process it all, while also trying to think of his own response. "Uh... Wes and Aphrodite." He stood there awkwardly for a moment before continuing. "Alrighty then. I have to go get breakfast for my girlfriend and I. Nice meeting you, Penelope that prefers Nelly." That was the best farewell he could muster while still tired. Then he continued toward the mess hall.

He had barely made a full plate for Trinity when he felt the ground tremble beneath him, causing Wes to lose half of the food to the floor as he steadied himself. He looked around at the others that happened to be there to see if any of them were the culprit or knew what was going on. Before he could ask anyone, a loud thunderous voice echoed throughout the room. "Everyone to the arena, immediately."

For a moment he stood their wondering if he had actually woken up that morning. Perhaps it was all a dream. He looked down at his lack of shirt. It'd make sense for a dream... Being caught in a strange situation half undressed. He sighed. Wes contemplated running back to his cabin to grab Trin and perhaps a shirt. But whomever demanded their attention did seem like the patient or understanding sort. He looked back at the food longingly, before scoffing and heading out of the hall toward the arena.

Wes managed to run into Trinity, just before entering the arena. He didn't know if the implications of her in his clothes and him shirtless in pajamas mattered to her. He couldn't help but instantly feel a bit guilty as they walked together to take a seat. Hopefully, it didn't cross her mind in light of whatever was going on. It wasn't until they both got situated that Wes realized the Gods in the distance, watching them in silence as they all filed in.

Trinity's hand grabbed at his knee, getting his attention. Wes's gaze followed hers, tilting his head upward to catch a glimpse of what she saw... Liam and Sylas in shackles. He gently wrapped his arm around her shoulders, while his other hand reached across his lap to take a hold of hers. "Hey," he whispered. "It'll be ok." He wanted to say more, but Poseidon stepped forward and demanded their attention.

It seemed the more the God said, the more uncomfortable he got. Then he pointed blame at Liam. Wes, subtly glanced over at the son of Ares, trying not to draw Trinity's attention. His face saddened at the look of him. Poseidon didn't say what exactly happened, but there was no doubt that there must have been an altercation of some kind. He could feel the anger radiating off of Liam. "Sloane Astor. Step forward." Wes's heart sank for the poor girl as she was forced to go first, like a guinea pig to show everyone else what was in store.

Sloane stepped through the archway and what played out before them was like a horror film. The dead puppy was enough to churn anyone's stomach, but he actually tensed at the sight of Liam like a statue. He watched, intently, as Sylas made a puppet out of him and bent him to his will. It made Wes shift, uncomfortably. Seeing the demigods potential and how easily he could manipulate someone else was... terrifying. Then the son of Ares slit his own throat, drawing a gasp from Trin and causing Wes to turn his head away. But it was the scream. It ran down his spine like a sickening chill, making the hairs on his arm stand on end.

He felt bad for Sloane, especially as she tried to leave but was denied. As if the torture of facing what scared them most wasn't enough... They'd have to sit and watch each other go through that pain, over and over. He slowly slunk further back into his seat. It was going to be a long day.

"Wesley..." Trinity said quietly. He could hear her fear, something he also felt. He swallowed while nodding slightly.

He pulled her a little bit closer, placing a soft kiss on her shoulder. "I'll be right here," he reassured her as he slid his fingers between hers.

Then Heath was called forward. Someone Wes wasn't familiar with at camp. While part of him was curious to see how the demigod's trial played out, he couldn't also feel like he was invading everyone's privacy by watching their secrets and fears play out before him. He wanted to look away, but no matter how much he tried... Curiosity took over and he had to look.

Part of him was slightly relieved that Heath's judgement didn't involve as much blood. But, unfortunately, it did not lack in death. His brows quirked up at the sound of Iliana's voice, curious to see that perhaps she was not always mute. Yet, no sooner than hearing that, she threw herself from a cliff. He winced again. Gods, this was rough. He didn't know what he was more worried about, his own trial or Trinity's. All he could do was take a deep breath, and try to remain as calm as possible... for Trin.




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Sylas remained on the ground, the dirt turned to mud from his own blood. It was hard to breath, making him cough through the fluid that blocked his airways. The ground rumbled and Gods stepped forward. He had difficulty making out whatever they were saying. But one minute he went from lying on his back to being on his knees with his hands shackled before him. "Take care of them, then meet me at the arena," one of the more intimidating Gods said before heading down a path.

He remained knelt on the ground as Poseidon called for everyone to go the arena, leaving himself and Liam behind in the care of two other Gods. Sylas presumed one to be Ares based on the looks he gave the son of Ares. And once the other put his hand on him, healing all of his wounds until the only proof that he was bloodied was the stains in his shirt, he knew it was Apollo. Sylas didn't saying anything, but nodded his head in brief thanks, only because it felt like what was right.

Once finished, Apollo and Ares helped them both off the ground and lead them to the arena in silence. They made sure to keep a distance between the two in case they decided to lash out again. Sylas had no intention of inciting anymore anger out of the oaf, not yet anyway. It seemed what little bit he had done had caused quite the domino effect. He was more than eager to see how this would play out, but he dare not let that be seen.

The Gods lead them into the arena, making them sit in the stands, closer to the other Gods, to keep an eye on them. Sylas took his seat, making sure there was several feet between himself and Liam. He watched as demigods slowly entered, taking their seats sporadically around the colosseum. Then, a striking redhead enter and for a brief moment their eyes met. Surprisingly, to anyone else, he felt a bit ashamed, having Evelyn see him like that. His gaze fell to his hands until she looked away. Whether or not she enticed him so, he doubted that seeing him like this or whatever else the Gods had up their sleeves would make her desire to come anywhere near him.

Poseidon began his inevitable speech that gained everyone's attention. While Sylas couldn't be bothered by what the man said, it was the topic of custom tailored judgement that caused him to listen. "We would not be here if it were not for you both," the God looked between himself and Liam. "But in particular you. You will go last," he said to the son of Ares. "You will sit there and watch as every single person here suffers through their trial because of you. And because your judgement is clouded due to some girl... You will suffer through watching her go first, knowing you can do nothing to ease her struggle."

His curiosity piqued when Sloane was called forward. A tactical move by a powerful God. It was a bold move indeed, something Sylas himself would do if he were in Poseidon's shoes. While he might not have someone in his life that it would pain him to see suffer, there was no doubt that it'd make Liam writhe in his seat seeing Sloane go through her illusion... and first. Plus, he was also interested to see what dark and twisted fears toiled in that mind of hers. Others might feel for her and sympathize, Sylas would only see fuel. That's what this whole judgement was to him... a way to see how to get under everyone's skin.

What played out before them, was nothing short of what Sylas expected from his sister. Part of him was impressed that she thought he was capable of such deviousness. She knew him better than he had thought, but better yet, she was scared of what he was capable of. There was no doubt of that. Then there was a scream... nothing like he'd ever heard before. It was blood curdling and sharp... Authentic.

And then there was Heath. Disgustingly boring boy who never seemed to know how to remove his head from the ass of his other siblings... Who, quite frankly, Sylas forgot their names. They bored him. But nevertheless, he watched. Death of a sibling and being severely inadequate to his parent, the later he could understand on some level. His gaze slowly drifted over to the boy and his reunion with his mute sister. Added to his mental check list, to get to Heath involved the mousy blonde. Good to know, although he doubted that knowledge would ever be anything of worth.




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Andy wasted far too much time in the shower. She had been clean for awhile, just enjoying the steamy water on her sore muscles. She was already starting to feel better, in no small part due to Cherise's healing. If it hadn't been for that, she'd probably still be immobile in the med hut. So, sore muscles and ribs was a welcomed preference. But even she couldn't stay locked away in her shower all day. With a sigh, she finally shut off the water and stepped out.

While she was feeling much better, Andy still wasn't near one hundred percent. She opted for clothes that seemed to be easier to get into than some of her others, not that her wardrobe screamed girly girl or anything. The most difficult part was wiggling into her jeans. Thankfully it didn't really hurt, most of her pain was in her torso, but her strength still wasn't back to its prime. So, she had to do a little jig and jump to get them up over her hips.

After slipping on a pair of sneakers, Andy headed out towards the hall. It didn't take her long to get there, and to no surprise, she found Mason had already beat her there and was halfway finished with his breakfast. She made her way over to the food, where Wes stood half dressed and half awake making his own plate. She flashed him a brief smile and just before she was able to grab a plate, the ground began to roar and vibrate beneath them. Her hands reached out and took a hold of the table until everything subsided. And as she turned to look toward Mason, a deep voice carried across camp. "Everyone to the arena, immediately."

Then everything was quiet. Andy didn't bother getting food. She hurried over to Mason instead, looking confused and worried... Like everyone else in the hall did. "What the hell was that?!"

She knew there was no way Mason would let her out of his site when something strange like this was going on, especially in her condition... No matter how much better she felt. This was one time Andy didn't argue. She grabbed an apple before heading to the arena with Mason so he wouldn't nag her about how she didn't eat later, although she doubted it'd get eaten at all.

It wasn't long before they were at the arena and by the time they arrived, nearly everyone was there. Right away she noticed the Gods who were sitting and waiting for their arrival... including her mother. Hecate tried to make eye contact with her, but Andy looked away and continued into the stands. She took a hold of Mason's arm and lead them over so that she could take a seat beside Trinity. She looked over at her friend, giving the blonde a weak smile. But she never said anything. After all, what was there to say?

Andy sat there silent as Poseidon began to address them all. At first, she thought they were just being scolded. A slap on the hand and a finger wag, nothing more. But then he spoke of illusions accompanied by a portal created by her mother. A chill instantly went down her spine at the thought. Andy couldn't fight the panic that began to overwhelm her at the thought of what she'd encounter in there... the underworld? Her brother's death? Or worse, the thing she's been refusing to do or acknowledge?! As the fear began to sink in, she took hold of Mason's hand needing a false sense of security as they went into whatever was ahead.

And then it began, with Sloane no less. The girl walked through the portal and the whole atmosphere of the arena changed. It was like watching a strange immersive play, like a movie playing before their eyes in real time but there was also a weird detachment. It wasn't a spectacle but like looking into someone's mind and watching their thoughts play out. It as private and personal, and it made her feel anxious like reading someone's diary knowing they could round the corner any moment and you'd be caught.

Sloane's trial was terrifying... like something someone would only see in a horror movie. All the blood, manipulation and death. Andy found herself wincing and looking away when Liam slit his throat. Then when she looked back Sloane was covered in his blood like Carrie before letting out a high pitch scream and then the illusion faded. She felt like there need to be time for that to process, for both Sloane and the on lookers. But Poseidon wasted no time and called up his next victim, Heath.

Andy didn't know much about the boy beyond the time they shared in the closet two nights prior. She didn't know what to expect when seeing his own struggles. But his judgement also included death... Why did she feel like that was going to be a reoccurring theme? Heath's didn't seem to be as bloody or intense, but it made it no less emotional. It seemed with every death, her hand only seemed to hold Mason's tighter. Gods she wanted this over quickly.

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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: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor
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ImageOne last theatrical flip and - "Everyone to the arena, immediately." Splat. The pancake missed the pan and fell to the floor. But the voice that called out was one that demanded obedience. Or at least was one he personally didn't want to trifle with. Interesting though. It wasn't Zeus or his spawn.

Daniel turned off the Valis cabin appliances and hurried to the arena for this urgent summoning. He fell into a seat automatically, not caring for once who he ended up by, eyes only intrigued on the congregation of Gods and what was in store for him and fellow peers. From there, Poseidon laid down the law. Daniel's eyes shifted to the Witch-Goddess curiously as she summoned an archway for more of a sense of what was happening. The answer came after, being nothing but bad news. And for calling the attention of the gods and hell to pay, Poseidon even said who they could thank: being Slenderman and Mr. Roids. Usually, one to try find a bright side, Daniel couldn't and he gave a dirty look to the perpetrators. Basically, they all had to be exposed and raw for everyone to see because a couple of campers acted out.

One Sloane Astor was called first and Daniel didn't doubt for a second about how Poseidon told them they'd feel and know nothing else other than the illusion the moment they stepped through the portal. So good luck to her. Because he didn't know the girl, he naively expected less drama. Maybe like giant spiders, but no, they got a whole emotional, brutal and personal horror show. Once again fortifying what a vulnerable time this would be for them all. Nobody could escape the gods' powers or bury their own secrets, traumas, fears. The worst would come.

"Heath Taylor! Step forward!" Another person's deepest fears were put on display for them to see.

"Daniel Vadas!" A part of him wanted to shrink down and go back to having identity issues so he didn't have to stand and expose fears as well as face some buried trauma. But the combination of Poseidon and Ares stern gaze moved him onward and through the portal.


He found himself in the hall, something oppressive in the air. Around him the demigods looked like they used to, demigods he hadn't seen in a year, even Wes in his peripheral had two arms. Daniel stepped up to Andy. "You okay sis? You look like you're ready." And that she was, dressed in battle gear, light armor and armed. He gave her a weak smile before pulling her into a long hug, and he kept holding her for a time.

"I'm kind of terrified," she admitted in a whisper.

Something churned in his gut saying he didn't want to let go. Once he did, bad things would happen. He didn't want anyone to step out of the hall. But he let her go, like it couldn't be helped and tapped her chin unwillingly. "Wish I met you sooner."

"Yeah... Well, we're going to survive this so you can bug me more."

Those words made his heart sink. Oh no. This was worse than de ja vu. Daniel demanded he stop and do something different. Lock the doors, teleport away, etc. but it was like his body was on autopilot and two consciences were clashing. He approached Alex next, dropping off a comment to ease the tension. She sighed and bumped past him, and he couldn't even avoid her literal cold shoulder. He strode to Trinity next, looking for comfort in a plan the Valises hadn't given but most the demigods had already dispersed outside, prepared for a fight as individuals. And he himself followed in doomed footsteps.

Stonemen charged at the demigods, finding gaps through the barrier set around camp and they fought them off for the most part though Daniel felt off balance and like it was all too hectic to handle. They were playing heavy defence. But then the barrier that bought them time started to flicker and crash, making way for the giants to barrel through.

This is when it happened. He wanted to back away, even if his peers thought him a coward, he'd rather run and survive for another day. But he stood his ground, set to make the same mistake, and forced a giant to its knees with his powers. He gave the extra pull with all his might and power, appearing to make the giant's chest leap outward. Stop! Look over your shoulder. Let go! No matter what his voice demanded or how he hoped somebody else could alter this nightmare, he knew what was due.

A harsh pain suddenly emerged, puncturing through his body like a pin cushion, the tip of a blade poking out his chest. The giant smirked. The steel withdrew slowly and the battle continued on around him. "And..-" he couldn't say her name as breath left him. Shortly after, so did his whole life.

From that moment he faced a void. There was nothingness. No Styx, hospital room, Elysium, Underworld. Emptiness. And him all alone. Of course he tried some magic but to no avail. "Mom?" he called, pacing around.

Slowly, his limitless cage did begin to take on some cloudy shapes. The first that materialised was a pyre. Some demigods gathered around but no tears were shed and there was some bullshit organic speech made. "A good friend and acquaintance to us all, he will be missed." Daniel scoffed unimpressed, meanwhile people phased right through him when returning to their cabins. If this was the departure he got as the last farwell...where was Andy!? Or Mason. Despite his suspicions he did try snapping his fingers in a couple of demigods faces, demanding attention but he didn't exist to them.

It took a bit of wandering to locate his sister, but when he found her she had reserved herself to crying and scribbling on some paper. Daniel hated to see her in such a state so he crept closer. "I'm still here, you're not alone." But Andy didn't even twitch. He frowned stepping closer to see she had a small fire going, and she tossed in a locket, symbols etched into the table. "Hey, no, no, whatever voodoo you're doing, stop."

As expected his sister didn't respond. Hecate emerged from another room. "You're sure about this?"

Daniel's eyes narrowed into a squint and he peeked over Andy's shoulder spotting a memory spell. Before he could order not to, they were off with the chanting. Daniel stood there stunned she could do such a thing without second thought- even if there was a second thought, she did it regardless! Hecate was partly to blame but Andy he had more hope in, she had to have more sense than that. His heart pounded dangerously at the betrayal and consequences to follow. Andy's face went blank and her emotions seemed to subside, and she wiped away some tears like they were foreign.

Image "The effects of war toll us all. But at least you didn't lose anybody important," Hecate said.

His eyes lifted to a glare on his mother before he turned and walked away. Daniel paced off to inspect the domino effect of the spell. No photos of him, no cabin or possessions, no furniture, no gravesite. They had plunged him into a state of non-existence entirely. "What have you done?"

Somebody had to remember something or see him. He tried several attempts to get attention, from ghosting things to trying to shake his peers, the frustration and reality only settling in with every passing second. He'd rather the blissful abyss.

"Hey." A gorgeous brunette offered an assuring smile, emanating instant comfort, warmth and trust.

Daniel mirrored her smile and started towards her. Of course, if anyone could pull a miracle, it'd be her. Somebody passed through him, wrapping Cherise up in an arm and they walked off together.

Daniel fell against a wall in defeat. Before he knew it, his palm then fist struck at it a few times before sliding down. Erased from existence entirely.... He hugged his legs and hung his head down wishing there was no after life for him. That he died and the lights simply went out.

A breeze hit his skin and Daniel lifted his head from the ball he was morphing into. He was in the arena - no. He was back in the arena. A tear escaped his eye from what he was suppressing in the illusion and he returned to his seat with what left over dignity allowed.




xxxxxxMason Hughson
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He had showered, headed to the hall for something to eat, and just at the tail end of his breakfast, Andy came through. She only had to wait a little longer but he guessed patience wasn't her virtue. However that turned out to be the least of his worries.

The ground shook beneath them. Mason tried to jump to his feet, but as quick as it came it subsided, followed by a voice ordering them to meet in the arena. Mason gave the same startled and confused expression as Andy had to him when she flashed by his side. "What the hell was that?!"

He held her for a second though the semi quake had gone. "I have no idea." He looked her over, checking she was okay. The only outstanding condition being her emotional state, like a lot of people's in that moment. "Stay close, okay?" Mason rubbed her arm before releasing her.

The only thing to do from there was listen to the voice and head to the arena. When he saw the Gods lying in wait for them, he felt immediate dread and they all willingly signed their executions, trapping themselves in the Gods mercy. But, he had to note, at least there was no Zeus. Where was the big guy?

Mason let himself absently get dragged along with Andy expecting to see Zeus emerge and punish them all for not bowing before Alex and Ajax. Although there was no Zeus taking the reins, Mason wasn't far off the truth. Poseidon dove into a lecture of how pathetic there quarelling was. He didn't mind the scolding so much even if it did hit home but then there was the catch. A supposed solution that Mason hated right away. They'd enter an illusion where they bare all. It seemed he wasn't the only one to dislike the idea as Andy grabbed his hand, her demeanor changing into a frightened deer's.

He clenched her hand leaning towards her, eyes on the portal as Sloane approached. "It'll be over quickly. You and Daniel will thrive in an illusion."

Turned out watching the first victim's to the Gods punishment wasn't very quick or painless. The girl had layers of issues in her illusion and they all got to see it. Mason swallowed guiltily for offering Andy sweet nothings. Then Sloane was told to stay and watch everyone else's. Great.

The hair model was called next. His illusion was also soul bearing and a spectacle for everyone. Somewhere in the seats the emotional mute was getting antsy and causing scene. He supposed it did hurt seeing the ones you love in pain. Meanwhile Andy was gripping his hand tighter. "It's okay," he whispered.

Like the universe had to counter everything he said, Daniel was summoned next. Even he looked weary about the whole process. Once Daniel's began to play out, Mason quickly recognized it was the beginning of the war last year. Daniel had a giant down, and Mason found himself in Iliana's shoes for once, wanting to lunge out of his seat and help him or support him as one would a football game or something. Come on, buddy. He saw one of those stonemen slip behind him. The blade ran its course, piercing through Daniel and Mason winced.

Where was he at that time? Why wasn't anyone watching Daniel's back? Mason risked a look at Andy in the corner of his eyes as Daniel's hell rolled onwards until he was some forgotten ghost. Mason thought on that for a bit. A life without Daniel ever entering, or, knowing about him. He guessed if there ever was some poltergeist at camp, it'd be Daniel driving himself mad in loneliness.

Mason followed his friend all the way back to his seat. He'd be okay. Once they finished up here, Mason would see him and they'd talk some things out.

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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: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor Character Portrait: Penelope Givens Character Portrait: Rae Meadows Character Portrait: Kohana Conrad
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xxxxx"Rumor around the Myth mill is that none of you asshats have any room to talk about fighting over a girl. And you Ares - you like seeing you children caged like animals. Don’t you? First it was my sister, now it’s me. You’re a little bitch, and I swear - one day, you’re going to regret the day I was born."

xxxxxAt first, the Gods were silent. No, they did not take kindly to being spoken to in such a manner. But they would have their moment. Throughout the angered son of Ares' tirade, Poseidon moved to his feet, turning his attention fully to the boy. Although no words fell from his lips.

xxxxx"I don’t give a fuck, Fishboy. Now everyone here will remember how much you’ve all abandoned your children. I wonder if that little girl - what’s her name, Alex? I wonder if this would have been her treatment had she been anyone else’s child. In fact - where is she? The rest of us have gutless duds for godly parents. So unlucky... I wonder how everyone else feels about that..."

xxxxxOnce the noble speech had finished, Poseidon took a step forward toward the railing of the balcony. His eyes were piercing as they did not waiver from Liam. "I have listened to your words, no matter how disrespectful they were. And now you will heed mine." He briefly looked over to Hecate. "Bind him in place and for everyone's sake, silence him."

xxxxxWith a wave of Hecate's hand, a chain appeared in the concrete between Liam's feet. It stretched to about knee height and connected to the restraints between his hands. It then tightened, just enough to keep his hands restricted to his lap. Then a simple gag wrapped around his head, not too tight or uncomfortable, but enough to keep Liam from running his mouth further.

xxxxx"I have no control over Zeus. You and I both know that, boy. So, while I may agree that Alex Valis deserves to be here just as much as you, if not more, that is not within my power." He slammed his trident down into the ground, demanding the boy's respect and attention. "You may judge our misdeeds however you like. But perhaps you are too thick to comprehend that we might be trying to keep you all from repeating our mistakes."

xxxxxPoseidon began to pace along the length of the balcony railing as he continued. "While you may not like the love you get from your parent. Nor the rest of you from your parents," he added motioning to the rest of the demigods. "It is what we are capable of. You forget that we are Gods. And whether you like it or not, we have responsibilities that are more important than just you." He pointed his index finger at Liam.

xxxxx"You are an adult," his voice practically hissed. "And you demand to be treated as such. But you have to earn that respect and act like an adult." Poseidon had no other words. He left his scolding at that and retook his seat.

xxxxxAnd while, one would think Ares would have strong words to say, he did not give his son the satisfaction of getting angered like Liam so wished. He didn't even look in his son's direction as he addressed him. "You embarrass yourself with your foul mouth, boy." He hooked his thumb under his chin while his index finger rubbed above his upper lip. "You disrespect me... And you disrespect your sister with your poor attitude and carelessness." He shook his head and let out a deep sigh. "You disappoint me."

xxxxxThen the Gods were silent. They sat stoic like statues as Sloane's trial played out before them like some macabre play. Her screams echoed throughout the arena when she finished. Once she returned to the stands and took her seat, Poseidon abruptly stood up, slamming his trident into the ground to gain Liam's attention. "You see that! You see what your anger and lack of control has accomplished. The girl you fought so valiantly for... won't even look at you. So sit there, in your arrogance as your dig yourself deeper into the hole of your own making and suffer. Because with each word that falls from your lips, you isolate yourself."

xxxxxPoseidon picked up his trident and pointed it at the demigods. "Not all of you deserve this. But discipline isn't enough." He began to address everyone. "You laugh in the face of authority. So I am left with no choice but to punish them so that you learn." With his next words, only briefly, there was softness and compassion. "I enjoy this no more than you. But if you continue to test me, I won't be so forgiving."

xxxxxThere was silence for some time. Two more trials passed without another outburst. But the quiet was short lived. At the calling of Rae's name, she too had words she wished to be shared. Same note, different tune. She began to ruffle feathers enough to draw words from Artemis. But again, Poseidon waited. "Hypocrites is too light a term for the gods. Isn’t that right, mother? "Yet, I will go before you have to move a finger and strain yourself for your daughter. Just know that I do plan on being a changed woman when I come out. I will remember this injustice as a personal slight against my person. I do hold grudges."

xxxxx"As do I, Ms. Meadows," He sad coldly as he looked towards the fiery red head and then the crowd. "If one more person speaks out of turn and disrespects myself, or the other Gods. I will lock you in Tartarus for a month... so help me."