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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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xxxW E S L E Y x P R E S T O N
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"Being underestimated is a strength not a weakness. Remember that."
- wesley preston




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

a g e x // xtwenty two

g e n d e r x // xmale

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

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

s p e c i e s x // xdemigod

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






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D E C O R U S


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

w e i g h t x // x185 lbs

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

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

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

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






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

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

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



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

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

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



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

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

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



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

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

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





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

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

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

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






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H I S T O R I A R U M


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

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

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

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

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





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

So begins...

Wesley Preston's Story

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Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters
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Hades | HEX: #05105E | Outfit

Image He took Andy's hand and gave it a comforting squeeze. She survived, sure but they both knew surviving and living were different. In the silence that passed, Mason was trying to muster the courage to apologise for everything that she'd been through and just as the words were about to depart, Trinity stood at the table. Had it been anyone else they'd likely receive a cold glare but he didn't mind the daughter of Ares.

“Hi guys. Sorry for interrupting but um...” He furrowed his brows as she looked between them and took a more serious soft tone. Right now they were using each other as stabilisers and Mason didn't feel like leaving Andy yet and he sensed more bad news. “I think your brother's here.”
Mason straightened again while his lips fell apart. But he was speechless.
“I- I don't know if it's a spell or ghost form...” Trinity tried to explain.
Mason only shook his head softly then glanced to Andy. He was almost afraid to see her eyes, to meet the grief, despair or anger behind them.
"I—I—I don't understand... Where is he!? Why didn't he come see me!?"
"Andy…I wanted to tell you, I -."
But the overload of emotions caught up to her and caused her to tip off balance. Mason's arms shot out catching her just in time. He blew out his lips in relief, then looked up to Trinity and Wesley. He wasn't sure what to do with her or the whole situation for a moment, however, he settled on getting her out of the gawking eyes of the hall. Mason wrapped one arm under her knees and the other around her back and begun to carry her out.
"Come on guys, she's gonna need the biggest support system she can get," he told Wesley and Trinity without looking back at them.

Any other day this would be Ajax's job and maybe that's why it felt a little odd for Mason to carry someone else's girl in his arms, but Andy was one of his most treasured friends and he couldn't leave her. Besides Ajax had his own drama. Mason carried Andy carefully to her cabin. They didn't need the med hut when the diagnosis was transparent and he wanted her to feel as comfortable as possible. He laid her down on her bed carefully. "Take it easy, Andy," he told her quietly. He had a feeling that wouldn't be the case once she got out of her light-headed spell.

He wandered off to fetch her a glass of water then regrouped with the other two. "So you've really seen him then?" Mason asked lowly. It was a big discovery and all the more puzzling at the same time. "Did he say much?"

It made a little more sense why he didn't see Daniel in the Underworld. Mason's pursed his lips. "I got some things to iron out with Andy if you two don't mind," he said, directing the news towards the blonde.


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Hecate| HEX: #8b9068 | Smart/Casual

Image “That's enough. Go. Now,” the girl ordered though the request personally felt a little late for Keith. Still, somewhere in him was a slither of gratitude. Had she not decided to intervene things could have turned out worse. “Why would you allow yourself to become McFly?”
That was her first question? Keith glanced up to her for a moment before deciding it seemed genuine enough and slowly moved to sit-up position. Least she got the reference.
"I don’t take pleasure in getting my butt kicked," he clarified. "But I am used to it so I try to make it as much fun as I can for both of us." Keith held his rib and winced then climbed to his feet.
“I didn't catch your name. I'm Evelyn.”
"I'm Keith. Thanks for your concern." Keith wanted to end the exchange there, in case more of her eager friends rushed to get a punch or kick in. Though, suddenly, it felt too rude to walk off so he kept in stride with her. If she was all bad and unapproachable, he supposed she wouldn't have bothered to introduce herself or hang around to see he was in one piece.
"Did you um..manage okay in the game? I mean, I assume we won but it's also plausible that they forgot about me." He tried to smile though the sting of being invisible or some meat heads chew toy always hurt. At least a little.

In search of more conversation starters, he next said, "So Evelyn, do you have a boyfriend?" Only to figure out a moment later how it must have sounded. "I mean I'm not interested or anything but- no - you're a very beautifu- pretty girl woman. You're super attractive, I just don't want to date you. I'd be happy to date a woman of your stance, I'm not trying to start anything." He pinched the bridge of his nose and cringed wishing some tidal wave would come and spontaneously wash him away.
On all accounts the girl was gorgeous. And even when she was a little rough around the edges he detected something more caring and involved at her core. Then again, his hunch could be way off base, shrouded by delusion. Keith cleared his throat."Please feel no need to answer that question. It's completely inappropriate."

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Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters
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ALEXANDRIA VALIS
DAUGHTER OF ZEUS
Hex: #d63b71
Alex couldn't leave without saying goodbye to her friend and Duke, so she headed back to the hall hoping that they would still be there. She could hear the others chatting and laughing inside which made her feel more distant from herself. She used to laugh and smile just the same, but now every vibrant colour of her soul seemed to have been drained from her body entirely. She felt like something was eating away at her, something that she couldn't remember but needed to remember.

She headed inside, her right hand clutching her bags handle that hung over her right shoulder. Standing by the door, she placed her rucksack down onto a table next to her. The game had obviously ended but not everyone was back yet.

Alex took a seat, sitting on the edge of it as she took a deep breath and then turned her head toward the back of the hall. Duke sat on his own with a fruit in hand.

With her eyes still on him, she reached for her rucksack, curling her fingers tightly into the deep green material at the top of it before she stood up and began to walk over to him. There was no point in lying about anything since he and the others would find out anyway. Ajax always turned to Duke. "Duke..." her voice soft. "I...I'm leaving camp for a little while. I wanted to say goodbye to you and Wes first. You need an explanation, and the only one that I can give right now is that I need to clear my mind, and to find who I am again... then I'll come back." she promised. She couldn't leave this place for good. There were people she cared about even if they didn't care about her.

She wasn't sure how he'd react to what she had just told him, but her mind was made up. She would stay in a motel for tonight, then head to her hometown and revisit some old friends and whatever else she could find to do while there. Just nothing reckless.





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AJAX VALIS
SON OF ZEUS
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Ajax headed back inside and poured himself a fresh mug of coffee from the machine. He stood there in his own world as his eyes rested on the table where is sister sat. "No." he said, shaking his head before he left the house. There was no way he was going allow her to just head out there without anyone being with her. He understood she wanted to be alone, but what if Hades finds her? maybe Andy could put some spell on her, keep his sister hidden from those who wanted to harm her, but at this point, why would she want to help him? yes, they were together still, but the way he spoke to her to defend his little sister had caused a wedge between them, causing his girlfriend to turn to her best friend for comfort and support. Daniel was the only other option.

Hopefully, Alex hadn't left yet. Knowing her she would want to say goodbye to Duke and Wes first which would maybe bind him some time. Ajax quickly ran around the camp in search for Daniel, right up until he found him with Evelyn. He hated interrupting, but this was important to him. "Daniel," he said, not knowing that Keith wouldn't know that name. "I'm sorry for interrupting anything if I did, but this is urgent." he promised. "Is there anything any of you can do, like some kind of spell to protect and hide Alex while she's outside of camp? she's leaving for a little while, and I won't rest unless I know she's safe. Please, I'm begging you." begging wasn't something Ajax did often, but he was doing it now. "I will do anything. I will wash your dishes or something." he half laughed.




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Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Ji-hyun Jin
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Ji-hyun could induce sleep, and he thought he could take it away just as easily. Pressing two fingertips to Sloane's shoulder - he expected she didn't appreciate physical contact much - he concentrated for a moment, finding that energy and drawing it out of her. Without it, she would find herself more alert and responsive to her surroundings, which would hopefully give them an advantage against any advancing Trojans.

Just in time, too, because the moment he drew away it began pouring, instantly reducing visibility. Ji-hyun stepped away from Sloane, palms practically crackling with energy. He couldn't see their opponent, but it didn't take a genius to figure out that they were close. Anticipation practically radiated through the trees at him, and he was ready to meet it.

What he wasn't expecting was the spear. In fact, he didn't really see it until it was almost on top of him, right before Sloane pushed him out of its trajectory. The weapon struck the ground, quivering slightly as if enraged at its failure.

The beast came next, charging out of the woods towards the two defenders. Scrambling backwards, Sloane lost her footing, falling backwards. Ji-hyun himself took a few steps back, hands held out in front of him. Suddenly going head to head with a beast this size, armed only with sleep magic, didn't seem like such a good idea after all. Ares would probably be laughing his ass off right about now.

"Try to put it to sleep!" Ji-hyun turned, sighting only Sloane heading back towards the tree. "What?!" he yelled back, unaware of Wes already halfway up the tree.

But Sloane had already gone. Turning back to the beast, which was now growling at him, he edged back a fraction. "Uh. Easy there." His voice seemed to set it off, though, and it growled again, louder this time, moving towards him. He ducked the first swipe of its paw, feinting ineffectively to the left before lunging forward, hands outstretched. It swiped once more at him, and this time one claw tore through the flesh of his left palm. Blood spattered the forest floor, seeping into the mud, but his other hand made contact with its face, and in the next instant it had dropped, barely conscious.

Holding his injured hand to his chest, Ji-hyun turned in Sloane's direction, just in time to see Wes's fingers close around the flag. "I have the flag? I HAVE THE FLAG! TROJANS WIN!!"

"You sure do," Ji-hyun groaned bitterly. He watched Sloane help Wes down from the tree, and trailed along behind the both of them back to the main hall. Once back at the hall, he turned to them, accepting Wes's fist bump with his uninjured hand, and offering Sloane one last you did well nod.

"Good win. I'll just be off to get some help with this, don't want to get sepsis." Leaving them with a wry chuckle, Ji-hyun left to seek first aid.

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Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters
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“I—I—I don't understand... Where is he!? Why didn't he come see me!?”

Trinity opened her mouth like she could provide the answers but all that emerged was a croak.

“You told her?”

Trinity felt a brief wash of relief come over her, knowing Wes was in one piece behind her. On the other hand, she had a very distressed friend ahead of her. And soon enough that worked up friend ended up falling towards the floor. Trinity jerked forward but Mason caught her. She put her hand on her forehead and exhaled, forcing her muscles to relax at the same time. “Yeah,” she answered Wes finally. A little angel at the start of the capture the flag game told me to. But why didn't it feel like the right thing to do? The information caused Andy to border hysteria and faint!

"Come on guys, she's gonna need the biggest support system she can get."

Trinity shifted to make room for Mason and Andy. As she turned she noticed the flag. In any other instance she probably would have pounced on Wes in an over excited triumph and asked for the details but now hardly seemed the appropriate time. She offered him a tight smile and tailed uselessly behind Mason to Andy's cabin. Rather than stroll on in, Trinity lurked by the doorway. She didn't want to hover over Andy, especially when her friend was in the most qualified hands; Mason understood the lost sibling concept and resurrection. Trinity leaned against Andy's cabin and sighed. She imagined what it'd be like losing Sam and coming to terms with it within a year only for someone to come along and claim he's alive.

"So you've really seen him then?" Mason came back asking. "Did he say much?"

Trinity reluctantly shook her head. “Not to me,” she regretfully reported honestly.

"I got some things to iron out with Andy if you two don't mind."

At this Trinity straightened. She had half a mind to oppose and insist to stay but Trinity tried to think of a reason or what her company could offer and reached nothing. Instead, she nodded to Mason and wandered a few feet away from the daughter of Hecate's cabin. Trinity pouted and trudged a few steps to Wes and put her head to his chest in defeat. Even though his shirt was damp from the rain, Trinity couldn't bring herself to care and for a moment she just let herself sulk there. “I should have waited for you. You could have broke it to her better and helped her,” she muttered.

She sighed out then drew back to glance at the unlikely victor of capture the flag. Her eyes scanned his face, almost getting distracted by his eyes, before they trailed to his body. “You don't look too beaten up so that's good. How'd you all fare?”



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"I'm Keith. Thanks for your concern." At least she obtained a name to the face and distortion he gave her.

Evelyn detected a moment of stiff silence from there but it was something she was compatible with. It didn't phase her in the least. However, Keith felt differently. "Did you um..manage okay in the game? I mean, I assume we won but it's also plausible that they forgot about me."

“I did.” To throw the guy a bone however for conversational efforts, she added,“my role was a little more supportive and focused on helping and hindering through indirect methods. I'm fairly sure we won.” Evelyn shrugged. “I'm not clairvoyant or psychic but it's a hunch. Besides, I think people would notice if you failed as a defender.”

"So Evelyn, do you have a boyfriend?" She faltered in step at the abrupt topic change and looked at him wide eyed. "I mean I'm not interested or anything but- no - you're a very beautifu- pretty girl woman."
Despite herself, she felt her cheeks grow warm even as his yammering continued. "You're super attractive, I just don't want to date you. I'd be happy to date a woman of your stance, I'm not trying to start anything. Please feel no need to answer that question. It's completely inappropriate."

Evelyn snapped out of her flattered state. “Don’t hurt yourself, it's fine,” she concluded for him.

Further saviour came in the shape of Zeus's son, calling out to Daniel while meeting with Keith. Evelyn gave Keith an unimpressed side-glance. Before she could walk away, Ajax continued. "I'm sorry for interrupting anything if I did, but this is urgent. Is there anything any of you can do, like some kind of spell to protect and hide Alex while she's outside of camp? she's leaving for a little while, and I won't rest unless I know she's safe. Please, I'm begging you."

Evelyn paused. A leader begging. The blood of Zeus no less. And he did say any of you, unless Ajax was just referring to Keith and his split ego. “I might be able to bless a possession of hers, as long as it's always on her being.” Then daringly and inquisitively, she asked, “What is it she needs protection from?” Because what did the daughter of Zeus need protection from? Evelyn imagined only a few things could triumph over their power. “If you want this done right, it's better to know what we're hiding her from,” she said. While it did peak her interest, she wasn't asking for gossip's sake and she wanted that to come across clear to Ajax.

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Andy expected the collision with the ground to either jar her awake, her just further concrete her feint state of mind. But arms were quickly out to catch her. Arms enveloped her frame and lifted her into the air. Her head felt as heavy as lead, resting against Mason’s shoulder as he carried her out of the hall. "Come on guys, she's gonna need the biggest support system she can get,” he said toward others, which she could only assume was Wes and Trinity.

She wanted to protest that she was fine. That she just needed air, to clear her mind and walk it off. But the words never fell to her lips. Out of everyone, Andy was glad Mason was the one that was there. Compared to anyone else at camp, he was the only one who could have some semblance of an idea what it felt like. Gods she didn’t want to go to the med hut. She refused to step foot in that place since the last time she was there, after Mason pulled her out of the Underworld. That place always rubbed her the wrong way. The scent of sterile medical supplies hovered in the air only masking the long standing smell of death and decay.

But the footsteps continued onward, farther than where the med hut was. The leaves rustled overhead while the air filled with the scents of fresh fallen rain and pine trees. Andy’s eyes slowed opened to see that Mason was taking her back to her cabin. She exhaled softly through her nose able to relax, even if only a fraction. She subconsciously grabbed a small handful of Mason’s almost as a way to reassure her that she was awake and it was real.

Softness hugged her as Mason laid her down on her bed. "Take it easy, Andy.” She nodded her head, looking up at him as laid on her side, curled in on herself. As he wondered off, the reality of it all hit her like a hammer to her chest. Andy sat up abruptly, clutching her chest as the panic overwhelmed her. Hecate said he was dead. She said it! Why would she lie!?

Who was Andy kidding, that’s what her mother did best… Lie. She pulled her legs in toward her chest, burying her face into her knees while her hands cradled her head. It seemed as though everyday at camp was getting harder and harder to bear. That piece by piece she was chipping away becoming a husk of what she used to be. A zombie going through the motions. Maybe she was just going crazy? Everyone thought she was crazy before she came to camp. Speaking to ghosts, magic… a dead brother now alive? It sounded crazy. She sighed, focusing on her breathing but remained unmoving.




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Ji-hyun nodded his head at Sloane in a silent gesture of approval or something of the sort. "Good win. I'll just be off to get some help with this, don't want to get sepsis.” He gave a dry chuckle before he started to part ways and head for first aid.

Sloane stood there in silence for a good moment as her mind toiled over what to do. Then with a sigh, she jogged after him. ”Hey uh,” she motioned her hand at his wound. ”I can take care of that… if you want.” She attempted her best smile, which for Sloane, was a sad excuse for a grin but it was something. ”After all, it was kinda my fault.”

With that, Sloane nodded her head toward the direction of the cabins. She wasn’t in the mood to deal with everyone in the main hall. After all, this was their first large competition against one another. Who knows how the campers would act. Would they be civil like Wes was? Sore winners? Sorer losers? She didn’t know if they’d get the blame for losing but she wasn’t going to sit around there to find out either.

Luckily, Sloane kept a first aid kit with her on most occasions. Usually it was for Sylas, who more often than not, had a tendency to get into fights. And although he always won, he never escaped unscathed… And then it was her job to suture him up. Plus, as much as she was unwilling to admit it, she needed to make friends. And Ji-Hyun seemed like one of the least intimidating people at camp… Someone maybe her brother would leave alone.




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Wes placed his hand on Trinity’s shoulder able to hear the strain in her voice even without seeing her face. It wasn’t an easy feat for anyone, especially a friend, to break news to someone. He understood that. But in the end, it’s better to hear it from a friend rather than discovering it on your won or worse.

"Come on guys, she's gonna need the biggest support system she can get,” Mason said toward the both of them as he carried Andy out of the hall. Trinity flashed Wes a tight smile when she noticed the flag, but he simply shrugged his shoulders and motion his head toward Mason. It wasn’t the time.

He followed the son of Hades as he carried Andy past the med hut and toward her cabin. Wes wanted to step forward… place his hand on her and just help ease her. But with a situation like this, he kept to himself. If she needed his help, she’d ask. But he couldn’t deny that she’s been… different for awhile now. Maybe no one else sensed it like he did? Maybe his abilities only mad him able to notice. But he did.

Wes remained with Trinity outside the cabin as Mason took Andy inside. He couldn’t even begin to try and empathize with Andy. He had no idea what she was going through. But his heart went out to her. His gaze shifted to the blonde beside him just before Mason rejoined them outside. "So you've really seen him then? Did he say much?”

Trinity shook her head. “Not to me.”

”He seemed… off,” Wes admitted looking between the two. ”I don’t know how to explain it. I just felt it,” he added motioning his hand toward his chest. No doubt an Aphrodite kid thing. ”He was quiet. When had Daniel ever been the type to not talk?” He could be wrong. Wes and Daniel weren’t best friends or anything before the battle. But it was just something he felt in his gut. Wes had a hard time wrapping his mind around it all, even when he saw it with his own eyes. Why wouldn’t Daniel go to see Andy first? It didn’t make sense.

"I got some things to iron out with Andy if you two don't mind.”

Wes put his hand on Trinity’s shoulder while nodding his head in acknowledgement toward Mason. ”If you need anything…” He didn’t need to say anything else. Wes followed Trinity a bit aways from Andy’s cabin, giving the two the space they needed, but staying close enough to deter others.

When his gaze fell to the blonde before him, her face was sad. No doubt, upset about the distress she caused a friend. She closed the distance between them and put her head against his chest, sulking against his rain soaked shirt. Wes brought his hand up to cup the back of her head and neck as he placed a kiss upon her golden main. “I should have waited for you. You could have broke it to her better and helped her.”

Wes exhaled through his nose while his thumb gently stroked the back of her head. ”There’s no easy way to break something like that to someone, especially a friend. You did the right thing. And I’m certain Andy is thankful you told her rather than anyone else or finding out herself.” He was silent for a long moment before continuing. ”Mason, out of anyone, will be able to help her.” He didn’t need to explain what he meant. She knew.

Trinity sighed and pulled back from him, first looking at the flag that hung out of his pocket then up at him. But her gaze didn’t last there long before scanning his body probably looking for injuries. “You don't look too beaten up so that's good. How'd you all fare?”

He chuckled halfheartedly and gave a shrug of his shoulders. ”I’d like to say I bested everyone on the other team… took them on single handedly.” He smirked but the facade quickly faded and his voice changed to a calm, humble level. ”It was nothing spectacular. Ji-hyun and Sloane were the only people at the flag. The hound did most of the work. And honestly… my biggest enemy was climbing a tree in the rain.” Wes laughed, running his hand back through his hair that still had traces of rain. Then with a sigh, he pulled the flag from his pocket and held it out to Trinity. ”Here.”

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“I’d like to say I bested everyone on the other team… took them on single handedly.” She beamed at him and shook her head. “It was nothing spectacular. Ji-hyun and Sloane were the only people at the flag. The hound did most of the work. And honestly… my biggest enemy was climbing a tree in the rain.”

“That’s still a nasty foe,” she told him. And given his circumstances, no doubt it was, her usual hint of sarcasm gone.

Wes sighed out then pulled out the flag and held it towards her. “Here.”

Trinity heard herself scoff before she could help it then she quickly composed herself and lowered her gaze. She didn’t mean it to be nasty, knowing Wes meant nothing but well. In fact it meant he knew her quite well too. “Sorry,” she said. She put her hand on his wrist and gently pushed it back by his side. “You deserve it. It's yours, you won fair and square.” Victory meant dominance and power - it was a representation of a chunk of values the daughter of Ares held but it didn't feel like her win to bathe in or parade around.

Trinity glanced back to Andy's cabin and shifted her weight side to side. Though she was still concerned for her friend, Wes had a way of lifting some of that anxiety from her; whether it was by letting her unload and vent, occasionally sulk, or just distracting her with his company. And it almost made her feel guilty. Trinity's attention turned back on Wes. “You know my biggest injury today...” she begun and looked off into the distance and clucked her tongue dramatically, “was an overstrained muscle.” She looked back to him and pursed her lips nodding. “So it's pretty serious.” Trinity cackled a little, unable to help herself and keep up the act.

“Did your...hound make it out okay? I mean, should I be afraid of the competition?” Trinity arched up a teasing brow and smiled.

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Her eyes locked onto his as she stood silently before him, listening to every single word that left those lips of his. She studied his facial expressions. Deep down, she hoped that he would beg her to stay for him. But would it have actually made a difference? being at camp at this point in time made her feel distant from everything she once loved.

For as long as she and her brother had known him, Duke had never once held back on his words, and maybe that was why she liked him so much. He was honest with her, and never afraid to call her out on things she did wrong. The fire he had been born with surely roared inside of that warm soul of his. Powerful, handsome, strong.

He was right, but she still needed to distance herself. "As you know, I still have to go.I see her face in my dreams. I see her even when I'm awake." she admits to him. The first signs of her mind becoming unhinged to the regret of taking another's life. She was strong, but this had broken her. "I need to find peace with myself, then I promise I will come back."

"Thank you for telling me. I appreciate it."

Alex Sighed. "You're welcome." she told him softly. He actually understood.

When he opened his arms for her, apple still in hand, he gestured for her to come to his chest. She found herself swallowing before she walked towards him. He closed his arms around her and gave her a tight hug. Alex closed her eyes as she wrapped her arms around his waist, her cheek against his torso. "I wish you the best. Don't be gone too long, you'll give Ajax a heart attack." He chuckled. Alex smiled at that, picturing how much her brother truly would panic before Duke pulled back rubbing her arm.

Image "Oh, since you're gonna see Wes," She followed him out the hall and down to his workshop. He nudged the door open and left it ajar. Alex slipped inside as Duke grabbed the bionic make-up sitting on his table. She looked at it before looking up at him. "A prosthetic arm," he handed it to her.

Alex took it carefully, scared of breaking it. "Early stages," he says. She watched him as he eyed it fondly.


She steps around the table and towards him, gently planting a soft kiss to his cheek once close enough. She draws back and looks up at him with a smile."Thank you." she says gently.

"I'm sure Wes would have fun being terminator for a while but I trust he'll want something more fitting...that replicates skin..." Duke smiled at her.

Alex chuckled. "He'll love it."

"It helps if someone he trusts puts it on for him. So put this on his rotator cuff, strap the buckle across his chest and spine, like a saddle and he should be two armed again," She made sure to remember everything. As he told her, he made the gestures across his own body. "Plus, between you and me," he said leaning in like he was going to tell a secret, "I don't really want McKenna around him."

Alex smiled a little. "I... I'm going to miss you, Duke."






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Ajax looked to the ground and lightly clenched his jaw. "It's not that I don't want to help you, Ajax. It's more the fact that I..." Daniel told him. Hearing the pause in his sentence, Ajax looked up at him, catching the shifty uncomfortable look he shot the girl before she cut in “I might be able to bless a possession of hers, as long as it's always on her being. What is it she needs protection from?” she asked. He was hoping they wouldn't ask, since everyone probably already thought he was over protective of his sister already, and that he needed to give her space to breathe for once, but he couldn't help it. After losing their mother, he couldn't lose her too.

Ajax glanced at Daniel before replying to the girls question. "Anything that is a possible threat to her. She's strong, I know, but... there's stronger out there. I want to make sure that she's just safe. It'll be a peace of mind."

"If you want this done right, it's better to know what we're hiding her from," Keith found himself nodding along.

Ajax sighed. His Father's short patience kicking in. It wasn't like he wasn't grateful, he just didn't want to miss the chance of keeping her safe. He couldn't fail her.

Daniel cleared his throat, causing Ajax to look at him again. He didn't know what to tell them. "We can always try," he finally answered and shrugged.

Ajax reached into his pocked and pulled out a necklace that had a butterfly attached to it. A symbol that had always been from their father, to Alex. He held it out towards Evelyn, and looked up at her as he waited for her to take it from him. "Hey..um, ha- has Alex consented to this or..?"

Ajax licked his lips and looked down. "No, but she'll understand why I did it."



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It wasn't long before Mason rejoined Andy in her room. She slowly raised her head from her bent knees to look at him as he sat down beside her. He didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her, which she was grateful for. Andy had no idea what to make of the situation but having him and Trinity there made it better. She felt herself slowly melt into his arms, resting her head on his shoulder with a sigh.

"This could be a good thing," Mason said to her. "At least he's here."

"It feels... wrong," Andy said after a long pause. She didn't want to vocalize it, but she was so exhausted of holding everything in all the time. She wanted Daniel back... more than anything. But everything has a cost and she didn't want her brother's soul to pay it.

Mason sighed and slowly pulled away from her. Andy slowly sat upright, turning to face him with furrowed brows. But this time he didn't get up and leave like he so often did whenever something got hard. He looked her dead in the eye as he spoke once again. "I never saw Daniel in the Underworld. Hades kept me pretty busy but from what I saw...not in our domain anyway." Andy sighed softly, nodding her head in acknowledgement. It wasn't his fault, nor did she blame him. But it didn't help the knot that grew in her stomach. "I'm so sorry, and I know that doesn't change anything but I am. I wanted to tell you sooner but you just looked like you were getting happy again and I couldn't ruin that for you."

"It's ok," Andy said softly, her voice cracking toward the end as her gaze fell to her hands. A tear slowly trailed down her cheek as she took a deep breath. It was like fate was catching up with her for playing in the Gods' game.

"I’m gonna be here for you this time. No matter what. You got a whole support system at camp."

Without another word, Andy scooted across her bed and closed the distance between herself and Mason. Her arms wrapped around him while her head fell to his shoulder. Her time at camp has been some of the hardest in her life, but she was unbelievably lucky to have wonderful friends here. It meant more to her than words could explain that Mason wouldn't leave her this time.

Her arms seemed to tighten around him slightly as Mason spoke, breaking the long silence. "If you want to see him, when you're ready, we could search for him together. There's no rush."

Andy hadn't thought of that, seeking him out. No matter how it happened, she was bound to cross his path one way or anything. But seeking it out meant she could be at least somewhat prepared. Andy knew she wouldn't want to face that alone. She nodded her head against his shoulder, sighing deeply through her nose. "I'm scared Mason," she whispered as tears rolled down her cheeks. "I just wanted him at peace... How am I supposed to face him? I couldn't save him. I handed him off to our mother... And h-h-he died. But, it's not him," she corrected herself.

She slowly pulled her head away from Mason's shoulder, wiping her eyes. Andy took a deep breath trying to calm herself. "How am I supposed to look at Daniel but accept that it isn't him?" She sniffled as she looked toward Mason, wanting answers she knew he couldn't give.




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Trinity scoffed when Wes offered her the flag. He bit down on his bottom lip as his eyes looked downward slightly. "Sorry," she said as her hand took hold of his wrist, gently guiding it away from her. He meant nothing insulting by, other than he wanted her to have it. Hell, Wes would give her the world if it were within his power. But it wasn't. All he had was a drenched flag in his one hand. “You deserve it. It's yours, you won fair and square.”

Wes didn't say anything else nor argue, he simple tucked the flag into his back pocket with a sigh. His gaze followed hers toward Andy's cabin. It was quiet in there, no sign or her or Mason. Hopefully she was ok. He knew it worried Trinity even more. Wes was about to nudge her back inside but she decided to divert the conversation before he could.

“You know my biggest injury today...” Trinity clicked her tongue.

Wes raised his brows and gave an amused, "Hmm?"

“Was an overstrained muscle.” Trin pursed her lips with a nod. “So it's pretty serious.” Then not a moment later she laughed, unable to keep up with the act.

"Oh... gosh," Wes said with a shaking of his head. "Maybe you need to rest. Ya know, regain your strength."

“Did your...hound make it out okay? I mean, should I be afraid of the competition?” Trinity asked with a quirked brow and an amused smile.

"I hope so. I didn't see her when I came down from the tree," said with some seriousness in his tone. He then looked up to meet her gaze, smiling softly. "I didn't realize you were worried about competition," Wes teased. But as quickly as his smile came, it slowly faded. "We can forget the whole date thing if you want." Although his voice sounded a little sad, there was sincerity to it. "Andy is going through a lot. She needs you." He raised his hand slowly, allowing his thumb to softly brush the side of Trinity's forearm. "I'm not going anywhere."

Wes didn't want to cancel the date. It was his chance to finally spend time with Trinity in a way unlike he ever had before. But now was not the time to be selfish. He couldn't imagine what Andy was going through, especially going at it alone. Wes could tell by the look on Trinity's face and the way she kept checking the cabin like it might have moved in the last five seconds, that she was concerned. He wasn't going to stand in the way of her being there for her friend.

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"I hope so. I didn't see her when I came down from the tree." Trinity tilted her head softly, picking up on the change of tone. "I didn't realize you were worried about competition," he added sounding more like his playful self. Before she could interrupt, Wes carried on. "We can forget the whole date thing if you want."

He sounded a little dejected, and if she was being honest even she felt a little discouraged by the notion of throwing the whole date thing away. She just started to settle into the idea or at least tell herself all she had to do was be herself, Wes knew what he was walking into any time he accompanied her. Still, there would be something different - something special about a date.

"Andy is going through a lot. She needs you."

Trinity took in a breath preparing to speak but couldn’t find the words nor the emotions. He raised his hand and brushed her forearm gently with his thumb. "I'm not going anywhere."

She smiled a little then looked off. “That is true,” she commented. Wes was being completely sensible and compassionate about the circumstances surrounding them but Trinity still wanted the date to go on. But wouldn’t that make her extremely selfish? She glanced back to Wes, her mouth parting then closing with no words coming out. She cast her eyes downward. “It is a bit of a shame,” she admitted slowly, like each word required concentration.

“I um…” The mix of feelings seemed to make her incapable of forming an entire sentence. Her brain felt a little scrambled. Trinity snapped out of it and straightened abruptly. She wasn’t about to let herself become one of those girls that got upset because a child of Aphrodite cancelled a date - completely within reason to. “So what are you going to do to fill in your day without my amazing company? Personally, I'd suggest a shower or bath.” She crinkled her nose mockingly then smiled. “You're looking a little shiny,” she traced her own jaw in gesture to Wes's features. Whether it was from sweat or the rain or a combination of both, he was looking a bit sleek. Nothing imposing on his stupidly good-looking face though.

Meanwhile she crossed her arms. Her friend support duties were important , but right now Andy was with Mason and providing he behaved, she was already in the best hands. Trinity worried about what she could offer her friend for comfort that Mason or Ajax couldn't. Instead of fretting on that, she focused back on Wes. “I could probably help look for your beast a little later if you want? I mean I know I’m Ares Daughter but there are others that look for any excuse for blood and violence. It’d be a pity if it- she was hurt by someone who’s not worthy.”




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"Anything that is a possible threat to her. She's strong, I know, but... there's stronger out there. I want to make sure that she's just safe. It'll be a peace of mind."

Evelyn frowned a little disapprovingly. He was definitely over cautious and over protective, but did he expect many great creatures to hunt Alex outside of camp? His evasiveness didn't go over her head. She could see him growing somewhat impatient with their questioning and doubts; clearly not used to being interrogated, however a job done right was better than a failure - especially in the present instance, so it was best to be thorough. Before Evelyn could ask for clarification one last time, Keith offered that they could try.

She suppressed a sigh while Ajax pulled out a butterfly necklace from his pocket and held it towards her. Evelyn took it gently from him being delicate with the beloved item, pursing her lips far from satisfied in these working conditions.
One, that Ajax elected to be secretive or rather vague about why Alex needed a protective charm. Two, he had on him, Alex's precious item and three, Alex didn't know about it.

Evelyn turned her back to the boys so she could concentrate. She closed her eyes willing protection, safety and a shield into the necklace and let the power emanate through her veins and out her fingertips to link through the chain and butterfly. She inhaled and blinked a few times coming out of her trance. Evelyn turned back to the men. “Hopefully this meets your needs but I can’t guarantee it.” She had utter faith in her powers, she knew her blessing went into the necklace but to what degree it would hide and protect Alex couldn’t be known, so Evelyn painted fair expectations for Ajax.

Just as she went to extend her hand to hand it back to Ajax, she retracted it. “Unless, the son of Hecate would like to double check?” She opened her palm towards Keith now. “Cast your own spell,” she suggested, “trial the necklace with hunters.” There was a challenging air to the proposal. Something to test what he was made of in a proactive way and reveal more of his character.

Evelyn glanced back to Ajax. “Assuming you don't mind...?” At least with a test they could see if it worked effectively and everybody could be assured there was a good chance Alex would return in one piece. She cocked her head slightly looking at the son of Zeus. “You're not going with her,” she stated aloud. Yet Ajax struck her as such a family man... “Do you go out of camp much?”


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Andy tried to muster her best smile as Mason wiped away her tear. "Maybe it is him. All we know is that he hasn't visited you yet and he's not talking much. That doesn't mean it's not him. Dying then being resurrected can effect a person." Her gaze fell slightly when he spoke. Of course, that could be true, but part of her thought that Mason was only saying that to help her not be so upset. She appreciated it… But she didn’t believe him. "And if it isn't Daniel...” Her gaze raised to meet his. "There's no obligation, Andy. You don't have to do anything," he concluded.

She didn’t know what to say. Mason was right. If this wasn’t Daniel… Just a shell. Then she had no obligation to be anything to him. Andy couldn’t help the flashbacks she got from last summer. The memories of Ajax without his soul, how careless and cold he was. Daniel nearly fought him in the middle of the entire camp because of how he treated her and now it’s as if the tables might have turned. Although, this time her brother is the ghost and Ajax is nowhere to be found.

Her attention was drawn back to Mason as the weight displaced on her bed as he stood. She didn’t want him to leave her alone. Gods was she tired of being left alone with her own thoughts. How much more of her own mind could she handle before it was too much? But Andy said nothing,

"Can I get you anything?"

”Can you go with me to find him? Please?” Andy sighed, resting her hands on her knees. She sat there in silence for a moment before moving to her feet. Her head was dizzy for a moment but wore off quickly. She gave a brief thought to changing, putting make up over her bruised and broken nose but she didn’t care. ”I don’t want to just… stumble upon him when I’m not prepared. And I don’t know if I can do it on my own.” She shook her head as she spoke.

She knew he was getting ready to leave and between everything that happened that day during capture the flag… their own little argument, Mason might want to be on his own. Andy didn’t blame him if he did. But she didn’t want to. Mason and Trinity were there for her through this and came to her immediately. Unlike Ajax who had to have known since he was on her brother’s team… Not that Andy knew if she wanted to talk to him anyway.

”… You don’t have to.”




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"Not really. I mean, it wasn't your fault. That thing just came at me." Sloane walked in pace with Ji-Hyun, looking between his hand and eyes as he spoke. When he slashed his hand through the air she gasped slightly, taking a step back so the blood landed on the ground and not her. "But yeah, I'll take you up on that offer. Thanks."

”Be careful,” she warned with raised brows and a nervous laugh.

Sloane nodded her head toward him when he seemed all right and turned their path toward the cabins. "You know,” Ji-Hyun spoke up getting her attention as they walked. "Back in Korea this would never have happened. My grandmother would have freaked out if I came home with even a scratch on me. And my brother always stood up for me against the older guys."

Ji-Hyun paused mid-step, lost in thought. Sloane remained silent for a long moment, giving him the silence he might need. She glanced around at the surrounding area, freezing slightly when she met her own brother’s gaze as he made his way toward their cabin. Sylas didn’t seem happy that she was with Ji-Hyun. It even seemed like he had half a mind to beeline for her. ”Let’s go to your cabin.”

She took him by the elbow gently, and guided him in a different direction that wouldn’t lead them right toward her brother. Once Sylas was out of sight, she relaxed slightly, looking back toward the silent Ji-Hyun. ”I am sorry about your brother…” Sloane didn’t know what else to say. Deep down, she was envious of the relationship he had with his brother. Not that his brother was dead, but their closeness.

"But talking about him isn't going to bring him back, so nevermind me. What a game, huh? I can't believe they let us be the last line of defence for the flag. Wes climbed that tree so quickly I barely even saw it. Is it gonna be like this all the time, do you think they're going to try to make us warriors?" Ji-Hyun laughed weakly. "I don't think that's ever going to happen."

Sloane shrugged her shoulders. ”I can only assume so. Look at the Valis’, Trinity… or any of the other seasoned campers. They fight like… well, warriors.” She shrugged her shoulders, slowing their steps as they arrived at his cabin. She made her way up the steps of his porch, and motioned her hand to the door as a silent way of asking permission for her to enter.

”I’ve never been much of a fighter either... That’s Sylas’ area of expertise.”




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”That is true,” Trinity replied although she didn’t seem all that happy about it. Seeing the slight sadness in her face of the date no longer happening made Wes’ heart skip a beat. She looked up to him then back down before she continued to speak. “It is a bit of a shame.”

”I was looking forward to it too,” Wes whispered down toward her, just quiet enough so only she could hear him. His voice was gentle but sincere. He wanted every moment he could have with Trinity, and a moment alone was a rare gift. Giving that up was hard, but he knew her friend needed her.

Wes took a slight step toward her, raising his hand to brush back loose blonde strands. Before she could argue or say otherwise, Wes acted on impulse in the brief moment that they were alone. He leaned in toward her, pausing momentarily to glance into her eyes. His hand cupped the side of her face, his thumb brushing her cheek as he closed the distance between them. Wes heart raced as his lips pressed against hers for a brief, yet tender kiss.

He couldn’t help himself as he got lost in the kiss for longer than he intended, but Wes gently pulled away, smiling down at her with flushed cheeks. ”Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”

”So what are you going to do to fill in your day without my amazing company? Personally, I'd suggest a shower or bath.” Trinity’s face cringed but couldn’t hide her smile. ”You're looking a little shiny,” she added while tracing her own jaw.

Wes laughed softly, raising his hand to brush his fingertips along his… shiny skin. ”Well I was in the rain,” he commented. But she was probably right. She also needed to see to her wound, but trying to get her to admit she needed first aid was like trying to get a boulder to move.

Trinity crossed her arms, obviously deep in thought for a long moment before she spoke up. “I could probably help look for your beast a little later if you want? I mean I know I’m Ares Daughter but there are others that look for any excuse for blood and violence. It’d be a pity if it- she was hurt by someone who’s not worthy.”

Wes smiled as he shifted his weight where he stood. ”I don’t know if I’d be able to find her. Who knows how the camp gets their creatures for our sport, or what they do with them afterwards.” He glanced down slightly as he rustled his hair. ”I can only hope that she was able to go back to the underworld. That’s the only real place for a hell hound.” He then looked up and smiled toward her. ”I appreciate it though, Blondie.”

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The anger she felt inside was better than tears, better than grief, and better than guilt. There was no turning back or erasing past mistakes. She just had to learn by them and move forward. "How long will you be gone?" Duke knew already that she couldn't give him an answer for that. It would just be as long as she needed until she felt herself again. "I know inner peace is your own find, but what about dream therapy? why not ask a child of Hypnos to aid your sleep or dream walk with you? there are plenty of ways people can help you at camp." That was if they wanted to help. Alex shook her head. They were good ideas if her dreams hadn't taken the dark path lately. She didn't want to admit that she was afraid. She knew Duke wouldn't judge her, and neither would her brother or Wes... it was the others she wasn't so sure about. Oh, Mason would have a field day with that knowledge no doubt. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction. "Jennova was never going to make it," Alex took a seat, her behind gently pressing down into the soft material of a chair that sat in his workshop. She closed her eyes and swallowed gently as she hung her head down. "She wasn't careful enough. She was eager to please Hades blindly and recklessly. She started to lose humanity."

Image He was right, and they both knew that was still no excuse to end her life, but it had happened and there was no way to bring her back. She looked up at him and furrowed her brows. "I should have handled the situation differently. I lost control of my anger. I just..." she raised her shoulders and shook her head. "it was like my body was there, but the rest of me wasn't. She knew which button to press that night, and I begged myself to walk away, but I snapped. It happened so quickly." she told him. "I'm lucky that the Gods have not come for me, or maybe they will. I should be standing trial before them and facing my fate."

Image As Duke stood up, Alex too began to stand. "I'm sorry if I've wasted your time, but I had to see you before I left. I wasn't expecting to dump all my thoughts on you, but I'm glad I did. It helped. See you soon, Duke." she smiled a little, then left his workshop, but spun around before he had completely disappeared from sight. "Thank you," she added softly before leaving.

She headed towards her cabin with not wanting to waste any more of Duke's time. After a couple of steps, she paused for a moment after her eyes found Wes and Trinity. Not wanting to get in between them, she carried on walking since she needed to pack anyway. Just a few things really. Nothing special. Mason was no doubt going to be happy with one of Zeus's children gone. For now.





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As Ajax waited for Evelyn to work her magic, Ajax's eyes looked to Daniel. It wasn't a surprise he was back with them having Gods as parents, but it was a little strange that Daniel was acting as though nothing had happened to him. "So how are you?" he asked, causing Ajax to frown. No, teasing comment? no witty words to throw in his face? Daniel definitely didn't seem like himself, but who could blame him after returning from the dead?

Ajax studied him briefly. "I could ask you the same thing, but I'm alright I guess. Thanks." Alex wasn't even gone yet, and already he was worrying and contemplating the worse scenarios in his head.

Finally, Evelyn was done. Her return broke him from his thoughts and the fallen silence between him and Daniel.

He went to take the necklace back from her but paused as she offered it towards Daniel. Sensing he didn't want to handle it, Ajax reached out and took it from him. "No, it's fine. Thank you." he nodded to them, tossed the necklace up into the air a couple of inches from the palm of his hand, and caught it before he headed off in search for his little sister. He didn't have time to say anything else, so he hurried towards their cabin in hopes that she would still be there.

As he made his way towards the front door his mind wandered briefly to Andy. He had noticed how absent he had been since they declared themselves, finally, as a couple. That girl deserved so much better than some mood changing male that lost his temper easily. With everything going on, Ajax felt torn. He wanted to the leader that many expected him to be, but he also wanted to be the boyfriend that Andy expected him to be. Blowing hot and cold with her wasn't her fault in the slightest... it was his, and no doubt Mason was there with her now, playing Mr. White Knight. He clenched his jaw at the thought before entering the cabin. "Al?"



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He seemed to be getting closer and Trinity smiled faintly when he brushed back some locks of her hair. But when he leaned in, Trinity tensed suddenly aware of their proximity, although she found herself unwilling to move especially when his eyes were so captivating. And she trusted Wes. Then he kissed her. She was taken back, a little zap jolting through her body. By the time she could make some coherent response, her lips only had time to pucker softly in return before it was over.

”Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”

A grin slowly stretched across her mouth. “You kissed me,” she stated. She shook her head as if it was surreal, although the grin insisted on staying. “It’s okay,” she mumbled. “It was…nice.” As she lowered her eyes, she realized then her hands were clutching his shirt. “Oh, sorry.” She immediately released her grip and stepped away from him.

After a brief storm of embarrassment and hormones, they resumed their conversations. To her more recent offer, he politely and logically answered. ”I don’t know if I’d be able to find her. Who knows how the camp gets their creatures for our sport, or what they do with them afterwards. I can only hope that she was able to go back to the underworld. That’s the only real place for a hell hound. I appreciate it though, Blondie.”

She nodded once. “No worries, Ken.” She wanted to leave it at that. She really did but she couldn't because Wes's compassion - though sweet and great at times, didn't sit right with her. “But,” she stuck up a finger, “just to be a classic party pooper, if you weren't who you were, tell me you understand those things would rip us to shreds.” Trinity tried to keep a light tone and smile about it, but in truth his Mr. Brightside, mercy and love for all was concerning.

This time she stepped up to him. “Did you know you have one arm now? And uh, that makes you more vulnerable to attacks. Especially towards predatory animals and creatures, they pick up on it like-” she snapped her fingers in demonstration and smirked. Trinity placed a hand over his right rib and the other on his left shoulder.“What if I just dug my claws in now?” She smirked teasing again. “Or had a knife?” She conjured one with a small wrist movement and allowed Wes to feel the smooth surface of the blade between his neck and shoulder. Trinity rose some mock challenging brows while amusement glinted in her eyes.

She gave him a moment or two, but before everyone dived on her to save the beloved Son of Aphrodite or Wes thought this was the day she had cracked, Trinity shot up on her tip toes and kissed his jaw once. “See, completely open to attack. A mob of women could have pounced on you.” She backed away grinning broadly then shrugged innocently.



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Just as it felt she was making progress, Ajax plucked the necklace from Keith and gave curt thanks. Seemingly now that he got his way he wasn't much for gratitude or maybe he didn't have time to express it.

"At least he said thank you.” The comment drew Evelyn's attention back to the male with glasses, trying to make up for the son of Zeus's behaviour. "You know someone once told me the Valises will always look out for each other first. They get tunnel vision when it comes to each other to the extent you could be in immediate danger and a Valis in fraction of that, and they'd still choose each other."

A little understanding hum came from her throat. People would do just about anything for family. Evelyn cast her gaze into the endless woods. She noticed Keith shifting and getting uncomfortable in her peripheral but left him to stew.

"So you strike me as powerful and - I wanna try. I wanna try use my powers."

Despite herself she smiled. She glanced to the son of Hecate on the verge of grinning with pride. His willingness to try opened doors for Evelyn and himself no doubt. It took a few attempts where Evelyn smiled kindly when he looked to her, but in time and with some perseverance his visions were conjured. Even if they were a bit dead in appearance, they existed. And without having a relation with Hecate, she could guess conjurations and illusions were hard work. “That's amazing.”

The hunters pointed their weapons at the closest targets causing Keith to change tunes. "Woah." He began to back up.

Evelyn placed a hand gently on his back to prevent collision again. She slanted her head slightly pass his shoulder to peek at his startled expression. “You gave them life, you can take it away,” she told him calmly. After studying Keith for some time, Evelyn cast her gaze onto the hunters. She had utter faith in the son of Hecate and remained cool. Evelyn entirely grasped the potential danger, but she had to place confidence in him too.

Her hands slid to his shoulders and Evelyn took a deep breath in, then out pointedly, hoping Keith would follow suit to center himself.


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Mason looked away, shifting his gaze from her. Andy knew that look. She exhaled softly but waited silent and patient for him to speak up and protest. "I want to see him too. I just think you've had a big day and....you're not entirely ready," he finally said.

Andy tucked her top lip gently between her teeth while nodding her head. Big day, big week... big year. She felt like she hasn't been able to a get a break since came to camp. Everything seemed to bubble up and over flow one after the other, without a moment to breathe. She was so used to being overwhelmed and worrying about something that the thought of having a normal day was lost on her anymore. Mason wasn't trying to hurt her or offend her, but simply cared about how much she was putting herself through in the span of a couple hours.

"I'll go with you. Of course I'll go with you," Mason finally answered her question. "But it's not going to be any easier." He looked her over, not looking the most pleased about her eagerness to hunt down her brother. He then turned his back to her to give her some privacy, but Andy didn't move. "When you're ready."

Maybe Mason was right. So often she was the one trying to talk him down and get him to think rationally. Now it seemed as though the shoe was on the other foot. She wanted to go find her brother, stare him... or whatever he was in the eye and hope that seeing her was enough. But it was all false hope that, in the end, would only hurt her more. And she'd be lying if she said she was in a good mental state to handle that.

"Maybe you're right," she said barely above a whisper. "I need a second," Andy mumbled as she walked past Mason and headed into her bathroom. She shut the door behind her and locked it. She leaned back against the cool tile wall, her chest heaving on the edge of hyperventilating. Andy looked at her reflection in the mirror as she tried to calm herself, and what stared back at her was a ghost of herself. Gaunt, with dark circles under her eyes. Her nose was engulfed in deep shades of purple and blue, while dried blood stained her upper lip and the top of her shirt.

She hated being such a burden. Andy, for so long, was the person who was there for everyone else. And now she was person who was a zombie. She should have accepted their support, but she hated herself like this. At every turn Andy pushed her friends away not wanting to drag them down with her. A knot grew in her stomach as she thought about going back out into her room and tightened more when what she was really going to do crossed her mind.

Andy waved her hand over the mirror, instantly cleaning up the dirt and blood from her face. All the while casual clothes replaced her training attire, leaving what she wore earlier than day in a pile on the floor. Without a word to Mason, Andy opened the window in the bathroom and climbed out, landing in the grass below with a quiet thud. She felt bad leaving Mason and Trinity waiting for her, but she needed air. She loved her friends, but she was exhausted. Tired of wearing a brave face from sun up to sun down. Tired of saying she was fine when she wasn't. And tired of making others worry about her when it was out of their control, even her own.

She wondered her way through the woods, avoiding the paths in case someone decided to chase after her. Somehow Andy managed to find a small cliff overlooking the lake. And for the first time in days she felt like she could breathe. Andy walked to the edge and slowly sat down, allowing her feet to hang over the edge. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of the breeze in her hair as she conjured an ice pack in her hand. With grumble to herself about her purple face, she raised the pack to her nose then laid back on the ground and stared up at the sky.




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Sylas watched begrudgingly as his sister detoured away from their cabin with Ji-Hyun. Meddling was what Eris children were good at but he couldn't help but sneer at the thought of his sister spending time with demigods of weak and worthless Gods like Hypnos. Such a waste of time. The only people worth manipulating were those with real power or standing in the camp. The ones constantly at each others' throats or at the heart of this ridiculous excuse of a camp.

He groaned to himself as he pushed off the tree beside him and redirected himself back to the main part of camp. Thankfully most of the soreness from the fight with Andy had seemed to wear off, although he was sure her rage had only started. The mere thought of the anger brewing in the girl made him smile. It wasn't a long fight but it was enough... Just enough for him to persuade her subconscious and plant seeds of discord within here. He hadn't been at camp very long but from what he saw, she was one of the few things that kept Mason and the Valises from ripping each other apart. Now wouldn't that be a sight.

As Sylas made his way back to the main hall to find someone to make his time less boring, he couldn't help but notice a trio closely cluttered together. His brows quirked as his pace slowed, watching them curiously. No doubt new to the camp by the way they never left each others' sides nor seem to know where to go or what to do. He pursed his lips, slipping his hands into his pockets and lightly kicked a near by rock.

Since there were no better takers, Sylas decided to watched where they wondered to. As they approached the stables, he finally took to walking and followed behind the blonde trio. He wasn't in a rush to follow after them and would rather he stumble upon the newbies rather than blatantly look like he chased after them. He slowed upon reaching the entrance, propping himself against the doorframe just in time to hear one of them introduce himself to a visually perturbed Alex. "Hello there, my name is Ethan Knox and my companions and I are new arrivals to this camp. I was wondering if the stables was open to all campers here. If not we'll leave an get out of your hair."

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“You kissed me." Wes didn't fight his smile and it only seemed to grow when Trin couldn't fight hers as well.

"Is that what that was?” he teased with a playful smirk.

“It’s okay. It was... nice.” Wes's gaze followed hers as it dropped to her hand that still clutched the fabric of his shirt. He laughed softly as she released her hold and apologized. “Oh, sorry.” He tried to take her hand in his but she dropped it too quickly and took a step back. Wes sighed softly letting his own hand drop back to his side.

Trinity respected his decision to not chase after the hell hound he happened to befriend in capture the flag. He may have persuaded the beast to his side but that's not where she belonged. He never liked the taming of wild animals who deserved to be free. But by the look on Trin's face she was about to dive into serious territory. So, instead of speaking he stood their silent and waited for her to say whatever was on her mind.

“But,” the blonde added, holding up her index finger. Wes raised a brow curiously. “Just to be a classic party pooper, if you weren't who you were, tell me you understand those things would rip us to shreds.” He had half of a mind to make a joke at that moment. But something told him that even under Trinity's light tone there was a seriousness and worry. It was nothing new to anyone that Wes not a seasoned fighter... in the slightest. And made dumb decisions. He gave a subtle nod of his head toward her showing that he understood.

“Did you know you have one arm now? And uh, that makes you more vulnerable to attacks. Especially towards predatory animals and creatures, they pick up on it like-” Trinity then snapped her fingers.

"Shit? I have one arm!?"

Wes feigned shock with a huge grin on his face. His chuckled slowly faded away as Trinity closed the distance to him. One hand grasped his shoulder, the other pressed his chest causing him to take in a quick breath. “What if I just dug my claws in now?” He glanced down slightly at her hand, then met her gaze once again.

Trinity then smirked teasingly. “Or had a knife?” With a movement of her wrist, cold metal was pressed against the warm skin of Wes's neck. He raised his chin slightly at the touch and even found himself smirking back down at her. Anyone else should have felt unbelievably intimidated in that situation. Trinity was one of the most deadly people at camp... And she was holding a blade at his throat. Quit poetically she held his life in his hands. Yet Wes was calm.

Seeing Trinity like the predator she was only made him fall for her more. He never met a woman so powerful. No one would dare cross her or second guess her abilities. She could kill him in an instant, before Wes could even try to fight back. But under her intimidating display, he could see glimpses of her protectiveness... and worry for his well being. Wes didn't falter though. He stood his ground and held her gaze without wavering.

The blonde kept the blonde there for a long moment still. Then she dropped it and in that moment, Wes released the breath he hadn't realized he was holding in. Trinity then closed the distance between them, shifting to the tips of her toes to place a gentle kiss upon his jaw. Wes's stoic expression cracked to another ridiculous grin. He was half tempted to grab her while she was close and kiss her again. But he restrained himself. A hard task indeed.

“See, completely open to attack. A mob of women could have pounced on you,” she said with an innocent shrug and a cheeky grin.

Seeing as how they might be waiting a long while for Andy to reemerge from her cabin, Wes lowered himself and took a seat on a near by tree stump. "Well..." He finally spoke up, grin still plastered on his faze his left hand reached out and took her hand. "I don't want a mob of women." His smile grew as he gently tugged Trinity toward him and guided her to take a seat on his left leg. Part of him had a feeling she'd fight him on that. She was an independent woman and things went slow for her, which he respected without question. But Wes wasn't trying to make a move on her. He simply wanted the brief moment they had alone to sit with her.

"And you know..." he added, casually wrapping his arm around her waist, resting his hand on her hip. "If you're worried about me. You could just tell me to not be an idiot and get myself killed," he said with a soft chuckle as he looked up at her. Of course, they both knew that asking that only went so far. His stupidity lost him his arm and it could easily take his life as well. He wasn't much of a fighter. They knew that. He could only imagine the scarier thought for her was that he would stupidly get himself killed for her without hesitation. Wes's expression grew a little more serious as he sighed and let his cheek rest against Trinity's shoulder.

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"Well...I don't want a mob of women." Trinity allowed herself to be pulled onto his leg somewhat reluctantly but she didn't protest either. All she gave was a playful eye roll and that wasn't at his actions as much as what he said. Besides, once perched there she discovered it wasn't the worse seat in the world. She wrapped an arm around his neck for support.

“But the -”

"And you know..." Trinity stiffened as his arm came around her waist and rested his hand on her hip. This time she didn't know if it was because he spoke or because of his touch, but she ceased her argument on the spot. "If you're worried about me. You could just tell me to not be an idiot and get myself killed.”

Trinity frowned in confusion at the suggestion. “I mean I could, but that’s not very fun, or effective,” she pointed out then cracked another smile. Inside, she knew none of it was effective. He wouldn't budge his ways for anybody and they were fine to make light of it until things ended badly. Trinity probably could have nicked him, hell, stabbed him outright and he wouldn't have hit her or used his powers. Wes settled into her shoulder, but he didn't get to rest while her mind ran on unpleasant scenarios. Her fingers slid up into his hair and she tugged on it. She grinned and quickly pat his head apologetically, tilting her head to the side as she observed him.

“Now, before you rudely interrupted,” she teased, “tell me how the lover responds to love then. Fair enough, you're not textbook definition of a fighter, but say some girls were sexy and charming and they wanted a piece of Wesley Preston, do you feed their appetite?” Since the beginning it might have seemed Trinity was painting him in this sinful womanizer way with her questions, but in truth she was always curious about the other end of the spectrum. Trinity could imagine it was only natural for Aphrodite's children to indulge in the desire of others and themselves, like it was for her to fight.

She frowned as another question occurred, though bit her lip as it was particularly awkward. “So...so, erhm, who becomes insatiable in that case, when they sleep together?” she clarified. “Is it Aphrodite or....the people?” Maybe it was none but a lot of myths floated around about Aphrodite and her children and their....particular skill sets.

Then more and more questions started knocking around in her mind, getting more intrusive and endangering the little time and moment they were having together. Trinity thought of his ex. The ex she never saw, who's name she didn't even know, and never knew about but she was in her head. Trinity tightened her arm around Wes's neck. She spoke softly to him, “Can you tell me about - ” She was cut off yet again, this time by a slam in the distance.

Mason was storming away from Andy's cabin. “Oh boy,” she mumbled. And she thought they had done so well. Trinity got to her feet but apart of her told her to give Andy some space. She might have pushed Mason away just to get it. “Should I go check on her?” Then another part of her wanted to quickly pick up where she left off with Wes too.




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She gasped and her heart lurched a second time when the arrow made impact. She glanced down expecting to see the arrow had pierced through the both of them, but Keith had taken the grunt of the damage. He screamed out then collapsed. Consoling him would fall short of a good deed or redemption for her guilt. In truth she didn’t know what she could do.

"I can't...I can't get the arrow out, I can't do it."

Evelyn fell to her knees by him slowly. “You have to leave it in.” Her panicked acquaintance with ragged breathing who was writhing in pain. “Ssh, ssh” she soothed and finally put her hand on his chest with enough pressure to keep him still. Evelyn glanced to his eyes sadly then the arrow protruding from his body. She placed her other hand on his head and closed her eyes trying to suppress the pain for him. She drew her hands away from him eyeing him anxiously.

"Take me to the med hut," was all he said. Evelyn nodded and tried to carry Keith to his desired destination, ducking under his arm while wrapping her own around him. When he staggered, she did, although she knew she had to be strong, keeping her eyes ahead. She held Keith a little tighter and marched on.

Once in the med hut, Evelyn gave the workers their space but watched on with concern. She was a responsible party in this as well. Her fingers curled up to her lips nervously and she rose on her tiptoes to see past the heads and bodies that surrounded him. What was beyond them was a sad sight, her eyes flickering to the other numerous scars across his body.

"I'm sorry," he said. Evelyn crossed her arms. He was completely wrong to be sorry, although she did deserve his ignoring her.

Once the aid cleared out she approached him, the guilt in her gut amplifying. “I’m sorry for pushing you into it, truly. If you weren't ready I should have respected that, only you know you best.” Upon getting closer she could see more scar tissue. It was almost enough to render her speechless, but she found herself beyond a point of reservation and control. “What happened?” she blurted wide eyed. “Has someone been hurting you?” Evelyn looked to him expectantly.


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Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Emery St. John Character Portrait: Ji-hyun Jin
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Andy heard the rustling in the trees behind her long before footsteps approaching. She was so exasperated by everything that she didn’t care what it was. Camper? Friend? Foe?... Hades? It didn’t matter at that point. Andy didn’t look over to the source of the footsteps until the person sat down beside her. She didn’t know who to expect. A pissed of Mason ready to argue with her for leaving without a word? Trinity? Maybe Ajax trying to apologize to her again for the… She’s lost track how many times he’s apologized to her since they’ve been together.

But no… It was Emery. Andy pulled the ice pack from her face and slowly sat up. She gave the girl her best smile, but she knew it wasn’t very convincing.

"Can I help with your nose, or would you rather be left alone?" Emery asked as she looked out over the lake. "Looks like you got yourself a hell of a beating."

Andy’s brows furrowed, taking her a moment to remember that Athena children could heal. She smiled, letting her hands, holding the ice pack fall into her lap. "Yeah," she chuckled weakly. "Had a run in with Sylas during the game. Just a nice little souvenir." She motioned to her nose as she talked. It wasn’t a comfortable wound, but Andy was never one overly worried about her appearance.

"If you don’t mind… I would greatly appreciate it. I don’t know how I would be able to repay you." Andy ran her finger along the ice pack. After a moment or two she made it vanish under her touch. "I could conjure something for you… Anything you want." She smiled softly as she brushed loose brunette hairs behind her ear. "Or, ya know, bore you with boring conversation about stuff you probably don’t care about. Sadly I’m not as entertaining as I used to be." Andy laughed, shrugging her shoulders slightly.




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[color= #68838b]"Yeah, Sylas seems like he might like a good scuffle,"[/color] said before he opened the door to his cabin and motioned her inside.

Sloane slowly entered the cabin, but quickly moved aside as Ji-hyun began to run around and clean his room bed he could. She couldn’t help but chuckle slightly. She didn’t care how clean or messy it was. Honestly, it was the first cabin she’s been in aside from her own. It wasn’t like people were lining up to befriend the awkward weird girl who could probably make them all go crazy.

"Sorry, just a moment," Ji-hyun said as he continued to rush around, clearing a chair and gathering things together best he could.

"It’s ok," Sloane said as she looked around the room. Instead of focusing on the mess she took in his way of life. The little bits of decoration, the places he seemed to enjoy the most… Of course, the bed, which was no surprise, considering his parentage. Even in the clutter it felt far more welcoming and warm than her own cabin. But one major thing was different… No Sylas. She couldn’t help but be envious of that fact.

Ji-hyun turned the now cleared chair around and offered it to her as he spoke. "If I'd known someone was coming in I would have tidied up this morning." He went to take a seat on the bed but quickly stood back up. "Um, yes. I have a first aid kit in the cabinet."

Ji-hyun went to grab it before Sloane could offer to retrieve it herself. She gave a slight smile as she reached out and took the kit from him, then motioned for him to take a seat on the bed opposite her. "You didn’t need to pick up for me. This is your home now, I’m just a guest," Sloane said as she opened the first aid kit and began to rummage through it’s contents for what she needed.

Sloane paused, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth as she thought. "Umm… It might be better to do this in the bathroom." She closed the box and moved to her feet. Sloane didn’t wait for him to agree or disagree. Instead she gently took his non-injured hand and led him to his bathroom. She put down the toilet lid, then gently motioned for him to sit down.

She set the first aid kit down on the counter and began to pull out the things she’d need: alcohol, gauze, ointment, needle, thread, tape. Sloane made sure her hair was out of her face before she gently took Ji-hyun’s wounded hand. "It looks worse than it is," she said as she turned on tepid water and carefully guided his blood covered hand beneath it. She was careful to be gentle as she wiped his skin clean, avoiding putting the wound directly under the water source.

Sloane turned off the water and grabbed the alcohol. "This part won’t be pleasant… I’m sorry," she said sheepishly as she removed the cap then took hold of his hand again. She waited for his ok, then poured the alcohol over the wound. Sloane could only imagine how much it burned but she knew an injury this deep had to be flushed to avoid infection. Ji-hyun would be thankful for it later.

Once it was clean, Sloane kneeled on the ground before him. She took a towel and dried his hand as gently as she could manage. She leaned in closer to assess the wound, trying to gauge how deeply he was cut. "I think… You may need a couple stitches. Three, maybe five. But it looks pretty deep."

Sloane made quick work of stitching him up, trying to make the discomfort pass as swiftly as possible. She then held his hand in her left, while her right gently rubbed ointment along the cut. And finally, she wrapped his hand so that no new bacteria or anything else could get into it. "I don’t know if it’s the prettiest mending… But it’s better than being forced to stay in the med hut overnight for a little cut." Sloane smiled up a him slightly before she stood back up and began to clean up after herself.




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“I mean I could, but that’s not very fun, or effective,” Trinity said with a slight smile. Wes saw through it though. They both knew the truth… That no matter how much she begged him to be careful and to think of himself, he couldn’t. Not when she was more important than himself. Of course, she’d disagree. But that was what relationships were like right? Although relationship was a loose term… Wes was committed to Trinity, but they never put a label on what they were. He didn’t want to pressure her and he was content waiting. But in his eyes, he’d do anything for her… And dying for her fell under that category. He was almost certain she knew that he was that type of person and unfortunately, no matter how much she persisted, his nature wouldn’t change.

He smiled contently as they sat there, letting his eyes close when her fingers first ran through his hair. But Wes’ eyes quickly shot open when she gave his hair a tug rather than affectionately playing with his hair. He raised his head to look over at her with furrowed brows only to be met by a sly grin and a pat on his head. Wes rolled his eyes slightly and was about to rest his head against her shoulder, but before he could Trinity broke the silence.

“Now, before you rudely interrupted, tell me how the lover responds to love then. Fair enough, you're not textbook definition of a fighter, but say some girls were sexy and charming and they wanted a piece of Wesley Preston, do you feed their appetite?”

Wes’ brows furrowed as he sighed, adjusting how he was sitting so that he could look at her. It seemed just enjoying each other’s company wasn’t on the menu. “You don’t like silence very much, do you?” he teased. “Well…” he started, trying to think of his answer. He had never been asked something like that before. “Before camp… Before you, I would have went with them.” His gaze drifted off, focusing on some insignificant piece of dirt rather than look at her. “I wasn’t a good person before camp, not to say I’m much better now… But your assumptions of the type of person I was… They aren’t wrong.”

It wasn’t easy admitting to the girl he cared for the kind of person he was. Wes could tell she was trying to see how he used to be, maybe to see if he wasn’t like the stereotype of Aphrodite kids… But the truth was… he was. Womanizer was an adequate term. He didn’t know the number of women and honestly, Wes didn’t want to sit down and figure it out. Since he’s been at camp he’s changed, tried to be a better person and thinking back on how he used to be only filled him with disgust… for himself.

Wes could see Trinity’s wheels turning before she asked another question. “So...so, erhm, who becomes insatiable in that case, when they sleep together? Is it Aphrodite or... the people?”

“I uh…” Wes struggled for words, clenching his jaw slightly as he thought. “It depends on the people. I don’t think I can give a clear answer. Some people are like vampires when it comes to their lust… I don’t think it has to do with a connection to Aphrodite, but personal appetite.”

Trinity sat there silent for a while, but out of the corner of his eye Wes could see the thoughts and questions all over his face. Her expression made his stomach turn and not while his gaze diverted. Her arm tightened around his neck, causing his breath to catch for a brief moment before he looked over at her. “Can you tell me about - ”

Then the sound of Andy’s cabin door closing followed by Mason walking off without a word caught his attention. Wes didn’t know if he was thankful for the interruption as he felt the tension leave him… Or angered by it. Deep down Wes knew these questions and the conversation was inevitable. Maybe it would be good to get it out of the way sooner rather than later so Trinity could decide if she could accept… or not accept the person he was and, in part, still is.

“Oh boy,” Trinity mumbled before standing up. Wes sighed softly, letting his hand fall from her side and rest on his knee. “Should I go check on her?”

Wes pushed off his knee as he stood up and ran a hand through his hair. “You know Andy better than me.” He could tell Andy has been acting weird for a while now. Every since the new year started, it was like a gut feeling inside him said that something was off. Just something small, almost like a tumor that was slowly growing inside her. Wes wasn’t all knowing but he could feel something dark when he was around her and it wasn’t Andy, it was foreign. Wes hadn’t told anyone because how do you explain something like that to someone else and expect them to believe you? He had felt it around some of the other campers as well. He couldn’t help but wonder if it was something else, but he had no proof beyond a guy feeling. So, he remained silent on the matter.

“Maybe she needs girl time.” He shrugged slightly. “She’s dealing with her brother… But she is also dealing with her boyfriend and her best friend constantly trying to kill each other. I can’t imagine it’s easy for her to open up completely to either one of them.” Wes sighed, looking in the direction Mason disappeared in. “I could go talk to him. I don’t know how much help I could be… But I’m not a Valis.”

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Even though he was teasing and complying, Trinity sensed some real dissatisfaction for ruining a 'could be' content moment. But it was just one of the many ways she was merciless. His answers weren't mega assuring but at least he was somewhat honest. The problem was he didn't directly answer how he'd deal with it in the present. Could he really say no to an inviting face? His answers had the effect of driving her mental, but there was simply no way she could bluntly ask "so what's your appetite then?" and "would you turn down a daughter of Hera?" That would take the interrogation to a nasty turn. There was no time for it anyway.

“You know Andy better than me.”

That was unhelpful. Yes, the two had gotten closer but Wes still understood the psychology of people better than her. She let out a frustrated huff.

“Maybe she needs girl time.” He added. “She’s dealing with her brother… But she is also dealing with her boyfriend and her best friend constantly trying to kill each other. I can’t imagine it’s easy for her to open up completely to either one of them.”

When put that way, it sounded like Andy desperately needed to unload on an impartial party such as herself.

“I could go talk to him. I don’t know how much help I could be… But I’m not a Valis.”

Trinity turned to him dumbstruck. Part of her thought he got his pronouns confused for a second but no, it seemed he meant Mason. “I kind of feel like it’s the equivalent of sending red riding hood into the wolf den.” Her understanding was, while they didn't interact much, she doubted there was a special place in the son of Hades heart for Wes, like Wes's heart for Mason. And they were literally just discussing how Wesley doesn't attack or defend himself appropriately. Mason was the animal that would jump on vulnerability. “You have not being a Valis in your favour but... ” from what Mason said to her, he painted Alex and Wes as a couple and sometimes she did too. Trinity just shook her head to herself looking at Andy's cabin. Not like Wes listened anyway and she wasn't the boss of him or about to tell him what he should and shouldn't do.

She clucked her tongue rolling it over in her head. If worse came to worse, Andy could tell Trinity to bugger off and she'd head her own way. And the worse for Wesley would be Mason giving him the cold or something. But how did she leave Wes on a good note. It didn't really feel like there was a way since she had been her uncharming self as usual.

Trinity spun back around to face him. “Well, I'm gonna try this 'girl time' out and I will see you....later?” she guessed uncertainly. No doubt she would see Wesley's face again, it was more a matter if he wanted to see her or dodge her like the plague.

Regardless, she approached Andy's cabin and knocked on the door. Just because a guy didn't like her, life certainly wouldn't stop. She gave it a couple good seconds because if Trinity were anywhere near in the same shoes as Andy, answering a door could get stuffed. “Andy, it's me.” She let herself in after a moment and crept inside the cabin. Usually she would have waited for an invitation to come in but given the circumstances... “You okay?” she called gently. A slow little venture through the cabin was enough to gather Andy wasn't in there or unresponsive when it came to the bathroom. Trinity squatted down and felt a draft come through the bottom of the door. She squinted in thought and just to prove her hunch, headed outside and circled the cabin. When she saw the bathroom window open she had a mix of emotions; from insult and hurt to understanding and being impressed. “Hm. A ninja among us.” Trinity rested her hands on her hips and pursed her lips.

Alone time was one of those things where sometimes it was needed and had to be respected, and sometimes could make the drowning in thoughts so much worse. Trinity began to pace. Okay, so my best friend and boyfriend are in a constant blood feud and I'm in the middle. Love them both. My brother died. I just heard he's around camp somewhere. That cocktail of emotions would not be good suppressed. Where could she begin to look for Andy?



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"No, no," he said then felt his scars gently. Evelyn released the breath she was holding. She couldn't believe him and she was disappointed that he wouldn't be honest with her and with himself. The chances that he was excessively accident prone was ridiculous. "At least I don't think so. I don't....I don't know." His change in tone struck a chord in her. He eyed his body and started to get upset causing Evelyn to frown too. "I don't remember any of them." When he looked at her, that was the final straw. His emotions were true. This man was telling the truth and having his memory locked away was unfair.

"Look," He tried to sit up but before she could scold him he slouched forward and revealed the scar on his back. Evelyn's eyes flashed with fear. She hovered her hands over the scars and tried to measure them, but there was little room for doubt. Something had pierced all the way through him. "I know I'm not that strong but I would never allow myself to be tortured. That could have killed me. How could I forget something like that?"

She watched him lie back down without a word on her part. This all was shocking for her but for him it must have been much worse. "It's like the further I try dig the more lost I am. I have these gaps...these huge gaps. And it terrifies me."

She swallowed the lump in her throat and quickly pushed aside her feelings. Keith needed help. Help that was beyond what she could give but for now she had to suffice and offer him something. “Sometimes our mind represses things to protect ourselves.”

Her eyes trailed over his tormented body then took his hand gently inspecting another faded injury along his arm. She wasn't a forensic expert but it looked like a bite. Her mouth fell agape again slightly and she flickered her gaze onto him. “Keith, if someone has been doing this to you we'll find out who and why.” The best thing for him at the moment was rest. He needed to take it easy while he recovered not get wound up. Her thumb began to caress his hand then stroked up the inside of his wrist over the vein. To the blind eye it looked like a massage of a kind, in reality Evelyn was carefully slowing his nervous system so his anxieties faded and hopefully he could sleep. “We just need more help,” she muttered and drew her hand back gently.

Evelyn waited a little longer by his side. In advance she knew she had a lot to study and investigate.

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"Hello there, my name is Ethan Knox and my companions and I are new arrivals to this camp." At first, thinking they were talking to someone else close by, Alex didn't pay attention to them until she realizes they were, in fact, talking to her. She takes Pegasus' riding gear off and allows him to wander inside of his stable.

"I... um...welcome." she said, holding back from what she was originally going to say before distracting herself by closing the stable door. "I'm Alex." she smiles as best as she can, hopeful of it not looking mechanical, while the rest of her body felt like screaming or shouting with the anger that clawed its way at her insides. At least they didn't know about the hallucinations. The way she still felt was like being trapped in a deep, dark hole with no way out.

Her palms began to sweat as she chews lightly at the skin on her bottom lip, and pulls her long sleeved top over her knuckles, holding them in place with her fingers digging into her palms.

How long were they going to hang around?

"I was wondering if the stables were open to all campers here. If not we'll leave an get out of your hair." she was about to reply to him until she heard a chuckle behind the trio. She leans to the right slightly, looking right at a guy who had a slight smile across his mouth as he propped himself up against the door frame.

"Stable are open to anyone." she answers their question.
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Duke approached and put a hand on Ajax's shoulder, his smile stiff. "She'll always come back." As always, Duke was right. His Wild-Child of a younger sister always found her way back. Even if she was royally pissed at him for about a week, tops. Just like with Alex, Duke and Ajax had been the best of friends for absolute years. Always looking up to him, always offering decent advice.

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"Flying carpet is more my style." he smiles.

"Come on, Aj, if you have any energy to spare we'll train." Duke pats his brother's back, and Ajax let out a sigh as he rubs at his imaginary beard. "Alright, but you asked for it" he chuckles. Half of him knew Duke wouldn't take no for an answer anyway, and the other half of him could do with the distraction and release.

He leads the way down to the training grounds that had always looked like a large gladiator arena, and playfully smacks Duke in the shoulder before he gets into a boxing stance, both fists up near his face with light footwork in the sand beneath their feet. "Ready." he smirks and uses one hand to taunt his brother towards him.




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Eve generally liked to show up late and make an entrance, but this was annoying. Everyone already knew each other, and had the lay of the land, which put her at a distinct disadvantage. And she never liked to be at a disadvantage, which is why, rather than making introductions and making herself known, she’d spent the day lurking about in the shadows learning everything she could about her camp mates. She’d never met other demigods before, but it turned out they were just like anyone else, full of drama and tension to exploit.

Pete had taken off the moment they’d arrived that morning. She ought to have been annoyed that he’d rather send time god knows here reading some boring book instead of information gathering with her. And there was a time in the past she would have been annoyed. But lately he’d been a terrible partner in crime, always getting in the way of her fun.

Like right now, she was in the shadows watching Trinity and Wes, being so sweet that she felt herself getting a second hand sugar rush. But she couldn’t help the smirk that took over her features as she listened to Trinity’s questioning about his past. There was definitely enough insecurity there to split up the burgeoning couple, it would fun and all too easy. After all the goddess of love didn’t exactly make them smart or faithful.

Eve was already thinking about how she’d do it, when a boy stomping by broke up their conversation, thank god. She crouched in to make sure she heard everything as they describe the boy as Mason. Now that was a name she was all too familiar with, the one with a grudge about Zeus’ kids. Son of Hades. Her eyes lingered on him walking off, already forming an idea in her mind. He was more attractive than she’d been expecting for any child of Hades, clearly he took after his mother. And the situation between him at the Valis kids was ripe for manipulating, it seemed like all he needed was a little push. So she’d happily risk the danger to give him that push.

“…she is also dealing with her boyfriend and her best friend constantly trying to kill each other…” Eve continued listening in on Wes talking about the girl Andromeda, but her eyes were on where Wes had disappeared, if she wanted to act on this she had to go now, she couldn’t afford to lose him.

With a quick glance back the couple, she decided that was a situation that could wait and chased after Hades’ son. Of course she did it silently, jumping from shadow to shadow without making a sound. Her shadow movement was one trick she’d have to thank her mother for one day. Usually she could be quite cocky about this, almost daring the person to notice her, but this time she hung back very reserved. She didn’t know how much she’d be able to get away with when working with demigods. She’d heard rumours that children of hades could manipulate shadows too

Eventually he stopped and entered a secluded cabin. She waited outside for fifteen minutes, giving him time to get settled so it wouldn’t look like she’d followed him. Then the rapped on his door, clearing her throat and putting on her best innocent and scared voice. “Hello. Is anyone in there?”

She paused for a moment and when she didn’t hear any movement she continued to talk through the door. “Um, it’s my first time here, and I’ve gotten myself really lost. Please open the door.” She laced her words with her magic, implanting the thought open the door. Without seeing him it would be weak, but she figured a son of Hades who is already in the bad mood probably needs a little push to open the door.

“I’m Evangeline.”



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"He doesn't seem like good news," Emery commented on Sylas.

"I don't think I'm the best judge of character." Andy laughed weakly. "The only thing I do know, is he is very competitive... Obviously," she rolled her eyes playfully while motioning to the state of her face.

"You don't have to give me anything in return. Maybe you can just talk, and we'll say you owe me a favour."

"Deal," she smiled softly. Andy helped her friends so often, that receiving help from someone herself was strange. Part of her was happy that it was someone else, someone new, rather than the people she's been surrounded by for the past year. As much as she loves and cares about them, it can also become suffocating keeping this front up that she was ok. That she wasn't, changing, depressed and struggling to go from day to day. Andy remembered what it was like being new at the camp, and it was never easy, especially surrounded by all these powerful and intimidating demigods. So, in the end, maybe this moment of peace would be good for both of them.

"This won't hurt," Emery reassured her as she placed her hands on either side of Andy's face. A shimmer of light grew over her face slowly, the brightness causing her to close her eyes. Then before she knew it, Emery withdrew her hands. "There. Feeling better?"

Andy raised her hand and gently started tapping her nose, before fully grabbing it and rubbing it to see if she felt anything. She smiled from behind her hand. "I don't feel a thing."

"You certainly look better."

She laughed, rubbing her nose once more before dropping her hands into her lap. "Thanks. I had kinda, just, accepted that I was going to have a crooked nose the rest of my life. Would have made for an interesting story." Andy adjusted how she sat, letting her legs hang off the cliff as she looked out over the water. "How did you fair in Capture the Flag? I don't think I saw you... But to be honest, it seems no matter where I go I always end up in the thick of drama." She chuckled, not happily but more of an exhausted laugh of someone who's accepted that this was her life and there was nothing that could be changed about it. "I'm sure a daughter of Artemis would be killer at a game like that. Much better than me." She smiled.




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Ji-Hyun sat still and calm the entire time Sloane doctored his wound. She didn't waste her time, but still tried to be as gentle as possible as she worked. She was so used to Sylas's complaining and squirming, that having someone calm and patient made everything proceed easily with little mess. "You've got pretty steady hands," he said once Sloane had finished, wrapping the final bandage around his hand.

"My brother is very... accident prone, Sloane replied with a slight smile. "He also is such a baby with things like this. Sylas was not very good at sitting still." She moved over to the sink and began washing her hands. "But thanks," she added.

"Here, let me help," Ji-Hyun said as he moved beside her and aided in putting away the first aid kit. Sloane glanced over at him from the corner of her eye, smiling briefly. "I bet you're a lot better than the med hut staff."

Sloane's smile grew slightly at the jest. "Well, I never claimed to be a doctor."

"And think of the cool scar I'm going to get out of this. I'm no good at combat but it'll be a story to tell."

She watched him survey himself in the mirror, before putting the first aid kit back in its home. "It might warrant a story. Someone might think you made a blood pact for a cult or something with a scar like that," Sloane joked. She didn't want to be rude and wonder about Ji-hyun's cabin, especially when he seemed embarrassed by the state of it, not that she minded. So, instead she tried to stand as casually as she could in the bathroom. "Oh," she added, pointing to his hand. "Try not to flex it too much for... a week? You could pop a stitch or reopen it."

"Do you want a drink? I think I've got some soda in the fridge. I've got to find a way to thank you, too."

"Sure," she replied. Then after a moment she spoke up once more. "You don't have to make it up to me. It's kind of my fault you were hurt in the first place. If I would have stayed and helped, instead of chasing after Wesley... Sorry." Sloane looked down at her hands slightly. This would be the moment where her brother would scold her for the better part of an hour. In Sylas's eyes she never did anything right, unless it was using her Eris given powers. Then he was envious... Jealous that someone like her, who doesn't wish to have them, is better than him.

Sloane shook her head slightly, trying to shake away the thoughts. "Sorry, I got lost in my own mind." She wasn't used to having conversations of any length with anyone other than her family. Keeping a conversation alive was never her strong suit, but still she tried. "Can I ask you something? Being a child of Hypnos, are you actually tired all the time?" She laughed, hearing how dumb the question was once she asked. "Is that just a stereotype?"




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"I kind of feel like it’s the equivalent of sending red riding hood into the wolf den." Trinity wasn't wrong. Wes and Mason might have had ten conversations in the past year, if you want to consider them conversations. But he understood something the brooding son of Hades didn't, emotions. No, he didn't think Mason was void of emotions, but Wes could feel them as they are happening. He knows how people feel, if he wants to or not. And something was off with Andy. He would hate for a friendship to be put through more hardship than the two of them already have, because the girl is struggling with things she is going through. Wes could try to explain this to Mason... Although, it was unlikely he'd listen, especially to him.

"You have not being a Valis in your favour but..." Wes sighed, letting his gaze fall to his hand. He knew Trinity meant well, but sometimes, how often she thought he shouldn't do something got to him. Don't fight, don't get involved... Whatever it was. Was he that fragile? Or a ticking time bomb?

Trinity turned to face him. "Well, I'm gonna try this 'girl time' out and I will see you... Later?"

Wes nodded his head. "You'll know where to find me," he said quietly as he watched her walk away. He sat there for a good while, second guessing his decision to talk to Mason. But in the end, he decided it was something he wanted to do. There was so much crap going on at the camp, that if he could stop one fight by talking to dark and gloomy, then he would do it. Wes wasn't in a rush though, he casually strolled through the woods, passing by other campers as he made his way to Mason's cabin. As he rounded the corner, he came to a halt seeing an unfamiliar blonde on his porch. Wes's brows furrowed as he stood there like an idiot trying to decide if he should continue forward or turn around.

In the end, he pivoted on his heels and started walking in a different direction. Wes had no idea where to go, instead he just wondered aimlessly around the woods, kicking the occasional rock or stick. He eventually came upon a little opening in the trees where the wind blew softly and the sunlight illuminated the grass and dandelions. With a sigh, he sat down and laid back in the soft grass. It wasn't long that he was lying there when he felt something tickle his fingertips. It nearly made him jump out of his skin as he sat up abruptly, coming to find a rabbit that had scurried back a few feet. "Oh, uh... Sorry little guy, you scared me." Wes extended his hand back out toward the small fluff ball, letting calming emotions flow into the bunny. "Gods, when did I become the animal whisper?" He laughed to himself.




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Sylas’s brows raised as the trio of newbies turned around after he spoke. He flashed his best smile. Did he mean it? Of course not. He couldn’t careless about most of these sniveling drama queens at the camp. This trio was no different. They seemed inseparable, arriving together, wondering together. Splitting them up or turning them against one another would be a fun task, but at the moment he was more focused on the tip toeing Alex. So, instead he allowed subtle feelings of discomfort emit out from him into the three of them. Just enough.

"Oh, we just arrived here so if there was any orientation we missed it."

"No kidding," he mused, looking between them. Sylas didn't say anything else, instead his eyes squinted slightly as he studied them. He could feel their discomfort, even before he heightened it. Surprisingly it wasn't because of himself, which would have been understandable. Afterall, under his friendly layers is a sociopath. He could only imagine that someone people get a pit in their gut when around him, not that Sylas minded. But they were discomforted... By Alex. The thought nearly made him laugh, but he kept it to himself. Funny how these so called leaders of the camp become so unhinged. It's too easy.

"Well, we'll just get explore the stable a bit more. Thanks and nice meeting you Alex."

He nodded his head toward them as they left Sylas alone with Alex, who quickly walked right up to him. He wasn't intimidated. His casual stature leaning against the doorframe, didn't change in the slightest.

"Have we met?"

Sylas pointed to himself as he spoke, "Sylas Astor, I was at the party last night and also was part of Capture the Flag. I suppose I'm easy to overlook for someone as popular as you and your brother. My sister and I are both newer here... She's brunette, awkward, doesn't really talk to anyone. So, you probably missed her." He chuckled slightly.

He parted his lips to say more, but said nothing as his brows furrowed together. Sylas couldn't see the person but he could feel... emotions moving closer to them. He pushed off the doorframe, uncrossing his arms as he looked around. Then he heard it. It was quiet, a whisper but there was power behind the words. "Hit him."

Before Alex could do anything, Sylas quickly reached out and grabbed her arm by the wrist. "You aren't very subtle," he said in the direction of mischievous emotions Sylas felt coming from the shadows. He was not in the mood to be punch in the face, he was still sore from his encounter with Andy earlier. That's when the thought hit him. With his hand on Alex, keeping her from hitting him and her attention distracted, he let the tendrils of discord slowly flow from him and into her. Physical touch always made for the strongest influence and he focused these feelings toward Andy. The girl who is taking your brother away from you and turning him against you slowly. She doesn't care about you. She thinks you're a murderer. You know the truth, Andy is just using your brother to isolate you, because you killed Jennova. You hurt the man she really cares about. She doesn't care about you. She doesn't care about Ajax. You need to protect your brother.

Sylas slowly released Alex's hand, still looking around suspiciously. "Sorry, I'd rather not be punched, if you don't mind." He flashed her a sympathetic smile.

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Iliana allowed Heath to lead her towards the exit when she noticed out of the corner of her eye someone approach them and casually walk past them. She heard him whisper words to her and she felt the compulsion behind them and in her fragile mental state, she had no will power to stop them from affecting her.

Like a bolt of lightning, she suddenly took off running at top speed and hardly registered Heath's shout as he called out her name. It was just her need to get away from Alex's anger that cause her to take off immediately, plus the power behind the words. She had sprinted right pass two other young men who had been dueling.

Iliana had no idea where she was going, only that she had to get away from the stables as quickly as possible. She didn't even realize that Heath nor Ethan had followed her, which had been due to what was currently happening with Alex.

Even though Iliana was a faster runner then Heath and Ethan, she didn't have the endurance they had so it wasn't long before she ran out of breath. As she tried catching her breath she saw she was in a forested area and saw someone in front of her, bent down. Normally Iliana would have been terrified of meeting a complete stranger, but before she could walk away, she had caught his calming emotions. Still she was too shy to do anything else. Luckily for her, she still had her pen and notebook.

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Heath had instantly saw another person show up and start walking pass them. What happened next shocked Heath that it took him a few seconds to register it. One minute Iliana was right next to him and Ethan, the next second she took off like a gazelle.

"ILIANA!" He hollered, too stunned to do anything.

He would have took off after her, but Ethan grabbed his arm, restraining him.

"Heath! Keep calm and think, you know as well as I do that she's a faster runner then us. Let's not rush off with no direction okay? Remember we have tracking stone that Demeter gave us? Let's go get that from the cabins." Ethan replied.

Heath nodded, but his mind was still racing as to what caused Iliana to bolt in the first place. He always had to figure things out and find a logical explanation to things. He could tell that before his adopted sister took off she was starting to calm down, so what was that happened. It was then he recalled that someone had passed by them. He had looked young like the rest of them and so that meant he was a demigod. Did he have something to do with Iliana taking off? Turning, he looked at the person, who was now next to Alex and the other dark hair young man. It was at that moment he heard Alex to tell one of the guys to let go of her.

Things quickly went downhill from there as both Ethan and Heath felt Alex's power growing and they could hear thunder outside. Ethan groaned. What a way to find out who's daughter Alex was. Only a child of Zeus to affect the weather that way. Even with Iliana's abilities to control the wind, rain, and earth, she couldn't control thunder and lightning. Both young men started backing away. Ethan never wanted to use his serenity inducement so badly, but he couldn't because Alex's emotions were well beyond capabilities and he had just used a bunch on Iliana too.

Both Heath and Ethan turned when another person showed up and approached Alex calmly. Both guys let out a sigh of relief when the fella calmed down Alex and hugged her. Both heard him mention he was Alex's brother. He also turned his attention to the other two guys in the stable. Alex's brother was furious, and it appeared he believed those two were responsible for Alex's outburst. He commanded them to go to the main hall. Ethan moved to Heath's side and whispered in his ear.

"What do you think we should do now?"

Heath thought for a minute. He wanted to find his sister badly, but they couldn't just leave without drawing notice. Plus, Heath didn't want Zeus's son to think they had anything to do with what just happened. Better to address the situation.

Turning to Ethan, he replied, "Let me handle this."

Slowly coming into the view of the others, Heath bows in respect to Zeus's son.

"Forgive the intrusion, but my friend Ethan and I were just about to leave to go find my adopted sister, Iliana. She had taken off suddenly. Miss Alex, I do hope you feel better soon. Again, sorry for the interruption."

With that, both he and Ethan left the stables and started heading back to the cabins.

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"A crooked nose might have improved your face a little. No offense," Emery said causing Andy laugh softly, while shrugging her shoulders. There are much worse things that having a bent nose. "You're really pretty. My grandma would have said a bit of difference, a once-broken nose maybe, would have added some character to your face. But I'm glad you look again."

Andy smiled sheepishly at the comment about her being pretty. It wasn't something she heard often, not even from Ajax. Compliments were always a foreign concept to her. But she appreciated it, nonetheless. "I think I would have liked your grandmother. Was she a big role model in your life?" Andy never met her grandparents. Presumably, they passed before she was born. Her father never talked about them much and since they bounced from one base to another frequently, it wasn't like she would of had to the opportunity to meet them if they were still alive. Her life was always absent a female role model of any sort, so whenever someone mentioned their own mothers, aunts or grandmothers, it piqued her curiosity.

"Me?" Emery asked.

"No, the guy standing behind you," Andy teased, pointing to the tree line behind Emery.

"I was on forward duty, moving towards the flag. Unfortunately, you know, I didn't really manage to move too far." Andy nodded her head, her gaze fixed on the sight beyond the cliff. Capture the Flag was definitely one of the exercises where some would flourish and others would be lost wondering around aimlessly until the final horn blew. She, herself, was only in the game for her brief encounter with Sylas before the drama of... everything pulled her away from it. She shook her head trying to shake off the thoughts. Andy needed a moment, this moment, to... breathe and not think about it.

"Don't be too hard on yourself. I mean, I don't know what you did, but I didn't quite manage to play my part either, which was pretty disappointing, to be honest." Andy nearly laughed at the comment about what part she played in the game. She didn't. She did what she does nearly every day... Keep Mason and Ajax from killing each other. Or better yet, protecting Alex who doesn't deserve it, so that Mason and Ajax didn't kill each other. "I'd hoped to be able to at least see some action. I'm definitely going to work harder on our next training activity."

"If you're ever wanting to train, I'd be happy to train with you. I'm sure Trinity would love to join as well." Andy glanced over her shoulder at Emery and smiled slightly. "I wouldn't worry too much about the exercises, honestly. We all learn more from training and sparring with each other anyway." A sad smile crossed her lips as she looked down at her hands. "If my brother was..." Her voice trailed off momentarily. "I'd warn you not to train with him. He has a tendency to make shit hit the fan. If I remember correctly, one time he conjured Leatherface or Jason... I don't know, one of those horror film baddies to chase after Trinity." She laughed softly. "He was a troublemaker... But like the good kind."

Then there was a comfortable silence. Gods, Andy forgot what that was like. For there to be a content calm, no arguing, death threats or apologies. She was so tired of the apologies. There comes a point where someone saying sorry so many times that it just, loses its meaning and Andy was tired of hearing it. But here, it felt like camp... Before everything. It was nice.

"How are you dealing with all the drama? Seems like you could use a break."

Andy let out a deep before laying back on the ground beside Emery. "That's the understatement of the year." Surprising, to herself, she was able to laugh about it, not a fake one but a real genuine laugh. "It's exhausting... It's like being a referee for lions." The sky began to rumble over head, a storm growing out of no where on a sunny day. Andy knew what it was and for the first time, she was in the presence of someone she didn't have to hide her true feelings around. She let out an audible groan and rolled her eyes. Such a small gesture but it felt like being able to breathe. She's never been able to just, get pissy about the whole situation without retaliation. "Looks like someone set her off."




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Ji-Hyun froze halfway across his room, pivoting on his heels to turn and look at Sloane. "There's no need to be sorry, Sloane. Things happen. Besides, Wes came well prepared." He then continued on his path and grabs two sodas for them. "My friends know I don't mind when things go wrong. Things just happen. Sometimes... Sometimes things are shit. What are you gonna do about it? Just keep moving around it."

True enough, but was she his friend? Sloane hardly thought spending part of a day could change people from strangers to friends. But she was not the expert when it came to what counted as friendship. Her life has been absent of that comfort for as long as she can remember. She stood there patiently, watching as Ji-Hyun moved around two chairs for them. He motioned toward one for her, before he took his own seat. Sloane glanced to the door slightly. She could leave. Had she overstayed her welcome? But the thought of leaving and being faced with her brother, or worse, explaining to him where she's been, she decided to stay.

Sloane made her way across the room, taking the seat beside him. She took the offered can from Ji-hyun and cracked it open. "To Sloane, the only medic to ever apologize to me."

She chuckled softly and raised her can to meet his, then took a sip. Sloane laughed again at his sarcastic comment about her already asking a question, before he answered. "Is that what people are saying about me?"

Sloane paused with the can pressed to her lips and shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know what anyone says. I'm not really the most approachable person at camp," she admitted. Not that she overly minded that fact. She avoided people for a reason and that reason was Sylas.

"I'll have you know, Sloane, that I can in fact operate on very little sleep if I wanted. I could sleep for an hour each day and still be able to run circles around you. The difference is that I choose not to, because I have better things to exert energy on. Like right now." He motioned around in a general nature before continuing. "I'm sitting in a comfortable cabin with a friend and cold drink on a warm day. Alaric would have me out there fencing or learning how to take a tiger down with a nail file or whatever. It's obvious which is better."

Friend? Well that answered that question. Sloane smiled slightly as she ran her fingertip along the edge of the can. "You have a point... Some people here aren't what their parents have painted them to be." She raised the soda to her lips. "And some are," she concluded before taking a drink. Her gaze drifted to his window, where she happened to see a few campers passing by and what looked like a storm that grew in the sky. Her brows furrowed slightly. Something in her gut said that those clouds had something to do with her brother. But she refused to trouble herself with his own chaos.

"For what it's worth," she added, filling the silence that had grown. "I don't think I fall under what would be assumed for an Eris child." Sloane adjusted how she sat in the chair, tucking her right leg underneath her as she got more comfortable. "I mean... I have the abilities, and I'm actually better at them than my brother," she said in a hushed tone, almost as if she were afraid he could hear her if she spoke too loud. "But I don't find much pleasure in using them."




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Slowly the rabbit moved its way from sniffing his fingertips, to allowing him to gently pet its ears. "See, that's not so bad is it?" Wes had never been much of a nature person. He had never been camping or canoeing and even if he could swim before his accident, well that was shot. But it seems that over his time at camp, he had at least gotten somewhat decent with animals. It was a subtle way for him to make sure his abilities didn't get rusty because he never liked using them on another person. But animals didn't come with the baggage that half of the people at camp had. So, much drama and tension. It was only a matter of time before someone overstepped and everyone was at each other’s throats. What was expected putting a bunch of superpowered teenagers together? They already cause enough trouble in High School, abilities only make it worse. But animals were simple. Once they were calm, they all wanted the same thing, comfort and companionship.

Wes had zoned out petting the fluffy little thing as his mind wondered, only to be brought back when the rabbit leapt into his lap. "What the—" He caught the little guy in his arm, slowly calming it as he looked around. It was until he glanced back over his shoulder that he noticed they were no longer alone. A blonde girl, young in comparison to the other campers by the looks of her. She was trying to catch her breath, and definitely looked like she was expecting to run into anyone.

He didn't want to frighten her. Wes could feel how shaken up she was and he wasn't going to press it, nor force her to be calm. He gently let the rabbit settle itself into his lap before he raised his hand in a surrendering manner. "Don't worry, you're safe." He gestured to the absence of people around him. "It's just me and uh..." Wes looked down at the rabbit. He had no idea if it was a male or female, nor did he have any intentions of hiking up its leg and checking. "Frank. Frank is a good name. Do you like that name?" He asked the rabbit, who was already half asleep in his lap. "And honestly, I think he's more dangerous than I am."

Wes smiled warmly and lowered his hand back to pet Frank's head. At a place like this, anyone could be a threat, but he found it hard to believe if anyone saw a one armed son of Aphrodite as anything but comical. "You can join us if you want... There's plenty of soft grass, so you don't have to sit anywhere near the weirdo with one arm talking to a bunny." He laughed to himself. Wes new Trinity would find this funny if she saw him like this. "I'm Wes... Son of Aphrodite." Because people at camp seem to care about that sort of thing. "And about as useful in combat as chopsticks."

With that he smiled at her welcomingly. "Oh yeah," he added, scooping up Frank in his arm. The ball of white fluff resting its head into Wes's hand, ears twitching at the sounds of birds above and leaves rustling. "And this is Frank. We became best friends like 5 minutes ago." He chuckled as he placed Frank back down in his lap gently.




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"Get your hand off me now."

Sylas released her arm, holding up his hands in a surrendering manner as he took a step back. He made a sideways glance toward the new guy, raising his brows slightly. Damn this chick had a taste for the dramatics. Regardless of whatever things he implanted in her mind, he simply stopped her from punching him and she got her panties in a bunch. He had to repress the urge to roll her eyes at her anger. "I don't ask for permission when it comes to self defense. You'll be fine."

Of course, she wasn't. Like the flip of a coin, she started freaking out like a person in utter denial, or maybe someone losing what remained of her sanity. Sylas leaned back out the door slightly, to look up at the sky, seeing it change in an instant overhead. But he didn't back down, he stood there and watched as the chaos consumed her. It took everything in him to not smile at the downward she displayed before him. Sylas didn't think it would be so easy... So, simple. He usually took his time building people up, chipping away at their insecurities. Alex must have been tip toeing on the edge of instability for some time now, for one simple influence to push her over. He saw it now, plain as day, Alex was his key to the destruction of this camp. And the one person who would be more than happy to assist him, was the one person who wanted her dead.

Alex's eyes started to glow white as the rage boiled over in her. Sylas looked over at the stranger, quirking a brow. Was this a game of chicken now? They both caused this. Admittedly, more Sylas than him. Now it was a test of bravery to see who would out last the other before running for shelter. He was curious how long the other guy would last, but he had no plan to move. He wanted to witness this all first hand.

But then... Captain Camp showed up to calm Alex down. Sylas's interest quickly diminished. He turned on his heels and started to leave when he heard Ajax's annoying voice order him. "You two. Head to the main hall. Now. And don't even think about detouring, or not heading there, because I will find you."

Sylas couldn't hold it back this time, he let out a laugh as he slid his hands into his pockets. "No." Simple, concise and to the point.

“I didn’t mean for all that.” Really? Because Sylas did. Unfortunate how people don't have the balls to back up their actions. If you're going to act so open... Stupidly, then fucking back it up. Don't tuck your tail between your legs and back pedal. Sylas wasn't caught, yet. So, anonymity was his friend. “Not that it’s worth much from the mouth of a Hera descendant, I suppose?” And the dots connect. Hera was known for her taste for chaos almost as much as his own mother. This was a gentleman he would like to get acquainted with, at a later date. “I don’t take orders from you. But come find me if you’re feeling bored.”

"Everyone else at camp might worship the ground you walk on, but you're not my superior. You are a camper here. Just like the rest of us." He took a step toward the door, pivoting around so he was walking backwards but still facing Ajax. "I'm not going to get scolded at like a puppy because I stopped your unstable sister from punching me. If you want me, come find me. But, it looks like you have your hands full anyway," he added while motioning toward the pair.

And before Ajax could argue otherwise, they both were gone. The son of Hera disappeared into the shadows, while Sylas confidently strolled down the path towards the woods, not even wasting the energy to look back. He had better places to be. Before he knew it, he found himself heading towards the cabins, one in particular, home to someone of a like mind. It was only a matter of time before he rounded one path, finding himself faced with a curious sight of Mason's lips pressed to a saucy blonde he had yet to set eyes upon. Far be it for Sylas to intervene. Instead he opted to lean his right shoulder against a nearby tree. It wasn't long that he raised a brow to approaching footsteps. He sighed, trying not to roll his eyes at the sight of the two men from the trio of newly arrived campers. Gods, did that group ever know how to sever the umbilical cord?

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Iliana observed as the young man interacted with something. She wondered who's son he belong to because she felt naturally drawn to him. Was it his soothing energy or something else? She tried to recall what she knew about the other gods, but was drawing up blank. That was because her memory worked best when things naturally came to her, not when she forced it. Still she slowly approached him and it was then she noticed he was missing an arm. She never met anyone who was missing a limp before. She couldn't help but wonder if he was born that way or lost it another way. Her gut told her he lost it somehow.

She froze in fear though when he turned around and saw her. She would have bolted but he spoke up.

"Don't worry, you're safe."

He then proceeded to try and calm her down and she finally saw he was holding a rabbit. While Iliana had a bigger affinity for flora, she still liked fauna. Hearing the demi-god say that the rabbit was probably more dangerous then him caused the edges of Iliana's mouth to tip up slightly. While it wasn't even a grin, it was probably the closest to a grin Iliana had had in a long time. The person then proceeded to introduce himself as Wesley and that he was Aphrodite's son. Well that made sense since he had this air about him that drew her in. Iliana had only met Aphrodite once when she was a small child and had briefly lived with her mother. It was the time right after her father's death and before she went to live with Heath's family. She had never met anyone more beautiful. She had just learned how to make flower wreaths and gave one to Aphrodite at random when the goddess visited her mother's private greenhouse for something. The Goddess of Beauty loved it and told her she had a knack for making beautiful things. It was those words as to why Iliana still made flower wreaths.

After Wesley finish speaking, Iliana came forward and sat down next to him before writing in her note pad before holding it out. She always used a clean sheet when talking with strangers.

On it it said, "My name is Iliana and my mother is Demeter. I can't talk. I've met your mother years ago. She was nice."

After Wesley read it, she pulled the notebook back to her and looked down. It was very hard to look people in the eye still.




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"That was pretty intense back there wasn't it Heath? I've heard how powerful Zeus could be, but to see one of his kids start to use it . . . needless to say I am glad Alex's brother calmed her down before she unleashed her power. I don't think I could have lived through that. What do you suppose caused Alex to get churned up like that? She was already a ticking time bomb." Ethan commented after they left the stables.

Heath thought on that for a moment. While it was true that Alex was already walking on the edge, she didn't appear to start to go over it until after she approached the one guy, who had seemed to also give Iliana some uneasiness.

"This is only an educated guess, Ethan, but it may had to have something to do with those two other guys in the stables. I know there are some Demigods who's powers can cause emotional chaos, so it wouldn't surprise me if it was something like that. It's not our problem anymore so let's focus on the task at hand. Hopefully if we're lucky, Iliana hasn't run into anyone." Heath replied, wanted to concentrate on finding his adopted sister.

She would always come first for him, but he would definitely pass closer attention to those other guys from here on out.

Ethan nodded in compliance and the two continued to walk in silence, but the auburn hair demigod didn't stay quiet for long. He was an extrovert after all and talking came naturally to him.

"You know I can't help but wonder what the true purpose of this camp is. Is it really meant to be a sanctuary?"

That caused Heath to turn sharply and he replied instantly, "Oh course it is. Our mothers promised us we'd be safe from humans here."

"Mmm, yes, from humans, but what about from each other? We don't know anyone here and when you have basically a bunch of strangers with powers together, it's bound to cause drama. And not to mention that I think my mom did say there were campers here from last year. Who knows what kind of relationships were established back then."

"So what's your point?"

"That I really hope this place helps Iliana and she not regress if there's too much drama."

Heath would have responded, but the two suddenly came upon something they thought they'd never see. There appeared to be a couple of sorts kissing. And they were right in site of the path that led to their cabin. Ethan turned away and saw one of the same guys as before leaning against a tree. This was definitely a more awkward situation and so the two just look at each other and decided to take the back route. Quietly, they walked away and went behind the cabins.

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Image "Forgive the intrusion, but my friend Ethan and I were just about to leave to go find my adopted sister, Iliana. She had taken off suddenly. Miss Alex, I do hope you feel better soon. Again, sorry for the interruption."

Alex didn't respond. Instead, she kept her arms wrapped around her brother who held her with his arm, her eyes watching as Ajax nodded once as a thank you before both of the guys headed off toward the cabins. They definitely didn't look like the sort to stir up something for nothing, or just to get a kick out of others reactions. Ajax understood their urgency to seek out their sister, and he wasn't about to hold them back from it, just to interrogate them further.

Being bowed to was a shock, but the other two's reaction to Ajax's authority wasn't.

“I didn’t mean for all that. Not that it’s worth much from the mouth of a Hera descendant, I suppose? I don’t take orders from you. But come find me if your feeling bored.” Ajax glared at Pete, and then looked at Sylas.

Sylas laughed. "No. Everyone else at camp might worship the ground you walk on, but you're not my superior. You are a camper here. Just like the rest of us." Oh how wrong he was. Ajax was more than just some leader/superior. He was heir to the throne of Mount Olympus. Ajax watched as he took a step toward the door, pivoting around so he was walking backward but still facing Ajax. "I'm not going to get scolded at like a puppy because I stopped your unstable sister from punching me. Ajax had to keep himself calm, hoping that Sylas wouldn't cross the line any more than that. Calling her unstable wasn't right, but any other words that came sprouting out of his mouth would, definitely, cross the line. "If you want me, come find me. But, it looks like you have your hands full anyway," There was no chance in hell that Ajax was going to run after him. He wasn't worth it. He'd allow the child to have his little staged limelight. For now.

They were both gone in no time. The son of Hera disappeared into the shadows, while Sylas confidently strolled down the path towards the woods.

Ajax rolled his eyes and clenched his jaw firmly as he shook his head. Both of them no doubt peacocking around the camp.

"Shall we get something to eat and drink? we haven't hung out together much, and I need to talk to you." They could have just spoken there, but it looked like Alex hadn't been eating much, or sleeping as much since her complexion was looking a lot paler than her Greek rooted tone. She had forgotten to take care of herself as she slipped into more and more depression. This entire situation with him neglecting her and leaving her on her own was a bad idea. He never should have allowed her to be by herself when he knew what happened with their mother.





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Image Alex silently nods before she follows him towards the hall.

She didn't have much of an appetite these days, but getting time with her brother... she needed it. The hall was lined with tables and chairs, a small reminder of a high school canteen. Only this time, the food was actually decent with no angry lunch lady glaring from behind the counter, making sure everyone enjoyed every mouthful of her food.

Alex took a seat after her brother did, and rested both her arms on the table. "So what did you want to talk about?" She frowned softly as her eyes remained on him.

Ajax glanced briefly across the hall towards the door before looking back to his sister. "About, mom."

Alex closed her eyes for a second or two before she sighed, and reopened them. "Do we really have to? I mean... fine... what about her?"

Mentioning her brought back painful memories for both of them, but Ajax needed to get to the bottom of what happened. Surely then the entire camp would cease from the drama it caused with not only Mason, but others that took his side to defend him. "Tell me exactly what you remember that night, and... how you found out the truth."

Alex took a deep breath and exhaled gently before she began to tell him all that she could remember...

It was during last year at camp, and during the holidays, Demi-gods and Demi-goddesses could choose if they wanted to remain at camp or spend some time with their family before returning for their new term of training. Camp Athens wasn't all training, though, there were always events and plenty of activities on the grounds such as... canoeing, hiking, swimming in the large lake that connected to a cascading waterfall, horse riding, training grounds, art room and so much more to fulfill everyone's needs.

Alex had decided to head back home with her brother, but it wasn't for long. A short-lived trip that had turned into a life-long nightmare.

With Ajax back in his old familiar room, and with Alex in hers, he decided to head out to check the old neighborhood. A culdesac in Nova Scotia; Canada. His old friends had long gone from the area without a single letter or text, so he cut all ties with them and paid attention to the only friend he knew and trusted. Duke.

Back at the house, Mrs. Parkingston, the neighbor who lived across the street with her husband and cat, stood in the window after flashing lights of blue and red filled her lounge. She peered past the cream curtains, straining her old eyes to see. An ambulance, along with two police cars had parked outside of the Valis residence.

Ajax remembered he had sprinted towards the house when he saw the paramedics wheeling out a body. The sheets covered in blood. His heart sank. "MOM? ALEX?" he shouted for them, hoping the body had been an intruder who had broken into their home, leaving the asshole to deal with his mother and sister. Inside, he only found Alex being handcuffed with tears running down her face.

"AJ!" she yelled to him as the police took her away.

"No. Let her go... you have this all wrong. My sister isn't a killer. Al, don't say anything. I'll bring you a lawyer."

Snapping back to the present. Alex sighed. "Before we left camp, I had found it sitting in my room. It definitely wasn't mine, or... I don't remember it. It was pretty, so I wore it. I can't remember killing our mother, but the memory of everything came back to me in small doses after the bracelet was removed from me. They wanted it for evidence as it was covered in blood." She took it out of her pocket and placed it gently into her brother's hand. This time there was no traces of blood.

he studied it carefully. "So it was cursed?"

Alex nodded. "Must have been. Maybe we can ask Evelyn or Daniel and see if they can find any traces of magic left on it?"

He nodded. "Good idea, but first, I need to call a meeting. Finish your food while I go and announce it." He leaned over the table, and kissed the top of her head before he headed outside and towards the staff's cabin.

The speakers came to life in no time. "All camp members, new and old... please head to the hall for a meeting." With that short announcement, Ajax headed back to the hall to Alex, and waited for the arrival of the others.

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Image He was on his way out of Daniel's cabin when Evelyn grabbed him. He looked to her hand first then met her pleading eyes. “Hey, what do you think happened last year?” Duke sighed out and shifted his weight. That would be a long story and Daniel didn't seem too open to talk about it himself.

"Anything could have happened to him, he and trouble constantly met half way." For that exact reason, Duke didn't have the slightest idea what could have happened last year for him to change so much.

“He's...he's not well.”

"That, I know. Look, you and staff know him as Keith but his name's Daniel. There was a war and no one had seen him since. And from what I heard, he wasn't in a condition to walk off or teleport anywhere." Duke didn't see what happened to the camp's favorite magician exactly but he knew Daniel was widely believed as deceased.

“I need somebody who was close to him. Who knows what might have happened to him or who's out to hurt him.”

Duke knew it was Evelyn's way of asking, relying and suggesting his assistance in one. He looked off in the distance. Part of him didn't want to tangle with such a case but he couldn't refuse to help. He nodded to Evelyn then left in search for someone. A Valis might have fit the criteria, he knew Alex and Daniel had a brief thing, whereas Ajax was well informed and trust worthy. Then there was Andromeda to consider of course.

"All camp members, new and old... please head to the hall for a meeting."

That saved him going on a wild goose chase. As he headed to the hall, the same place others were being corralled, he saw Wesley and jogged to join him in stride. "Wesley, did Alex give you your arm?" Clearly Wes didn't have the prosthetic arm on, but if it needed adjustments for comfort or size, the sooner they worked on it the better.

He almost missed the short and timid company Wesley was in. Almost. Duke second looked her and smiled slightly. "Hey..." he recognized the girl as the one that had darted by in the training grounds. But that run wasn't one for training or fun. He could ask if she was okay now but that might have risked some unpleasant emotions resurfacing."I missed you before, I'm Duke." He held out his hand.



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Image Evangeline's mouth was still for a bit but then she kissed back with a vengeance. And it all became rather pleasurable and less about escaping people. He could have kissed her a while longer but she pushed him away with a hand on his chest looking towards the retreating figures. It worked better than he could have hoped. Maybe he should have smacked lips with strangers more often.

“Looks like the peanut gallery is gone. What a shame.” At those words, he looked at her again to be met by a smirk. “The blonde one was gorgeous, we could have asked him to join us.”

He snarled, showing his obvious disgust in the comment. Those Aphrodite kids were flimsy and a little too loose for his liking.

“Oh and forgive me if my love radar is screwy, it might be because I’m not related to Aphrodite. I believe you call my mother Hera?” Mason did his best not to give her a reaction, but it was evident he was displeased. Her lies were harmless but gave him a complete different impression than the snake underneath. His confession before suddenly seemed not just gossip but ammunition for her. Mason inhaled through his nose suppressing the urge to charge her and torture her until she turned into the fragile girl she played for real. Then again, taking down spoiled bitches might have been more of Trinity's domain.

“He’s all yours. But be warned he’s a sloppy kisser.” The remark seemed a little out of the way to try annoy him, but got his attention on Sylas. He rolled his eyes and approached the son of Eris.

"At least I got a kiss out of it," he said, for once trying to see the bright side. Once Evangeline was gone, Mason finally smiled. "If I was her, I would have held that card a little longer. She would have had so much potential. But now...tut...such a waste." Mason could throw off her game with other campers if he so desired. Luckily for her he didn't care that much about fellow demigods so it wouldn't be a frequent disruption.

"So what about you Sylas? What have you been up to?" In briefly knowing the guy, it was likely he had been doing something. It was just a matter if the guy wanted to show and tell.

When the announcement came on Mason cracked another cold smile. "I suppose we're all heading to the hall then." And Mason did that without any audible complaints, though not exactly a good pace either. When Ajax came over the system it usually wasn't for personal reasons.

Mason didn't bother sitting, hoping it was at least a brief little gathering they were having then he could slip straight out the doors again. Mason saw something then and slowly moved across the back of the hall, prowling towards it. He didn't want to catch the attention of others, much more for Andy to see it first.



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Image The tension was palpable and there was nothing he could do to change it but wait it out. Evelyn offered to get some drinks and Keith directed her to the kitchen. Even she wanted to escape the mood of the room for a bit, a sturdy daughter of Nemesis. That must have been some record. Sitting there alone for a time, Keith thought Evelyn might have outright abandoned ship. His gut sunk. He had to see it coming. But she returned with their drinks and Keith lit up.

"Do you want to play anything? Cluedo, aahh monopoly, 21, Yahtzee, Operation?" Admittedly they were games better played in a group larger than two but he wasn't one drowning in popularity and options.

Apparently there was no time for a game to come out because Ajax came over the speakers requesting a meeting in the hall. "That's a bummer." Not that his guest likely shared his enthusiasm for a good old fashioned board game.

Keith headed over with Evelyn slowly, his goal walking there being to show he could get there in one piece his own without using the red haired girl as support. He was very pleased with himself when he stepped through the hall doors. He shuffled out of the way of entering and exiting demigods and sat on a table near the back wall. He thought he was pretty safe there, not in immediate view or in the way, a wall behind him, minding his own business..

"Daniel? What are you doing here?" No such luck. The son of Hades wanted to torment him now.

"I was told to come to the hall like everyone else. If you want this spot, just take it." Keith moved to his feet choosing to avoid conflict, but was shoved down again by the shoulders.

"I can't believe you're alive," he spoke in a hushed tone, eyeing him head to toe. Okay, he was useless and uncoordinated, he got that but that was a little harsh. "How are you here?"

Keith noticed Mason was blocking the door from view, cornering him. "A series of travelling methods, you know car, plane..." Mason frowned, apparently it wasn't the answer he was after and he looked displeased. Keith fiddled with his arm cuffs. "How...how were your holidays?"

"Seriously?"

Keith nodded hesitantly as if it were a trick question. There was another heavy silence. Maybe he should just be master of tense moments. He looked around uneasily for witnesses to the assault to come. "You don't have to go into it if you don't want," he muttered.

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"Is it a just a stereotype, then, that Eris children are all manipulative?" Sloane chuckled at Ji-hyun's comment, quickly bringing the soda to her lips. She wouldn't say she was manipulative, but that she is manipulated by her brother to do so. She never met any other children of Eris, but she could only assume that most of them fit the bill.

After she mentioned her own stance on her parentage and what came with it, Ji-hyun seemed interested, even leaning forward in his seat. "What can you guys do? I assume children of discord are able to influence emotions, but I'm not too sure of your other abilities."

"Yeah, we can manipulate emotions... It tends to work with existing emotions, just kind of twisting them or heightening them rather than drawing from something new or characteristic. I guess that would also depend on someone's subtly, or lack thereof." Sloane leaned back in her seat, her brows furrowing while her fingertip traced the brim of the can. She had never been asked to list what she is capable of. It all felt so fluid, a small part in a bigger machine. "I can also cause chaos... like make people violent or angry, kinda like an aura type thing. But the thing I'm best at is hallucinations... Like manipulating perceived reality."

Sloane parted her lips to say something else when thunder rumbled overhead. It was so loud it made her jump slightly where she sat, looking to the window, surprised at how dark it had gotten in the short time she was in Ji-hyun's cabin.

"Ah, those two, on the other hand... they could be good at what they did if they wanted to, but with all the storms they're bringing to camp it's a wonder the ecosystem isn't entirely ruined by unnecessary amounts of rain." Sloane looked back to Ji-hyun, smiling slightly at his comment. "Total waste of energy if you ask me." Her eyes widened as she nodded her head silently in agreement. It took her a long time to learn how to fully control her abilities. It took patience and practice... And she didn't think the Zeus duo knew that, or cared.

"But nevermind them. You were saying?"

Before she could attempt to say anything further, a voice echoed over a P.A. system that must have been setup throughout the camp. "All camp members, new and old... please head to the hall for a meeting."

Sloane didn't know the voice, but whose voice did she know beyond her brother's and Ji-Hyun's? She sighed, finishing the last bit of the drink she was offered before moving to her feet. "I guess that means us too?" It was more of a rhetorical question. Sloane would have much preferred hiding out in that cabin all day avoiding meetings, other campers and her brother, but it didn't look like that was an option. "Are you coming?" She asked looking back toward Ji-Hyun as she stepped toward the door.

It wasn't long before they found their way to the main hall. A handful of campers had already arrived, faces she might have seen in passing but Sloane couldn't put a name to a face. Instead of trying to make idle chat with people she didn't care to know, she found her way to an empty table and took a seat. Hopefully, whatever this meeting was, wouldn't be long. She highly doubted it involved her.




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The young blonde seemed apprehensive at first, hesitant to approach him or maybe not knowing what to make of Wes. But he didn't move instead just deciding to remain where he was. There really wasn't much else he could do. After a moment she slowly approached him and sat down in the grass beside him. She then pulled out a notepad and proceeded to write.

Wes's brows furrowed as he watched her, before the girl turned the pad around and showed him what she wrote. "My name is Iliana and my mother is Demeter. I can't talk. I've met your mother years ago. She was nice."

He had to fight the urge to laugh at the comment. Iliana seemed genuine in her remark. Wes's own relationship was nothing so simple. But it'd make sense for someone like Aphrodite to have a natural compassion about her in regards to others. He nodded his head and gave him best smile. "I'm sure she was."

Wes didn't know if he was thankful or annoyed at the sound of Ajax's voice echoing throughout the camp. On the one hand, he didn't have to dive into his relationship with his mother... If it could even be called that. But, he also wasn't in the mood to leave Frank or trudge his way back toward the main part of camp. Either way, it didn't seem like he had a choice.

With a sigh, Wes slowly lifted Frank from his lap, giving him a final pet. "Alright buddy, my cabin is down that way," he said pointing in the general direction of his cabin. "If you ever need some carrots, come on by." He stood up slowly and motioned his head toward the center of camp. "We've been summoned," he chuckled.

They were nearly to the hall when Wes heard footsteps approaching from behind. He glanced over his shoulder in time to see Duke approaching. "Wesley, did Alex give you your arm?"

Wes glanced down at the place where his right arm used to be, confused. "Wouldn't it be like... decomposing by now?" The thought of his previous arm and the state it would be in made his face scrunch slightly in disgust. But after a minute, he connected the dots and his eyes widened. "Ooooh. Yeah, no. I haven't seen Alex since Capture the Flag."

He looked toward the hall as Duke and Iliana acquainted themselves. Wes cleared his throat and nodded his head in the direction of the hall. "I'll see you all inside." He slowly entered the hall and scanned the room for either an empty seat or a table to join. When he saw a tuft of familiar blonde hair, a small smile grew upon his lips and he took a step toward her. But then he froze, able to feel the anger and animosity coming off of Trinity even at that distance.

Part of him thought he should leave her be and that whatever was bothering her, she could come to him if she needed him. But Wes never liked seeing her upset, so he slowly made his way over to her table. "Hey," he said softly as he placed his hand on her shoulder, taking a seat beside her. "Is everything ok?" His gaze scanned her face for an answer while he gently rubbed her arm with his thumb.




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The unfamiliar blonde parted herself from Mason and trotted her way toward Sylas like she didn't have a care in the world. “He’s all yours. But be warned he’s a sloppy kisser.”

He couldn't help but chuckle, raising his brows in amusement. "Well, I wasn't planning on making an honest man out of him." Sylas pushed off the tree after the blonde left, looking toward Mason as he approached.

"At least I got a kiss out of it." Fair point. Who didn't enjoy locking lips every once and awhile. "If I was her, I would have held that card a little longer. She would have had so much potential. But now...tut...such a waste."

"Some people are narrow minded... Lack vision." He shrugged his shoulders. "I do believe I must have met a brother of hers. Interesting. Seems they may do my work for me... Take the fall for it too." He smirked slightly. "Even better."

"So what about you Sylas? What have you been up to?" Mason asked. But before Sylas could answer the inquiry, an announced rang overhead. Was that really his ploy? Neither himself nor the other guy wanted to listen to Captain Camp, so now he calls a meeting of the entire camp. What a pussy. "I suppose we're all heading to the hall then."

Sylas couldn't help but roll his eyes. Not at Mason, but the situation. "I was making good on my word, he started as he walked alongside Mason, heading toward the hall. "It's seems Alex is inches from going over the edge. It was almost too easy sending her into a fit. Almost took the fun out of it."

When they reached the hall, Sylas lingered for a moment, adding one final statement before they parted ways. "I should probably warn you, that in persuading her toward instability," he said with a hushed tone so only Mason could hear. "I had to implicate a certain favorite of yours." Sylas then gave Mason a reassuring pat on the shoulder as he walked past him. "But she seems tough. I'm sure she'll be fine."

With nothing more to add, Sylas entered the hall, his eyes quickly setting upon his sister sitting at a table with the boy he saw her with early. Sylas was never the subtle type, nor did he care about making shitty first impressions with people he didn't care about befriending. "Sloane... What are you doing?"

Sloane visibly tensed at the presence of her brother at the table. In that moment she wished Ji-hyun wasn't there and he didn't have to see this. Or that her brother didn't set his sights on him. "This is Ji-hyun."

"I didn't ask who you were doing. I asked what are you doing?" Sylas's gaze shifted over to the unwelcome male sitting with his sister. "Why are you wasting your time here? She's just playing you like she does everyone else. She's just using you. Sloane doesn't make friends with worthless no bodies."

"Sylas, stop." She was visually uncomfortable, no longer able to meet Ji-hyun's gaze or her brother's.

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"Trinity's an Ares, right? I'd love to train with you guys, if you'll have me."

"Yeah, of course." Andy smiled. "I mean, you'll learn a lot more from her. But, you're always welcome. And we operate under a no drama umbrella." She laughed softly. There was so much drama already at camp, that, at least, during training, they could not think about it.

Andy propped herself up on her elbows, looking over at Emery as she spoke. "My grandma, yeah, she pretty much raised me. She was the toughest old lady I ever knew, and she wanted me to be perfect so she tried to lead by example." And then there was silence. "I miss her."

"I miss my brother," Andy admitted. She knew Emery might not know the whole story, not like the others at camp. Someday, she would have to tell her. Maybe that was something else they could share? A sympathy of loss. But right now wasn't the time. She didn't even know if she would be capable of getting through that conversation at the moment, with the news she just learned. How would Andy explain that? Her brother died in a war and now is back, but isn't, but she doesn't really know because she hasn't set eyes on him? That was too much to lay on someone all at once.

Then with the incoming storm came a whole other boat of drama. It seemed Andy just lived in the middle of it no matter how much she wished she didn't. "Set who off?" She didn't have to answer the question, Emery pieced it together fast enough. "I take it you're not the biggest fan of the Zeus children? Or... just Alex?"

Andy laughed weakly. "She uh... Killed my best friend's sister. I was the first one to arrive after it happened... I buried her." She sat up right, shrugging her shoulders. "That changes your opinion of a person."

Then as if right on cue, Ajax's voice alerted all the campers to head to the main hall. Andy couldn't help but sigh. She was enjoying this... A moment away from all the drama, with someone who didn't sit there and tell her that her best friend was a piece of shit or her boyfriend was a piece of shit. Just a kind face to talk to and forget. Andy moved to her feet and offered Emery a hand. They took their time walking there, or maybe it was just her. Andy wasn't particularly in a rush to get back into a crowd of people who were ready to rip each other’s faces off.

She followed behind Emery as they walked into the hall, catching sight of Theo who seemed to be looking out for her. "I think someone is looking for you." Andy smiled, nodding her head toward him. "I'll catch up with you later." She gently patted Emery's arm before she moved her way through the room. Andy saw Trinity and Wes, glimpses of Alex and Ajax, who she was in no particular rush to go and talk to. It didn't take her long to find Mason, talking to someone she couldn't make out by the back of their head.

Andy weaved her way through the people until she reached him, gently hooking her hand in the bend in Mason's arm. "Hey," she said softly to get his attention. "I'm sorry about leaving. I needed air and—" She stopped mid-sentence when she saw Mason's company. The sight took the breath from her, leaving Andy standing their in a dumbfounded silence. It looked just like him, short brown hair, height... face, but the expression was mischievous and his eyes were different.

She didn't know what to do or to say. Her grip tightened on Mason's arm like a life line as she looked this Keith dead in the eyes, trying not to be hysterical and shake the true Daniel back into him. What was she supposed to say? It didn't matter when she couldn't bring herself to speak. "I... uh... Do you know who I am?"