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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.





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So begins...

Wesley Preston's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor Character Portrait: Rae Meadows
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Sloane didn't know what was worse, the trial or fighting. The Gods weren't perfect, nor did everyone like them. But yelling at them was just stupid. They were naive to think that they would idly sit by and accept such disrespect. That's not how you talk to a God... hell, that's not how you talk to your elders. Liam's words only stirred the already chaotic pot that was the arena. So much, that Poseidon hardly let her take her seat before using her as an example.

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Where do I go?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or...

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

Then silence.

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor Character Portrait: Penelope Givens Character Portrait: Rae Meadows
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Demeter- Goddess of Harvest
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Up in Olympus where things were much calmer, Athena let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. Seeing these trials was not easy to watch, even for her. Heath's trial was the hardest watch for her personally, even though it was very tame. Maybe it was because that WAS her son. Athena would be honest, she was never the most maternal compared to others like Hestia and Demeter, but she still cared for all of her offspring. The outbursts of Ares's boy and Artemis's daughter were very disrespectful, but Athena believed in hearing both sides of the story so she didn't dismiss their words outright. She had been watching the entire situation through a huge mirror in her private chambers. Her thoughts were interrupted though when Demeter knocked on the door and came in.

"Athena, I heard that Hephaetus finished making that pendant for Lia. I know Hecate was suppose to work on it next, do you know where she is?"

"Come over here and see for yourself."

Demeter came over just in time to see Cherise's trial.

"What is going on? What is Poseidon, Apollo, and the others doing?"

"Showing their deepest secrets, fears, and hidden pasts. There was another fight and Poseidon has had enough so he's having others 'bear their souls' so it's an even playing field. Heath has already gone. Iliana hasn't gone yet. I wouldn't be surprised if her trial was about what happened to her father and her imprisonment."

Demeter's face paled.

"No . . . . she hasn't recovered and her mind couldn't handle remember everything. She doesn't even remember she killed her father's murderer."

"She could use this to become stronger though. This could also be a message to others why they must be careful around humans. Have faith in your daughter, Demeter and even if she breaks, Heath and the others will help her mend. Isn't that why Apollo told Cherise a bit about Iliana?"

Demeter, trying to keep herself together, just stared as the trials continue.




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Ethan was starting to feel uncomfortable as the trials continued. Heath was very rattled after him and he was a very stable person. Ethan, who could be an emotional person, couldn't help but feel his own anxiety rise up as he watched Daniel's trial. Even Heath had somewhat recovered and paid close attention to Daniel's. The man perplexed him so he wanted some understanding of what was up with this guy. However, the trial only confused Heath more. He died? Or did he fear dying? Heath wasn't in the state to think about it more. He felt a lot of sympathy about the last part of his trial though. No one wanted to be forgotten.

Poor Iliana couldn't look at any of the trials. She kept her face covered in her hands and literally buried herself into Heath's shoulder. It was bad enough that she could feel the emotions from those in the arena, she didn't need to see what was happening. She tried shutting her mind down, but couldn't, the emotions were too strong. The despair she felt from Daniel was almost too much. Due to her own emotional turmoil, it had started to rain outside the arena.

Nelly honestly didn't know how she should act at a time like this. It certainly wasn't a good time to be 'light-hearted'. One thing was for sure, she wasn't bound to blast at the gods like Liam did. What was wrong with the guy? He was only going to make himself look worse. Then Rae came up and let her opinion be known too. Her fellow red-head seemed to be the smart type, the fact that she basically back talked to her mother was not a smart movie. Sure, Nelly, had gotten into trouble with her own mother, but even she knew not to talk back in a public setting. Still, she could help but feel bad for both. She thought about her father, Hermes, he was hardly ever around, but Nelly didn't know what he was doing. Her mother raised her to never jump the gun until she knew all the facts. It was one of the most important rules she had as a journalist. She had seen how corrupted journalists or any news media people could get and was determined not to be that way, something Nelly admired. Watching Rae's trial it was pretty standard, but not less scary, especially Rae's reaction. Up next was Evelyn. Now her trial was the most unique. It didn't have any death, but instead something completely different. Who was the guy in her vision? Nelly would ask her later when she got the chance. She didn't expect an answer, but Nelly's curiosity was peaked. After Evelyn, the guy she just met, Wesley, was up. His was another heartbreaker. Yeah she could see why he didn't want to be useless. Heath felt the same way. He knew he was a fighter, but a planner. But everyone did have their place and he was positive Wes would find his.

Finally it came time for Cherise. Concern over Apollo's daughter caused Iliana to look at the girl briefly as she went through the portal. A part of her wish she hadn't done that though for the scenario was something Iliana couldn't keep her eyes away. It was something she would have feared seeing also- civil war. It was pitiful, but Iliana was a bit glad the faces were blurred, otherwise she would have probably gone berserk. Once the trial was over, Iliana made a mental note to check on her and Wesley after this was over and also Sloane.

As soon as Cherise took her seat, Poseidon spoke up, "Penelope Givens, step up!"

Nelly took a deep breath as she stood up.

"Whelp, wish me luck guys," she said with a nervous laugh.

Anyone could tell she was scared. Wanting to get it done and over with, Nelly walked quickly to the portal. She did hesitate for a minute, looking at her fellow campers, she gave one more brave, but fake, smile with thumbs up before going through it.

She was exploring and in her natural element. She'd been lucky to get permission to explore a tropical rainforest. If only she could share this moment with her mother. She could tolerate the humidity. She was from Louisiana after all. Looking at the environment around her, she notice that it was starting to get dark. Time to set up camp. Setting up her tent, she heard a bunch of noises, but it didn't bother her, at least not a first. Was that crying? What a strange thing to hear. Unless it was a baby animal looking for it's mother. The need to check it out overwhelmed her senses and she decided to investigate it, taking her water, compass, and flashlight with her. She couldn't find the source of the cry, but she came across something odd though. It looked like a newspaper article on the trunk of a tree. In big bold letters, the headline was this-

Disgraced Journalist Linda Givens sent to an Asylum

"WHAT?! This is so a lie! Mother was never crazy!"

Reading the article out loud, the story went out one of her mother's articles caught attention from the wrong people and they set about to bring out her downfall, from playing tricks on her to talking about her past love affairs, even with a local state representative. Nelly found herself shaking as she collapsed to her knees. Lies! All lies! She kept repeating the words over and over, not realizing she was shouting out loud. She had to get out of here and help her mother! Rushing back towards her camp, she suddenly stumbled over a tree root, and fell forward, but instead of falling into the ground, the ground vanished and she fell into a deep hole. Suddenly she saw spikes coming at her at a fast rate. Having a fear of needles and a low pain-tolerances she cried out teleported herself out of her situation, only to end back up in fairly normal situation. She was in the home of her mother, only she was 6 years old and crying.

"Mommy, I had a scary dream . . . . ."

The auburn hair woman just looked at her with a smile.

"Sorry to hear that dearies. Lunch is ready, I'd thought I try something different. It's peanut butter and jelly. Try it, you might like it."

The little girl took a bite of it, only to suddenly start choking as her face swelled as well as her neck. She could hardly hear her mother break out into a scream as she collapsed and started shaking like she was convulsing. Was this how she died? Those were her final thoughts as everything went black.


"OH F--k!" Nelly gasped as air returned to her lungs.

Scrambling up, she quickly checked her neck before remembering everything had been an illusion. That last one had been an actual memory though. Not a fun way to discover she had a nut allergy. Lucky for Nelly, her father had suddenly turned up at that exact moment with Apollo in tow. He had to literally dragged the sun god with him when he saw Nelly collapse. Being a fast traveling god had it's advantages. Making sure she was okay though, Nelly got up, although she discovered there were still tears in her eyes. The idea of anything happened to her mother terrified her as nothing else did and she knew she'd be contacting her soon for reassurance.

"I hope never to do that again," Nelly commented to no one in particular as she staggered back to her seat.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One second passed. And then another...

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters
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Andy sat next to her and Trinity mirrored her poor smile. Beyond that, the two didn't converse and paid attention to the illusions.

Wes and herself were undoubtedly due up at some point, but hearing his name struck a panic chord in her. She wasn't sure who squeezed who but she felt anxious and restless that he had to go through the archway that converted most peers to silence and sadness. These trials were breaking people. "I'll be right back. Ok?" Trinity did the stupid thing of letting his hand go.

In his world, Alex was a bitch, which wouldn't have been all that surprising, except even Trinity knew Wesley was in her good books and she didn't speak to him that way. Wes and Alex adored each other. She hated seeing him regarded so poorly. But whatever she wanted to do to the illusion of Alex..she wanted to do to the vision of herself worse. Trinity watched and listen to herself tear Wes apart, her face contorting between confusion and pain. It nearly drove her insane to watch. Watching his heart break, broke her own. But the final straw was when he abandoned himself to the enemies in the woods. Trinity jumped to her feet, but a sharp look from her father demanding not to cause a commotion too made her pause and jaw twitch. She sunk back down watching Wes embrace his doom with no care for himself.

She frowned when he came to, begging for him to look at her but he never did. God, this was such bullshit. In typical Trinity fashion, her sadness and stress turned to frustration. She was frustrated at the gods, frustrated at Wes...Why couldn't he just keep fighting? Why did they all have to go through this crap? Extort Sylas' and Liam's fears for them all to see. Punish them! Or better yet let Liam get it out of his system and do some pest extermination. If Alex got a free pass why couldn't he?

The reel of nightmares rolled on, Trinity watching with her arms crossed, unenthused and aching to punch something. And then finally, the one that deserved it was called upon like music to her ears. Boy did she make sure to perk up and tune in to his little slice of paradise. A mountain of familiar bodies laid as corpses causing her to arch a brow while Sylas contained the bloodied sword. Liam, Wes, her. Again, it was an odd sensation to see yourself in another's head, whether as a bitch or lifeless. But did they need more proof to evict him from camp? He just "hypothetically" killed them all to appease the goddess on top of them all. But boy did it get better when Sloane came along and stabbed him. Suffer. And the thought looped on repeat.

Of course, Trinity considered moving next to Wes. But another part of her didn't want to move because neither of them needed her lecture right now or eyes on them. Maybe he wanted to be alone anyway. Meanwhile, she needed to be alone when she was feeling so destructive and hateful. She'd be called upon sooner or later anyway.

"It won't be long now..." she heard Andy speak her mind.





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Welsey, Cherise, Nelly. Evelyn watched them all but not with the same intrigue as before. She couldn't quite analyze, decipher and invest in others illusions when her own plagued her mind. She shot a wry glance to Nemesis now and then but her mother was trained and intent on the trials that exposed themselves. Subconsciously, she cupped her wrist where Reece had his vice grip on her.

"Sylas Astor. Step forward." Evelyn's eyes lifted from her wrist to the son of Eris. His test was one that would hold her utmost attention, since he was not only an enigma but part of the cause they were all here. Somehow she was expecting a last trick pulled from his sleeve, something to somehow distort his true demons.

But he couldn't escape it either and the illusion played crystal clear for them all to see. Sylas was blood soaked and exerted with a pile of bodies before him. Her gut churned as her eyes worked from bottom to the top to reveal significant features of the demigods and her own corpse among them, and a woman – a Goddess, standing on top of her body. To treat them as disposable insects made sense for the Goddess, but Sylas showed no flicker of emotion. Thanks to his illusion, he now demonstrated where they stood for him. They were just objects in his playground until he wanted something else. She wasn't excluded from that category, and she wouldn't let herself forget it, staring at her own lifeless body.

She winced as the one assumed to be Eris shoved her body further from the pile. Meanwhile, Eris and him discussed his failed duty to wipe everyone from camp. Then Sloane appeared and finished the job, plunging the blade through his chest. Evelyn's breath hitched in her throat. There it was. The illusion of Eris verified his insecurities. "My dear boy. It was never going to be you."

Evelyn watched him experience his life fade away all too intently. Did he have regrets? Life flashing before his eyes or was all his energy consumed on trying to grasp onto life with a family that he simply wouldn't be good enough for?

The illusion faded and like many that experienced death, Sylas was left gasping for air and clawing at reality again. Evelyn cupped her throat finding herself daring for him to look at her, even if she did find it unsettling. But he did his best to avoid everyone's eyes and return to the stands.

What was it she was feeling? Beyond the horror and shock there was...disappointment. Sylas had said he was bad and, she knew manipulative, but then there was monstrous and completely inhuman. A league of his own. Still he reacted in no way. She averted her cold judgemental gaze, not realizing how tense her whole being was until Sylas was completely seated again. Evelyn hugged herself. Then before even she could help it, she was on her feet and moved to Sloane's row.

There was no interrogation, nor silent questions or pleas for answers, fake smiles or greetings. Evelyn's only intention was a united front sitting with her. Evelyn considered some dialogue rather than sit with her in silence, but the only thing she could think to ask was how she was coping. And that answer seemed to be the same all across the board. So silent support it was. Something Evelyn didn't feel the need to justify unless asked.

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Theo unfurled from his wolf state back into his normal self as he broke the tree line to camp. The best part about living at the edge of camp, among the outermost forest, was being able to come and go as he pleased without anyone really knowing. Still, he had to admit to himself that he had probably been going on his wolf trips a bit too frequently lately, neglecting his duty to "watch over" the camp. Things were just so tense. Theo didn't care for the fact that people he cared for were literally clashing with one another. He certainly didn't like the idea of having to pick a side. Sometimes, it was just easier for him to get away.

Upon approaching his cabin, Theo noticed that camp was eerily quiet. The usual faint noise of mid day bustle from the heart of camp that only he would be able to hear from this distance was notably absent. It did not necessarily draw too much concern from him though. Theo opted for a much needed quick shower and a change of clothes. He stepped out on his balcony for a brief moment to look out over the camp. Hmmmm... not a person in sight. Theo scooped up his bow and quiver, slinging them over his shoulder as he set out on his way. As he made his way down the path, he started to pick up faint murmurs from the direction of the arena. Theo felt an uneasiness come over him. Having everyone gathered in one place at this time of day was uncommon unless something important was happening. Can I not come back to a normal day for once? The noises got more distinct as he came closer and closer to the arena. He was to the point where he could basically pick out certain voices. Theo slowed slightly to listen more intently.

”Wesley Preston, please step forward.”

What the hell? Was that... Poseidon? Why was he here? What in the world was going on? Theo was thoroughly confused. As he approached the arena, he chose to enter with caution. Circling around to the back, Theo peeked into the arena just in time to see Wes disappear into the archway. No one could really see him yet, so he used the moment to take in the situation. There were the gods standing around that ominous looking archway, facing Theo's fellow campers. The campers' expressions were a mix between nervous and mortified. The Valis' were nowhere to be found. They must have left for Olympus in his absence. Theo caught a glimpse of Trinity. She looked bothered, distressed even. Andy looked nervous. Then there were the gods, Theo's mother Artemis among them. They looked annoyed. For some reason, Artemis had her gaze trained on Rae with a look of disappointment that was eerily familiar to Theo. What the hell was that about?

Turning his attention to what was going on with Wes in the archway, Theo tried to figure out what was going on. This whole situation looked downright brutal. Wes was in a battle on the camp grounds. Everyone was there. It’s not like what was going on in the archway was an inaccurate representation of Wes in battle. Then, out of nowhere, Theo heard himself. He was right there, kissing Trinity. Theo felt a twinge of longing as he watched archway Trinity tell archway Theo that she loved him. That moment clearly destroyed Wes, and Theo watched as Wes succumbed to the battle around him. He wasn’t sure where it came from, but Theo actually felt bad for Wes as he appeared back in the arena. He almost came out of the shadows then. He just wasn’t really sure what was going on yet. Staying put, he watched as Cherise, Penelope, Sylas, Liv, and Ethan came in and out of the archway, each one experiencing things just as shattering as the one before.

With his hand keen on his bow, he finally stepped into view of the gathering and spoke up. "Hi... ummmm sorry I missed the memo on the camp meeting, but can someone please tell me what the hell is going on here? Theo's confusion certainly came out in his tone and body language as he glanced between the campers and the gods before setting his eyes on Artemis. "Mother?" basically shrugging the question in the direction of his mother, looking for answers.

Theo's mother smiled at him gently. "Theo dear, I was wondering where you were. Please, relax your bow hand." Artemis spoke calmly, almost too calmly for Theo's liking considering the anxious state of his friends. "Several of us on Olympus decided the drama and fighting was getting out of hand. We are simply here to set the priorities straight at this camp. That being said, we felt it necessary to put each one of you through a trial of sorts. Make you face your fears. Allow you to see the consequences should you as a group continue to put drama before training, or, in your case, not be present at all."

Theo eased up slightly, letting his right hand fall away from his bow and to his side. "Fighting? I've only been gone a day and a half..." his voice trailed off as he took another look at the campers. It was at this point that Theo noticed Mason's face. He had certainly been involved in one of these fights. Theo slowly made his way over to the group of campers. "I assume since I'm here, you have a trial prepared for me as well. Let's get on with it, I guess."

Theo took his seat right behind Trinity, leaning forward to whisper to her. "I wasn't gone that long. What the hell happened?"

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An interval from the nagging knot in her stomach came by Theo's official entrance. “Hi... ummmm sorry I missed the memo on the camp meeting, but can someone please tell me what the hell is going on here? Mother?”

You oblivious, idiot. Get out! Run for the hills! Yet he remained with that same en-guarde confused look as Artemis got him up to speed. Trinity shook her head to herself, glancing to the archway.

“Fighting? I've only been gone a day and a half...” his voice faded for a moment. “I assume since I'm here, you have a trial prepared for me as well. Let's get on with it, I guess.”

Trinity clenched her biceps harder, fighting the urge snap her head in his direction and shout out a sharp "idiot!". He really had no clue what was in store, how others were feeling and he had the chance to not even be here. They were suffering with or without him, it didn't make a difference.

She heard the lightest scuffle behind her, meanwhile, Mason was called. “I wasn't gone that long. What the hell happened?” Theo whispered.

She sighed out, keeping her eyes ahead. “Artemis just about covered it,” she replied lowly. “We've been at each other's throats. Alex had a go at Andy, somebody wants to kill the other, Liam went for Sylas and that was the final straw so the gods decided to interfere. Now we all get to be tortured and exposed.”

That was the reality of it and Mason's illusion exhibited the hell they all went through and had to go through yet. Trinity glanced to Andy checking how she responded but she didn't offer any words. What was there to say after all?

“Trinity Wallace.”

Startled, her eyes flickered suddenly to the gods, as if she hadn’t heard them right. But who else sounded like Trinity and Wallace. Besides, nobody else budged. She pushed off her seat and walked herself down with no clue what would show itself.

Trinity was in a large arena, the crowd of several thousands of people cheering and roaring. But there were seats that stood out above others and there, Ares was situated. Around her, numerous corpses already laid lifeless. She felt a warmth along her neck and put her hand up to tend to the strange source. It felt wet and Trinity inspected her red fingertips. But she wasn't hurt, on the contrary she never felt so alive and empowered and adrenalized. She tilted her head back closing her eyes, absorbing the blood and violence, the rage and energy that surrounded her. This was her element. Her domain. Her arena.

“Ares, Ares, Ares!”

A faint smile touched her lips and she opened her eyes, finally seeing the worship that was due. So it was his arena. As the gate rolled up, a gigantic man approached. She scooped up a spear in the sand and flipped it around walking up to him. Better to keep this guy at a distance, he has reach and size. She threw her weapon at the naked piece of armour in his leg. As he shouted and fell to his knees, Trinity rushed up to him and kneed him in the face with such force he collapsed backward. Trinity yanked out her spear and gave him a moment to recover from the stun of impact then prepared her blade over his head. “I have a family,” he wheezed.

“So do I,” she replied. She plunged the weapon downwards, feeling it pierce through flesh and bone, to which the crowd roared again.

She flipped her hair back out of her face and met Ares eyes who nodded at her. Trinity headed for the gate to join her father's side.

“We have two more opponents who will battle for the undefeated Scarlet Queen!” Scarlet Queen? A little theatrical but she liked that. And battle for? Well... “Two more who share the power of the gods in their own veins!” Curiosity got the better of her, and she looked over her shoulder. Out stepped Theo and Wes. Trinity's heart stopped. They squinted at the harsh light of the arena, looked confused at first but then their eyes darkened and body tensed. Suddenly they went for one another like ravenous beasts. Fists collided with faces and bodies, and they threw each other against the stone wall. The crowd spurring them on.

ImageIt was so violent from both sides she was in shock for a moment. She had seen them angry before but this was something beyond anger. Trinity looked up at Ares who had his eyes set on them.

“Hey!” She marched forward but was held back.

Ares fiery gaze moved to her. “Would you like to choose who lives and dies, or let natural selection take place?”

“This is not natural selection, this is you playing god!”

“Because I am a God!” Trinity jumped at his harsh bellow. “Do you think my entire existence was without sacrifice?”

Fine, she got message. Trinity flipped the man that held her and swiftly slit his throat. She ran to the boys who had nothing but hate in their eyes. Theo picked up a weapon and Trinity tugged on his armed wrist sharply. Wes took the opening to kick Theo. She tried to get between them, countering and defending but it was proving a task. “Stop!”

They all but shoved her out of the way to lunge at each other again. Trinity clenched her teeth. There was no speaking sense behind the rage of Ares but maybe she could redirect it. “It's me! You're angry at me. I waste your time. I'll never say how I feel. You're both...soft and weak.”

They earned some distance from each other and their dark gazes moved on her. Ah the male pride.. Theo was the first to strike at her. Trinity was sure to deflect and just as she punched him in the ribs hoping to wind him, Wes gave her a blow to her gut and grabbed a fistful of her hair. Before he could smash her face into the stone, Trinity braced herself with a gasp. She used the wall as leverage to spring back sending them both toppling over. She turned quickly and readied a fist but for that split second, she hesitated. That's when she was attacked again from the side.

The brawl continued relentlessly, the two tag-teaming to beat the holy crap out of her. If they weren't busy wanting the privilege to kill her as an individual she might have already been dead. But...she had lost one of her opponents. Theo was heading for his weapon of choice. Trinity sprinted over and threw her hip and shoulder into him as he retrieved the bow. They wrestled for control. Every blow she copped pushed her away from her defensive game and further into fury. Suddenly she gained the bow, only realizing too late because Theo plucked a closer weapon. Before he hacked into flesh, Trinity intercepted with her hand and cried out as the blade poked through it. She put her knee on his throat growling and watching him writhe before loading the bow, and drawing the string back to aim at his head. Then had a better idea. She turned her hips, adjusted her aim and shot him in the leg. Trinity jumped off, pulled his hands together above his head and crucified the rat.

Now, opponent number two. Wes came from behind, daggers in hand. He slashed out and swiped with such rhythm Trinity had no choice but to back away. He made a move for her heart and Trinity braced herself against his assault. Her muscles trembled against his. She yelled out as the tip of the metal began to sink into her chest. She hit his wrists away, summoned a blade and buried one into his own chest.

The rage seemed to fade in time for her to realize just what she had hit. Wes swayed a little and the look of betrayal with his face contorted in pain wounded her beyond belief. Trinity went to support his weight -

Suddenly a large hand snatched her throat, lifting her from the ground then slammed her down on the earth. “When I give you my blood and strength you do as I say,” Ares snarled, squeezing hard. Trinity clawed at his hand and tried to push him away, her efforts only a feeble attempt. Ares released her and Trinity gasped for Imageair and coughed turning to her side looking at Wes’s body. She scrambled to him desperately, pressing her hand against the wound.

Hope. Blind, stupid hope was all it was because deeper down Trinity knew it was too late. She saw his empty stare, making her head fall to his chest. She whimpered until it turned into a stream of tears, sobbing, her whole chest aching. “I love you. I love you so much,” she croaked for only his deceased body to hear, causing her whole body to shake. Trinity held him tighter, hugging him to her.

Then he was gone. She fell forward catching herself with an arm while the other cradled her stomach. The whole thing vanished, and she was knelt on the ground surrounded by her peers gawking eyes. Trinity wiped away her tears and slowly straightened. Rather than get to her feet and hold her head high as she intended, she remained on her knees for a time trying to get her bearings, blink back the remaining tears and trudged to her seat, eyes lowered and returned without engaging in eye contact or commentary. Never had she felt a pain like that.

The blood was gone, Theo was in one piece, Wes was alive, but that heaviness and pit of dread echoed all through her. She wrapped another arm around herself.


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Theo showing up was a pleasant surprise. Nelly had nearly forgotten the guy she met briefly the other night. He'd been hunting? It also seemed his mother was Artemis. Did that mean he was Rae's brother? Nelly wondered if the two knew they were related. She remembered their interaction and it didn't look like they knew. However, Nelly forgot about Theo again as the next trial commenced, which just happened to be Mason.

Heath watched that trial with a keen eye. It couldn't be easy being an offspring of Hades. The god caused issues last year at camp. Heath almost wished he had been there, but last year he was too busy trying to help his sister.

After Mason, it was Trinity's turn. Her trial was very fitting seeing how violent it was. Ethan felt himself flinch at the sight of all the bodies and the slaughter that was taking place. His heart went out for Trinity when Theo and Wesley showed up in it. He stole a glance at Iliana, who was crying again. To Ethan though, it seemed there was a possible love triangle going on, but it ended in tragedy.

Iliana didn't know how much she could take of this. She was falling apart inside. She wanted to comfort each of the campers, even Sylas. This was not right. However all thoughts exit her mind when Poseidon spoke again after Trinity sat down.

"Iliana Remington-Taylor."

Her blood ran cold and she could feel herself shaking. Heath turned to his sister, fear evident in his eyes. Both of them had a pretty good idea what was in store for Iliana and they weren't ready for it. Iliana was too scared to move at first, but Poseidon said her name again, much sterner this time. Shaking wildly, Iliana managed to stand up. Slowly she walked into the arena. Her eyes sought Apollo's as tears coursed down her face. She looked at the god, hoping he could stop her from doing this. Apollo looked at her sadly and shook his head. The god knew what Iliana had gone through and now everyone else would see it. Reality was scarier then any fear. Still crying and shaking, Iliana passed through the barrier.

It was dark and quiet. It always took awhile for Iliana to go to sleep because the darkness was unsettling. It’s why her daddy gave her a nightlight. He always made her feel at ease. She had been sleeping soundly when a noise woke her up. It was a noise she didn’t recognize at all. Maybe it was Daddy. Iliana thought to go back to sleep, but then she heard voices. One of them sounded like her daddy. Wanting to make sure he was okay, the little girl crawled out of her bed. The floor was made out of carpet so her feet never got cold, but she felt a chill up her spine though as fear entered her heart. Her father sounded distressed. Getting a flashlight shaped like a flower, she turned it on and managed to open the door to her room. Her room was on the first floor near her father’s room. Mommy couldn’t live with them due to her job. That’s what her parents said at least.

Walking down the hallway she heard the voices get louder and clearer. The anger and fear she was feeling from those people started making her shake, but she kept on walking. Soon she made it to the family room in time to see someone in black hit her father, who was trying to prevent him from getting into the hallway. The light was on in the room.

”Daddy!” Iliana cried out, gaining the attention of the stranger and her father.

“Lia, sweetie, run, get back!” Carter Remington pleaded as he staggered to his feet, desperate to protect his little girl.

The stranger suddenly sprinted forward and grabbed Iliana by the waist. Iliana felt something cold being held against her head as she tried squirming to get away from this man. What she didn’t realize was he was holding a gun to her head.

“Seems like I found your weak spot old man. Now you’re going to give me all of your material possessions or this little brat gets it.”

”Daddy . . .” Iliana started to cry.

“It’s okay baby, everything is going to be all right,” her father assured her as he started putting things in the bag the robber had brought.

Iliana kept trying to get loose but the man had a strong hold on her. She started getting angry and felt energy within her. Her mother told her she was special. Suddenly the man doubled over in pain as his stomach felt like it got stabbed. What he didn’t realize was that Iliana used her Induce Hunger ability on him for the first time. The man dropped the girl. Carter, in his desire to protect his daughter, lunged at the man to get the gun away from him. Sadly, the man was stronger and recovered from his pain. Time seemed to slow down as the robber managed to push Carter off of him, aimed his gun, and shot Carter right in the chest. Iliana didn’t know what she was seeing as she saw red liquid spread through her daddy’s t-shirt.

“Ili . . . an . . . a. . .” he stammered before dropping to the ground, never to wake up again.

Iliana screamed as the wind picked up around her, tossing the man off his feet. Suddenly, roots from a tree ripped through the house from the windows.

“What the devil?!” The man cried in terror as the roots wrapped around him, suffocating him. Cracking noises could be heard as the man died.

It was at that moment as Iliana tried to get her dad up that Demeter showed up. Everything went dark again.

Iliana was sleeping again, this time she was much older. Again, something woke her up, but instead of a sound, it was a light hitting her face directly. Something was very wrong. Opening her eyes, she saw she on a table of sorts that was bent at an angle. Her wrists and ankles were cuffed to the table, making it impossible to move. What happened to her? Last thing she recalled, she gone to bed. Wait, something happened. Someone had grabbed her, woke her up, and she recalled a sharp sensation in her neck before everything went black. It was then she realized she wasn’t in her flannel pjs either, but what looked like scrubs patients wore in a hospital. Also her head hurt too.

Iliana looked around the room and saw it was a big and looked to be a massive laboratory. Feeling scared, Iliana tried breaking free of her bonds but to no avail.

“I see you’ve finally waken up.”

Turning her head sharply, Iliana saw a middle age man in a lab coat.

”Who are you and where am I?” Iliana asked.

“My underground lab where no strangers can bother us. I am Dr. Fritz. I believe you know my son, you’re both in the same Geology Class.”

Iliana could see the resemblance. It still didn’t explain why she was here. Immediately she wish she had the ability to contact her loved ones, especially her mother. Her mother would be here soon. She always knew when Iliana was in trouble.

”Why am I here? Don’t you know it’s wrong to kidnap?!”

“Kidnap? Why my dear Iliana, I just merely need your help. Once I have it, I’ll let you go back.”

Iliana doubted that for some reason.

“Now that we’ve gotten pleasantries done, let’s get down to business. My son saw you do something and you were floating. Looked like magic, but that’s impossible, or should be by practical means. I plan to find out if it’s true or not. Will you assist me? It could be important to humanity.”

Any color on Iliana’s face vanished. She always tried to find a hidden and safe place to practice her powers. It was imperative she always keep calm when it came to them for her moods affected her abilities. Somehow someone saw her using it. And not just anyone could use her powers too. What the man was asking was impossible. Fear coursed through her, a feeling she hadn’t felt since her father died.

”I can’t help you . . .” she answered honestly.

“Or won’t. Listen Miss Iliana. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. I hate to be responsible for what happens next should you refuse.”

He meant it. Iliana might not know when someone was lying, but his energy was calm, with a sinister feel to it. Feeling tears well up in her eyes she shook her head.

“Have it your way.”

The man walked through a glass door not far from them. It was then Iliana realized she was surrounded by glass walls. As soon as the door closed, Dr. Fritz walked over to a machine and pressed a button. A current turned on as Iliana screamed out in intense pain. An electrical current ran through her. It was only for a split second, but it felt like ages for the pain wasn't anything like Iliana ever felt. It also triggered her wind ability for a second. Seeing this, the scientist turn off the switch and waited a few seconds before going into the containment room. Iliana was trying to catch her breath as she continued to cry. She had finally been able to get some hold of her powers, but in a manner of moments, that had changed. Her muscles twitched and the pain was slow to reside.

“Seems like pain triggers something Miss Iliana. I’d rather not use that as a means to get what I desire, but I am curious if you have any other special . . . ‘abilities’. Why don’t we do this the easy way. I don’t want to cause you any brain damage during your stay here. Of course I have other means of persuading you.”

Anger welling up in her, Iliana yelled, ”You have no right to do this to me! You’ll regret this!”

Her power flared as she ended up using her induce hunger on the scientist, who screamed out in pain as he doubled over. Suddenly, other people in lab coats appeared and one of them took a syringe and injected something into Iliana’s neck, which caused pain to flare up into her own head. She screamed as pain overrode her anger. It took a few minutes before Dr. Fritz regained himself.

“Looks like I’ll have to be careful around you Miss Iliana. Maybe keeping you distracted enough will prevent something like this from happening. Looks like you need more coaxing to see my side of things.”

Time seemed to slow down as the scientists tried different means of getting Iliana to talk about her abilities. The shock treatment was frequent, but other means were used like those pain injections and near suffocation methods.


Meanwhile outside of Iliana’s trial, which was being condensed to go fast for the viewers, Heath was using all of his willpower to stay in his seat for he remembered the warnings Poseidon gave. It was still torture for him to see the pain his sister was going through and he did something he never did before, he cried. He never felt such anger before either. He wanted to rush down there and save her, but he knew this had already happened, plus it was an illusion. He couldn’t stop himself from cursing once though.

Within the illusion, Iliana could feel herself fading away. Where was her mother? She should have been here by now. Iliana wanted the pain to end, but she refused to give the scientists what they wanted. They were clearly mad, but now Iliana could feel her own sanity slipping as the constant pain consumed her. They had managed to find out she could make it rain and plants grow.

“Fascinating Miss Iliana. Truly incredible! I hate to see you in pain, so I’ll ask you again, how do you harness these abilities? If possible I want other humans to attain them. It could revolutionize so many things.”

”Im. . . .possible . . . you’re . . . . human.” Iliana said, cracking a bit.

Realizing what she said, her eyes open wide in fear. What had she done?!

“Oh? You’re not human then Miss Iliana. Now I am curious. What are you then?”

Turning her head to the side, Iliana refuse to say anything. Seeing she wasn’t going to budge, Dr. Fritz continued to try to ‘persuade’ her and it was agonizing. Iliana’s sanity finally snapped. In her desperation to stop talking and to prevent the scientists from finding out about her divine nature, she used her power on herself. Wind picked out as it headed inside of her throat, destroying her own vocal chords. The screaming stopped but it caused her to cough up blood as she knocked herself out. Suddenly Dr. Fritz stopped what he was doing and he and the other doctors examine her and injected something into her to wake her up.

“Unbelievable, you destroyed your own voice. Well, looks like I’ll have to find other means to getting what I want.”

Suddenly the room shook and there was a blast as Demeter burst onto the scene. She was raving mad, it was plain to see. She had been sent on a mission by Zeus and it was during this mission she felt her daughter’s pain. However she couldn't get to her until she completed her job. Not wasting any time, she used her abilities to take out most of the scientists, but Dr. Fritz was quick to secure Iliana. He had a blade next to her neck. Iliana, having seen her mother, cried.

“Well, well, what do we have here? Her mother I assumed. I wouldn’t be so quick if I were you.”

However before he could do anything, someone burst into the scene as Hermes took the man out before he could hurt Iliana more.

”Get her out of here, Athena. Hermes and I will take care of the rest.” Demeter said to the goddess as she appeared.

Athena nodded and freeing Iliana, took her away. Everything went black again and the next time Iliana regained consciousness, she felt different. She was so tired but she heard the voices of Apollo and her mother. He told her mother that he managed to heal her vocal chords, but she still may never be able to talk again and then mentioned that he removed a chip that been in her head. It seemed to be a tracking chip. The idea she could have been found was just too much, and Iliana shut down.


Trial done, Iliana dropped to her knees. She remembered everything. She killed . . . and tried to kill again. The shock of it all left her broken on the inside. The images kept replaying in her head over and over, she would never forget them again. Suddenly without warning, she let out a piercing scream from the depths of her soul. Nelly had to cover her ears it was so loud. Ethan, who had started crying too, just shook his head. He had no idea Iliana had been through so much. And Heath was a wreck too. He wanted to run down there and scoop his sister up, but Iliana had to be the one to come back. After screaming, Iliana went silent as she numbly got up and walked back to the seats, without even realizing it. Heath tried comforting her, but she rejected his touch. She felt like a monster and didn’t feel she deserve such kindness. Her face showed no emotion and she ignored everything else. Feeling helpless, Heath let her be.

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Theo's anxiety rose as he watched the trials, waiting on his turn to come up. The idea of having his deepest fears brought out in this illusion made his head spin. There was no telling what he had coming.

Theo looked on intently as Trinity's trial unfolded. He wasn't necessarily surprised that he got a starring role in her illusion, but that didn't make it any less gut wrenching. Watching Trinity destroy Wes and himself made him wince more than once. Then there was the big revelation. Trinity loved Wes, and there was nothing he could do about it... Theo hung his head when Trinity found herself back in the arena. Looking at her was too hard. Obviously he mattered to her, but apparently he didn't matter enough. He tried to refocus as Iliana went through her trial, as brutal as it was. Her trial felt different, almost more like a memory than a nightmare. As Iliana emerged from the archway, Poseidon's gaze fell on Theo, causing a lump to arise in his throat.

"Theophilus Smith, please step forward."

Time felt like it froze. Mythical monsters, other demigods, war... none of it had ever really scared Theo. This was different though. His friends were about to find out what Theo truly feared. Hell, Theo was about to find out himself. After what felt like an eternity, he stepped forward, pausing at the arch to glance at his mother. She nodded at him softly. Why was she making him go through this?

As Theo stepped through the archway, the world around him changed. Camp, he was at camp. There was a menacing looking army of mythological creatures gathering across the clearing. Were they in a battle? The campers were all staring intently at him, like they were waiting on him to speak. Why would they be looking at him? "What's the plan? Where is Ajax?" Theo questioned, locking eyes with Andy.

Andy's face dropped, "Theo... Ajax is gone. As for the plan, we were waiting on you to tell us. You ARE the leader now."

Theo broke eye contact with Andy. Why was Ajax gone? Why was he all of a sudden the leader? He hated when people were relying on him. He couldn't lead, not with these stakes. This battle was clearly going to be a nasty one. Theo looked across the field again, and then back to the campers, his gaze finally landing on Trinity. Not her, too. Even she was eagerly looking at him, waiting for answers.

"I... ummmm..." Theo was stammering, nerves evident in his tone, "Look, I don't have some big plan. It's not like anyone ever follows a plan anyway. Play to your strengths. Just fight like hell. We're demigods, that's what we do." They were all just looking at him, hanging on every word as if it was gospel. How did Ajax always do this? No wonder he's a mess. This pressure was suffocating. "Go! Let's go!" Theo stepped forward, looking for his vantage point where he could be most effective with his bow and arrow. The campers bumped him as they charged past him. They just took off, no questions asked. It's not like he had come up with a good plan, or really any plan at all. Why hadn't Andy, or Trinity, or even Mason questioned him? Theo shook his head, taking off for a tree at the edge of the woods. The opposing sides were charging at each other. The battle was about to begin, and Theo readied his bow and arrow.

Then the clash happened, and everything became a blur. Theo was doing his best, picking off enemies from a distance. It just wasn't helping much. Things were not looking pretty. These monsters were strong, and there were too many of them. He watched as Daniel and Cherise were swallowed by a crowd of monsters. No... He shot arrows in their direction, but it was too late. They were already being torn apart. Theo scanned the field, his attention falling on Andy and Trinity. At least they were holding their own for the time being. He spotted Evelyn and Sylas getting overpowered by a team of monsters. Ethan, Heath, Iliana, Penelope... they were all going down. Then completely across the battlefield, he caught a glimpse of Rae, unloading her own quiver of arrows as enemies ate up ground between edge of the battle and her tree. Mason was in a sticky situation as well. Theo watched as Andy left Trinity's side to help Mason, but even she was knocked off her feet and enveloped in monsters as she ran to him.

Helplessness... that is what Theo felt in this moment. He could not help the people he cared about. He could not save the camp that was his home. They had all looked to him for answers, and he had none.

"Trinity!"

Wes' voice jerked Theo out of his self pity. He was in as bad a spot as anyone else, surrounded by enemies that even the strongest of them would struggle against. Trinity must have heard him too because she was making a beeline straight across the battlefield to Wes. She got to him, throwing monsters off of him as she tried to pull him together. From Theo's view it was too late, but he fired arrows in their direction anyway. He had to protect Trinity at all costs. He wouldn't lose her too. Trinity was frantic, trying to bring Wes to and fight off everything around her at the same time.

"Wes, Wes, wake up! Come on! Don't do this! You have got to wake up. I need you Wes, come on! Wake up!" Did Trinity really care that much for Wes? Theo had never heard Trinity admit she needed anyone. Could she really not live without Wes?

Then Theo saw it, a huge dog like creature heading right at Trinity. Theo leapt from his tree, transforming into his wolf form on his way down. He had to get to her. Now, would be a great time for Trinity to suddenly develop super senses like Theo. He had to get close enough for him to warn her, but time was short. The dog was faster than him, but Theo pressed on. Trinity would not leave Wes, and she would never see the creature coming. Go... go.. go... Theo was almost there. He leapt in the air, transforming back into himself, stretching his voice as far as he could, "Trinity! Watch..."

He never had a chance to finish the words as Trinity was blindsided by the creature and slammed to the ground. The sound of her scream was too much. Theo dropped to his knees. He had failed. Everyone he cared for was going to die, and it was all his fault. All he could do was sit there, defeated. Theo closed his eyes, accepting his fate, waiting for whatever came. He barely felt it as he was knocked on his back, something with sharp teeth tearing into him. As everything faded to black Theo realized what exactly was killing him.

Wolves...

Theo came to on all fours in the arena. It took his brain a moment to process that everything he had just experienced wasn't real. It was just an illusion, a damn good illusion. That didn't change anything, though. He felt the eyes of his fellow campers on him, as he lifted his head, looking at no one in particular. He couldn't, not in this moment. They all knew now. Theo could never lead. He was just going disappoint everyone. Theo staggered his way onto his feet, and took his place back with his friends, slightly away from the rest of the group this time.

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Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor
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"Yeah." Mason's voice was quiet. He didn't want to admit it anymore than Andy did. "Daniel okay?" He changed the subject, which she didn't know if she was happy about or not.

She never got the chance to respond regardless. Mason's name was called next and subconsciously her hand gripped tighter to his. He unhooked his fingers from hers as he stood. Andy let him, but only to avoid further wrath from the Gods. She didn't want him to go. She saw what it was doing to everyone and she wanted to keep him, Trinity and even herself from experiencing it. But they had no choice.

"It's going to be okay." A lie. No one was ok when they came back out.

Andy curled in on herself as her anxiety only seemed to rise. She crossed one leg over the other. Her left held her abdomen while she chewed on her right thumbnail. With every step Mason took closer to the arch her leg bounced furiously. Somehow she was more scared of what he'd see in there than her inevitable trial. Andy and Mason's relationship was rocky at best. It finally seemed like they had reached stable ground. She was terrified whatever would happen in there could undo everything.

She was silent, almost holding her breath as Mason entered the illusion. Andy's brows furrowed as a vision of herself came to life in his trial. But then there was Ajax... And a child. Her heart sank as her gaze fell back to Mason. He couldn't bear to look at it. She just sat there and watched him, watched his sadness and pain. Gods she hated this. What was worse? Being stuck in your own worst nightmares? Or the people you care about in their nightmares as you watch helplessly? This was all its own new breed of hell.

Then the crash of lightning made her flinch. For a moment Andy could have swore she felt the pain all over again. It was hard for her to watch, each bolt sent a chill down her back. But the fight ended as quickly as it began leaving Mason on his knees with a sword at his neck. She knew he wasn't going to die. She saw enough of the other demigods face their own demise within the illusions. That didn't stop her from wanting to jump up from her seat and go after Alex. But she was frozen in place. There was nothing she could do. Andy turned her head away, flinching as the sword swung down. She waited a long moment as a single tear rolled down her cheek before looking back toward the arena, finding Mason unharmed... Or, alive at least.

Andy's gaze didn't leave him as he returned to the stands. Mason didn't sit beside her though. It seemed he sat almost as far away as possible. For only a brief second he looked toward her. She wanted to beckon him closer, or perhaps go join him. But his gaze fell and he didn't move closer. Neither did she.

Then, as if to add insult to injury, Trinity was called next. Andy tried her best to give her friend a brave smile but it was sympathetic more than anything. At first it was a blood bath, but at Trinity's own hands. She had a bloodlust that made Andy thankful to not be on the opposing side of the blonde. It was an interesting trial, but so far nothing that seemed overly scarring. That was until Theo and Wes emerged. First the pair fought each other until Trin got their attention.

"What are you doing?" Andy whispered under her breath. Trinity should have let the men fight, but now she had no choice but to take them on herself. First she handled Theo, pinning him to the ground with an arrow or two, but that left Wes. Andy's stomach twisted as she watched the lovers fight. She already knew how it'd end before it did and opted not to watch.

When Trinity returned to her seat, Andy did the only thing she could think of. Without a word or a sideways glance, she reached out and took her friend's hand in hers. They sat there in silence, stoic like statues as the next trial commenced. In the blink of an eye her attention drifted as all the possibilities of what she could face inside flashed through her mind. Trinity was one of the strongest people she knew and seeing her broken only frightened Andy more. They were getting to the end which only seemed to make her nerves worse.

Andy only managed to look up when she heard her own voice. No matter how many times she saw herself in these illusions it didn't make it any easier. Theo's trial felt like a strange deja vu, but not. This time everyone relied on him for guidance. Then one by one they died. Her hand tightened around Trinity's as Wes died before their eyes for a third time that day. Suicide, his lover's blade and monsters. She could only imagine how hard that was to watch.

"Andromeda Bolton."

Her heart skipped a beat. Andy looked around at the demigods scattered throughout the arena like her name being called was an accident. But it wasn't. It was only herself and Liam left. She took a deep breath and gave Trinity's hand one final squeeze before moving to her feet. She found herself looking back towards Daniel and Mason for some amount of reassurance although nothing would help. Rather than hesitate, when Andy reached the archway her pace quickened and she entered it head first. The sooner in, the sooner out.

It was dark, nearly pitch black, aside from a feint glow emitting from the far end of the corridor. She was in a cavern of some sort, not man made but not quite natural either. The deeper Andy wondered the more her heart raced. Like a breeze, voices no louder than whispers swept past her, inaudible but pleading. It all felt familiar, but sickeningly so. She wanted to turn back, but the path behind her seemed darker and more daunting. She escaped the Underworld before, she could do it again. Just follow the light.

The cave slowly began to widen. Andy's pace quickened until she was running towards the light. The corridor opened to reveal a large room that still managed to feel claustrophobic. There was barely enough light to see the surrounding walls. And unmoving in the center, like an ominous demon, stood Hades, cloaked in black with a sick grin. "Miss Bolton, good to see you."

"No..." Andy shook her head before she turned around and tried to exit the way she came. But behind her was no path, just another rock wall like those around the room. She groaned out of aggravation and punched the wall. "No. No. No." Her voice pleaded like she was trying to wake herself up from a cruel nightmare.

"What's the rush? You only just arrived." Hades slowly approached her and placed a hand on her shoulder.

The brief contact of their skin made memories of her last time in the Underworld flash before her eyes. The cold, dark and damp. The torture at the God's own hands. It plagued her nightmares every night, but this wasn't a dream. She couldn't wake herself. Andy slipped from his grasp and shoved Hades backwards. "Don't touch me!"

"Come now? Can't we be civilized?" He held out his hand in a slight surrendering gesture.

Andy backed away until she was butt up against the wall with no where to go. "What do you want?"

Hades sighed, giving up the game of trying to remain polite and cordial. "We have a score to settle," he said nonchalantly as he cupped his hands behind his back.

Her brows furrowed. "What are you talking about?"

The God diverted towards her, stopping a foot away from her, pointing an index finger. "Don't play coy with me. A deal was struck. Your life in exchange for that pathetic Valis boy."

"I..." Andy searched for the words but came up blank. She had no argument. It was a fair trade. And she would have remained there if it wasn't for...

Hades cut her off her train of thought as he took a hold of her jaw and pressed her head back into the wall. "I didn't have you for a day before my stupid son stuck his nose where it didn't belong. He's soft. Like his mother." He released her face with a shove, nearly knocking her to the ground. He began to pace angrily. His steps echoed off the walls masking the whispers of the lost souls. "You owe me a debt and I demand payment." He turned to face Andy and pointed toward the ground. "Now!"

With the boom of his voice, torches appeared illuminating the room. The flames grew as two gallows materialized in the center of the chamber behind Hades. Two nooses swung free absent a hangman. "A life for a life? That was the original bargain, was it not?" He approached her and took hold of the back of her neck, forcefully leading her to the center of the room.

"Let go of me!" Andy fought against his hold, but Hades's grasp was tight. Each time she squirmed his fingers constricted.

"You will choose!" He shoved her forward, causing Andy to stumble and fall to her knees. When she looked up the nooses that were once empty were then occupied. On the gallows to the right stood Ajax and on the left, Mason. The rope was tight around their throats with their hands tied behind their backs. Both mumbled through their gags and fount their restraints as they locked eyes with Andy.

The panic instantly set in. Tears fell from her eyes. Andy's chest constricted as she gasped for air, unable to breathe. She turned towards Hades, groveling on her hands and knees. "No. P-please," she begged through struggled breaths. "Kill me! Take me! I'll do whatever you want. I won't leave! I won't fight!" She held her hands up above her head, wrists together in surrender.

Hades slowly crouched down to meet her eye to eye. "You already promised me your life in exchange for one of their's and you broke that promise. Your life is not worth two. I want you to suffer for crossing me. You will live. And a day won't go by where you don't think about the life you ended because of your misdeeds." He stood back upright, pushing off his knees. "So... Who will it be? The man you sacrificed yourself for? Or the man who saved you?"

Andy nearly doubled over as she began to sob. "Please..." She sounded defeated. Her voice barely louder than a whisper.

"You will choose... Or I shall kill them both!" The God raised his hand, motioning his fingers towards the gallows.

The sound of struggling and thrashing made Andy whip her head around. Before her eyes the ropes tightened around Mason's and Ajax's throats, and began to lift them off the ground. "No!" she screamed as she scrambled to her feet and ran towards the wooden platforms.

Hades snapped and the two men landed back on their feet. "Then choose!"

Andy remained frozen where she stood. Her chest heaved with every breath on the edge of hyperventilating. Her eyes shifted back and forth between the two. Ajax's own gaze was soft. There was no begging or fear. It was like he already knew she would pick him and he was trying to sooth her through a single glance. But Mason... He didn't dare look at her at all. His eyes were fixed on his father. A death glare. He looked as though he had accepted his fate and was ready to die, his only regret being he couldn't take Hades with him.

She had to choose. There was no other way. She was in Hades's domain... And so were they. Andy was out powered and out matched. It wasn't fair, none of it. While the time that passed might have only felt like a few minutes, to her it was an eternity. A lifetime of memories passed before her eyes. Memories of Ajax and memories of Mason, the good and the bad. All of it, every moment. She tried to weigh the two choices, to come to a decision logically. But no matter how many times she went over it, her heart over ruled her head. She knew from the moment they appeared before her. There was one she instinctually wanted to run to and save. It was there all along. Her head fell as she let out a sob in defeat.

Hades slowly walked up behind her and spoke quietly. "You've chosen?"

Under her breath, not even loud enough to be a whisper, Andy said the name. That doomed name of someone she cared about, destined to die. She dared not say it louder, nor would she watch it happen. It was done. She chose. That was the end of it.

"By your lead," Hades motioned his hands towards the gallows, signaling that she would be the one to do the deed.

It was like a punch to the gut. She felt like the wind was knocked out of her. "Please..." Andy begged once more, this time looking into the God's eyes. But there was no remorse, no pity. Just anger.

"If I have to repeat myself once more... I'll kill your brother too."

"Fuck!" She cried out in defeat and anger, before burying her face in her hands.

Somehow, Andy forced herself to move, before Hades could threaten anyone else in her life. She ascended the wooden stairs of the scaffold in a haze. With every step she tried to think of a way out of it, but in the end nothing would work. He was a God. She couldn't beat that no matter how hard she tried. It'd only get more people killed. A trembling hand reached out to grab the lever and she froze. She took a deep breath and looked over at her victim. "I'm sorry, Ajax." She prayed Zeus would show up in the nick of time.

Andy closed her eyes and turned her head away as she pulled the lever. Then there was the sound of a trap door opening and thrashing. She looked over to find Ajax still standing beside her, but in the distance Mason dangled from the rope, writhing like a fish out of water. "No!" She screamed as she leapt from the platform and stumbled into her landing. She scrambled to her feet and sprinted towards Mason. She tried to support his weight best she could, but couldn't hold him and remove the noose. She conjured a knife and quickly hacked at the rope until it snapped.

Mason's limp body collapsed to the ground, taking Andy down with it. He was already dead. Anyone else would have seen it. But Andy was in a furious haze. She quickly moved to his side and pulled the noose from around his neck. "Mason?!" Her voice cracked as she said his name. She leaned down to listen for a heart beat and started giving him chest compressions. But when she finally looked back at him, blank eyes glazed over stared up at the ceiling.

Hades chuckled as he disappeared in a puff of smoke. Andy tried to pull Mason into her lap, but as she reached for him her hands passed straight through him. He vanished right before her eyes. "No. No. NO!" She let out a blood curdling scream as she frantically dug at the dirt trying to bring him back.

Andy kept digging, covering herself in dirt, the dust clinging to the tear trails on her cheeks. She didn't stop, not until a gentle hand reached out and touched her shoulder. "...Andromeda."

She pulled away quickly, looking over her shoulder to find her Hecate looking down at her with, what almost looked like, concern in her eyes. Andy quickly moved to her feet when reality set back in. Her gaze quickly searched the crown until she saw Mason sitting there. Then, and only then, was she able to finally breathe, taking in a sharp breath like she had nearly been suffocating. She looked back at her mother with a sad and angry gaze that said everything she didn't need to. She wasted no time finding her way to the stands, taking a seat that was closest to the exit. She wanted nothing more than to be out of there as soon as possible.