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Camp Athens II

Camp Athens

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a part of Camp Athens II, by FeistyDeadlySins.

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Camp Athens is a part of Camp Athens II.

31 Characters Here

Trinity Wallace [231] The Fiery Heart
Mason Hughson [230] The Harbinger
Andromeda Bolton [213] The Dauntless
Wesley Preston [206] The One-Armed Teddy Bear
Alexandria Valis [188] The Wild Child
Ajax Valis [185] The Righteous
Daniel Vadas [173] Loki Junior
Sylas Astor [164] The Deceiver
Sloane Astor [158] The Prodigy
Evelyn Masters [156] WIP | The X Factor

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

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

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

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

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

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

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





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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Liv, like many others, quietly sat as witness to the many trials playing out before them. As Demigods marched, one by one, through the archway, she couldn't quite pinpoint her feelings. The duality of her personality emerged in silent expressions - from bitterness to stoic, to all the other facets of emotion. Yet, she couldn't figure out if these trials were a good things or not. Were they pointless? On one hand, the gods loved and cared for their children, even if they were not always present in their lives. They'd never put them through something for no reason. Perhaps, unless one was Hades, but Liv felt that even the God of the Underworld had a weakspot for his son.

From a coldly logical perspective, fear and insecurity caused others to do irrational things. It withheld one's full potential. These trials also laid bare that which her peers attempt to hide which gives a glimpse of insight. It's all newfound knowledge. The knowledge that Liv shall not waste as she watched with owlish curiosity, and attempted to pick apart the inferences, subtle or not, in their illusions. There were a couple of people she couldn't wait to watch walk through the archway. They'd not be able to hide behind their strength forever.

Whatever had transpired between Liam and Sylas, she'd have to thank them later.

She cast her gaze up at her father for a moment, but it wasn't the expression of a defiant daughter. As much as she'd like to keep being a pain in his ass, Liv needed to step up her role and banish the memories of his other children. That seemed to be the only way to get him to notice her.

The Children of Ares were most important to her, and just by Sloane's trial, perhaps there was something to exploit there. Her eyes drifted to Liam momentarily - of whom was muzzled and bound like the rabid beast he apparently was. A single Ares child could cause a lot of chaos if handled the right way. She kept that in mind and pulled her attention away from him to view other trials.

Evelyn's was interesting. Liv found herself wondering if the well-spoken and mannered redhead enjoyed flirting on the edge of danger and the vile potentials of her power. While she did not know her very well, she had a less loud presence in camp. Was she caught between desire and the constricting binds of morality? The daughter of Poseidon let out a little hmm, leaned forward with her elbows on her knees, and cradled her chin on the knuckles of her right hand. She always enjoyed an enigma, and at the moment, Liv also struggled with power and morality.

During Evelyn's trial, and a little bit after, Liv wondered if one could have desire and power without freedom from morality. In this world, so many sought power yet only one percent of people actually make it. Why is that? Studies show that there is a high level of sociopathy involved at the pinnacle of achievement.

Noted.

She tucked Evelyn's plight in her proverbial pocket for later use.

Before too long, it was Liv's turn. Whilst she might've gone for a bit of an attitude about this or that, she felt that Rae and Liam accurately portrayed most feelings. To needlessly reiterate such things would only be a detriment to her relationship with her father, which at current, was not something to brag about. So, she took to the archway in a confident chin-up sort of stride, not allowing herself to make much eye contact with others. Without a word, she slipped into her trial.

She was at the bottom of an ascending staircase. When she looked up, it seemed almost like a perpetual climb toward nothing. At the bottom, it was dark and quiet; nothing around save for a confused girl that began her ascent after a moment or two.

Ten....
.....25....
........50.

Where was this headed? How many were left? The silence began to morph into groaning noises, and not before too long, the steps felt... less solid. They were slowly moving around as if one was stepping on someone's back for a boost. She looked down at her feet, and indeed - they were backs. Human. Suddenly, her feet were bare and she could feel the bumps of their spines on her own skin. She could feel their body's warmth. They were very much alive.

She thought about going back down, but when she looked over her shoulders there was nothing there. I've sired many children. Who are you to say that you are better than them? a thunderous voice called out to her. Her dad's voice. A moment of confusion flickered through her mind, and she glanced down at her feet again. Siblings. No wonder there was such hesitation. There was a familial connection in being half-siblings or just some kind of family in some sort of way. Through centuries of having his way with women and goddesses, Poseidon's spawn was in the hundreds.

But these were nobodies, and Liv was not one of them.

Against her better judgment, she coldly stepped on the backs of centuries of siblings. You're just like all the others. Easy to walk all over. You'll be on your hands and knees, too - just like this. Another useless stepping stone. Very few of my children ascend to anything. Most of them die as nothing. I bet you can't even name them all.

At some point, she lost track of how many stairs she had climbed.

Arrogance. His voice boomed again, a neighing outcry as something struck Pegasus, causing one of Poseidon's sons - Bellerophon, to fall into the black abyss of nothingness that awaited him. Her eyes widened at this. Thinking one can be better than the gods. Believing that you can step into my house - our house. The man, now crippled, miserably groaned as he walked back up the steps. As he moved past her, his disabled body was remolded into the epitome of health. Too much pride for such lowly beings. Bellerophon was revered by kings. A hero to the people. He was happily married; had a child, but he needed more. It seemed that Bellerophon was condemned to do this for the rest of his afterlife, dying alone with no one to remember his name or even put it in the history books.

My children are not fated for good lives. She walked again, this time through the Six Labours of another one of his children, the infamous Theseus. The envy of King Aegis as Theseus became renowned and revered as revolutionary in Athens. There was his trip to the Underworld after abducting Hades' wife, only to be rescued by Heracles later. You haven't even begun to live your life as my child. The slaying of the Minotaur. Only for his end to meet with Lycomedes throwing him off a cliff.

He tumbled down into the blackness only to begin his journey once again.

Has it been hundreds of steps? Thousands? Her feet were killing her. Soon she was surrounded by cliffs, and the monstrous Scylla's six dog heads sprouted from the crevices of both sides. They nipped and lapped at Liv. Scylla. You may have read that she was my daughter, or maybe my lover. Cursed to live like a monster. my wife poisoned the water she used to swim in, and now she lives like this.

When that stopped, Liv was finally at the precipice of the steps. She looked down at the toothed-whirlpool Charybdis. My daughter. She was a nymph regarded well for her beauty. She aided my fight against my brother, but in the end... he turned her into this; one that swallows the sea.

Don't get too ahead of yourself, Liv. It never turns out how you want it to. The odds are very much against you. They always have been.


She felt hands on her back - many of them all at once - and pushed her into Charybdis. Just shy of entering the gaping maw of the sea beast, she opened her eyes on the arena floor. Her heartbeat was racing, but she'd pull herself onto her feet and seat herself.

Whatever. It was just an illusion, and she didn't believe in fate.

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Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Penelope Givens
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"Hey, you okay?" Ethan found himself asking Nelly right after she returned to her seat.

"Oh I am just peachy! What do you think Ethan?" Nelly asked sarcastically, taking Ethan aback a bit.

Raising his hands up, he said,"Whoa, sorry, Nelly. I was just concerned."

"Well, try to put yourself in my place before asking. I appreciate the concern though."

Ethan nodded as Sylas was called up next. Now this one had his full attention as well as Heath's. Seeing most of the campers dead was brutal, but what got Heath's attention was the figure of Eris appear. Nelly had to shake her head at the site.

"Hey, I thought Sylas said he was the son of Nemesis? Did he lie to me?

"You sound surprise. This helps answers a few questions for sure," Heath commented as mother and son communicated.

Being a son of Eris was different from being a son of Nemesis. Sylas always seem to come off as very outgoing, but something had been off. And Liam might be a big physical threat, but Heath would hope he would still need a good reason to go after someone, but who knows. What was interesting about Sylas's trial, at least from Heath's point-of-view, was they did have one thing in common, both didn't want to be a disappointment to their mothers, only Sylas went to extremes. Looked like the man was also jealous of Sloane. Heath could see that happening. Eris being the goddess of Discord, Heath wondered if she didn't mind that her offspring had a chaotic relationship between them. The real question was would Sylas be willing to go that far to please Eris. Doubtful, for their be hell to pay if he truly tried something so heinous. Eris would no doubt be in some trouble too if she ordered such a thing.

Nelly couldn't help but feel a bit of sympathy towards Sylas. Not having any siblings she knew of, well she didn't have any she grew up with, she didn't know what she would have done in Sylas's position. She never felt any jealousy at all. Seeing Sylas's state after his trial was over made her wonder what his next move would be. She would certainly be more wary of whatever he said or do now though.

Iliana felt nothing for Sylas, if she was being honest with herself. She couldn't stand those who lied or manipulated others. Of course with her own current emotional state, she was in no place to judge either. She knew she was capable of terrible acts. Still, to her knowledge, she never did anything intentionally try cause harm, she hoped.

Up next was Poseidon's daughter herself. Now for Heath, Liv was a complete enigma since he never interacted with her yet. He only recalled her during Alex's trial. He wondered how the Valises and Duke were doing at the moment. No doubt others who didn't know the trio left would have noticed their absence by now. Deciding not to think about it, Heath focused on Liv's trial.

The trial was another unique one, at least in Nelly's opinion. She had briefly interacted with Liv the other day, but not enough to get an opinion on her. She didn't know what to think of the trial. The idea that Poseidon had so many offspring over the years didn't surprise her though. She wouldn't be surprise if her own father had more. Hermes opening told her once that he had been with a lot of women, but did have his standards though. Still, the ever curious Nelly did read up on the myths of her father's exploits. She didn't a few of them, but never bothered asking since she didn't know if she could handle them. She'd like to think that a few of them were just glorified lies. Of course she had to remind herself that Hermes was considered the god of Liars also.

Iliana had the courage to look at Liv's trial. She recalled how the girl had warned her the other day. Who was this girl? Did she fear her own pride? Iliana couldn't get a good reading on her, but it was obvious the trial still affected the demigoddess. Poseidon sounded like an overbearing father, at least from Liv's perspective. Still he had a point in that trial. Iliana never thought for once she was better then anyone else. If anything she wished she didn't have the abilities she had for they seemed to do more harm then good.

Soon the trial ended and Poseidon said the next name.

"Ethan Knox, it's your turn."

Iliana and Heath looked at their friend instantly. Ethan had been secretly dreading this moment. After seeing so many trials, he had an idea of what he could be and was not looking forward to it. Looking at his two friends, he gives them an awkward smile.

"Well, let's see how I do."

Standing up, the redhead went down to the trial grounds and rubbing his hands together, he entered the portal.

A sense of dread crept up Ethan's spine as he ran. It felt like he'd been running for hours and his energy was almost spent. Oh sure, he jogged everyday, but he was no expert runner. Still he had to get away. Someone had found out he wasn't human and now he was running for his life. He tried reaching out to his mother for help, but couldn't. Surely she'd be here soon. After all, Demeter had saved Iliana at some point. For now though only he could rely on was himself. He couldn't involve Heath or Iliana. Lia had especially suffered enough. It was dark outside, Ethan might as well been running blind. He could hear shouting again. They were coming. Feeling panic set in, Ethan continued to run, even though he lungs were burning for air. He had no means of quickly getting away either. The voices seemed to get getting closer now. The fear in his heart made it feel like it was about to stop.

Staggering, Ethan could run no more. With no choice left, he turned to face his fate. Soon a group of people surrounded him with torches and other weapons. They had no faces for they were all in masks.

"I am not a monster. I have humanity in me also."

"You are a freak! A betrayer to humanity. People like you shouldn't even exist."[/color]

This whole time, Ethan kept trying to use his serenity inducement, but it failed him.

"My father loved my mother. I have every right to exist just as much as any of you."

"Aw yes your father, don't worry we already took care of that b---ard."

"WHAT?! No . . that can't be true! He would never harm a fly!"

Ethan could feel his anger rising. Someone had tried hurting his father once and paid for it.

"Need proof huh? Check this out!"[/color]

Suddenly the head of Cedric Knox was brought in. Something snapped in Ethan as he hollered in agony and he instantly physically attacked those that did this to his father. However the mob was too big and soon they attacked him. Ethan didn't have any way of fighting back and found himself on the ground as the mobbed attacked him with their feet and clubs. By the time they were done, he was bleeding and bruised from head to toe. He still still retained consciousness though and heard one of them speak again.

"Don't worry, freak. You and your father will always be together."

Everything went black after that. Soon he woke up, but something was wrong. Ethan was lying on his back and seemed to be in an enclosed space. He saw the head of his father right next to him. Something wasn't right. He tried moving but realized he couldn't move much. He manage to move his hands to the top of him and felt wood. Everywhere he felt there was wood. Panic start to sink in. He was trapped inside one of those old wooden coffins. He started screaming for help. Was he . . . buried alive?! His breath quickening, he tried drawing upon his architectural manipulation ability, but couldn't because of his mental state. He kept hollering and crying over and over, until he couldn't anymore. After that, a deathly silence.


Much like others, Ethan found himself on his back when he opened his eyes to see the ceiling of the arena. His voice was sore from screaming so much. The images from his head wouldn't leave. He had to take a few minutes for his emotions to start calming down. He did something he hadn't done on himself in awhile, used his own serenity inducement on himself. His mother had taught him that after that one time he snapped. Finally, after what felt like forever, Ethan managed to get himself up and he quietly returned to his seat. Iliana moved to sit between him and Heath and placed her head on Ethan's shoulder. Ethan pulled her tightly in. He was calm, but his mind was still not at peace.

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Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor Character Portrait: Penelope Givens Character Portrait: Rae Meadows
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Theo unfurled from his wolf state back into his normal self as he broke the tree line to camp. The best part about living at the edge of camp, among the outermost forest, was being able to come and go as he pleased without anyone really knowing. Still, he had to admit to himself that he had probably been going on his wolf trips a bit too frequently lately, neglecting his duty to "watch over" the camp. Things were just so tense. Theo didn't care for the fact that people he cared for were literally clashing with one another. He certainly didn't like the idea of having to pick a side. Sometimes, it was just easier for him to get away.

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

”Wesley Preston, please step forward.”

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

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

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

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

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

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