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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.

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Trinity Wallace [236] The Fiery Heart
Mason Hughson [236] The Harbinger
Andromeda Bolton [218] The Dauntless
Wesley Preston [210] The One-Armed Teddy Bear
Alexandria Valis [190] The Wild Child
Ajax Valis [188] The Righteous
Daniel Vadas [174] Loki Junior
Sylas Astor [166] The Deceiver
Sloane Astor [160] The Prodigy
Evelyn Masters [157] WIP | The X Factor

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Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse
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Cherise was content to let Daniel's obvious self-directed guilt eat him, thus she felt no desire to add onto it by being unreasonable. After all, everyone lied about something, and this was not the worst one she could think of. The world of Demigods was newer to her, and being among her own peers meant that she would have to be more accepting of unique circumstances. Her father already told her that Camp Athens would not be for the feint of heart, and she's trying really hard to overcome her sensitive nature. There were so many weird and unwelcoming people here already, and she didn't want to be anywhere on that list.

Also, Daniel is impossibly hard to not forgive. Damn him for being so cute, and even for finally overcoming his fears and being honest about who he is. It definitely wasn't an easy thing for anyone to do.

They moved to their designated training area and were soon on their way to marksmanship practice. With the first apple thrown into the air, she knocked an arrow, raised her bow, pulled the string, and splattered the helpless piece of fruit. A perfect shot, as was to be expected of a child of Apollo. Then it was finally on to the much desired balancing act. "You're a natural," she cooed at him playfully, even though the apple was having a hard time staying on his head. At one point, she decided to splinter one of them with an arrow just as it rolled off for the umpteenth time.

Cherise did enjoy a moving target, and she had become quite good as judging where an object or a person would be if they were to move in a certain way. There was a time or two where she missed, but she had done so purposefully. She'd just give him an innocent "oopsie" and a cute smile, then notch the next arrow.

It wasn't too long before target practice was over, as Daniel no longer desired to be the bullseye. She took her arrow back after she was prodded with it, stuffing it into her quiver. "I think we'd make a good team. With more training, you'll be an even better target." She laughed lightly at that, then moved about to gather up her arrows. She didn't like to just leave things laying around for others to pick up. As she did this, she often looked over her shoulder at her training companion, "You mean Rae? You should officially meet her sometime. She's icy on the outside, but..." she trailed off and then lowered her voice to a whisper, as if there was some big secret, "She's the nicest person I know."

She slid another arrow into the quiver that hugged her right thigh, "Don't tell her I said that. She has an image she likes to keep." She winked at him.

Cherise cast a quick glance past the umbrella of leaves above them, and realized that it was getting dark. "Oh, we've been out here for a while. The time is really flying today. Isn't it?" She smiled at that and jogged quickly to meet up with him, as he was likely helping her with post-training cleanup. "It's kind of slow today - no parties, trials, or drama. It's nice."

The Apollo/Hecate pair would end up moving out of the area, wandering down some path toward somewhere. It didn't really matter to her. She wiggled her fingers in between his as they walked; quietly at first, enjoying the steady darkening of the day and the scenery. They probably slipped by a Demigod here and there, but Cherise didn't pay mind to anyone else except to maybe say hello or something.

"Do you feel better now?" She inquired finally, turning to look over and up at him. She kept her pace especially slow; sort of dragging herself along while swinging both of their arms. "Now that you got everything off of your chest? It might sound crazy, but I felt like you were avoiding me last night. I might have been a little on the jealous side when I saw you with that pretty redhead."

They had already kissed and whatnot in the closet during the Seven Minutes in Heaven game, but she's not going to bring that up. She had been on the drunk side, so she is not counting that one.

They stumbled across a nice clearing overlooking the ocean. Without further words, she plopped herself down onto her back on the grass. It was so nice. How could the coming evening be so pleasant? The air was cool, but strangely warm; and it held the crisp scent of the ocean just beneath and beyond them. She folded her hands over her stomach and looked up at the sky. She sighed pleasantly, "It's so nice to have a slow day."

She turned her head toward him, cheek against the grass and smiled. You know - just to smile.

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"In my not personally experienced opinion, I don’t see why crying is a problem. Especially angry crying. When did it become a crime to shed a few tears anyway? Are you supposed to just hide your emotions and pretend that you are a rock or something? At least people know how you feel, and that’s why most relationships fall to the wayside - platonic or otherwise. And, well, a big guy like that needs to be put on his ass every once in a while."

Sloane chuckled as she took another bite of food. Regardless of what transpired, she was surprised she managed to knock him on his ass. Of course, her powers aided, which made it far more likely that someone like her could do that. But in all that anger, she did feel powerful. Something she was reluctant to admit. No one should rely on anger for their source of power. That was something her brother thrived off of. But part of her was happy, if even for a small fraction of a moment that people did see her as a frightened little mouse.

For awhile, they remained to sit in a comfortable silence eating their food. That was until Sloane decided to steer the conversation towards Rae's mother.

"I do like my mother," Rae finally responded. Sloane slowly looked up from her plate as she waited for her to continue. "I've been my own mom and my own dad for most of my life. I've always been able to do things, but I thought I was just psychologically more abnormal than I already have been. Even thought I was just good at stuff - talented in ways other people were not. I've never seen her until maybe about a month ago. I am not sure if her being here now gets maternal points."

Rae smiled, but it felt in-genuine. But Sloane said nothing, remaining silent and attentive. "Short answer, yes, she is always around. Like something I can't get rid of. She has so many qualities that I have - focused, independent, not willing to put up with a whole lot of crap, but... I don't know. I think she has a lot of qualities that I also find baffling, annoying, and maybe I wish I could have them, too. Which makes them even more irritating."

"I can imagine how life altering that would be, meeting your mother while also finding out your a demigod." She stabbed and twirled her fork in her food. "I've known my own mother for quite awhile. Still doesn't make her maternal though. She sees me as more of a protégé than a daughter. Which, when your mother is the Goddess of chaos and discord, doesn't quite bode well."

Rae waved a hand nonchalantly. "I think we all have rather strange relationships with our godly parents, so I don't consider myself unique in that aspect."

"I'd like to say you're wrong... But even the Valises strange closeness with Zeus is... Well, odd."

The rest of the meal went by rather quickly as the pair talked about whatever small talk the conversation diverted in. Sloane was thankful to have a normal conversation with no looming weight of her brother or whatever was going on between her and Liam. Considering she didn't have much in the realm of female friends, it was having another girl to talk to. Somethings guys didn't understand like a woman did, no matter how much they tried.

As the day started coming to an end, they said their farewells and to Sloane's surprise, they both suggested doing it once again. Something new and unexpected for her, but she was grateful. It got her mind off of things for a bit of time, which unfortunately came flooding back as she neared Liam's cabin. She didn't know if she was hoping for him to be there... or not be there. It was a toss up.

She slowly ascended the stairs and opened the door to find the cabin empty. Sloane let out a soft sigh in relief. Apparently she was wanting it empty. With a sad smile she gave Rocco a pet and made sure to let him out, before she curled up on the sofa. She wasn't particularly tired, but staring at the back of the couch seemed more appealing then waiting around for Liam to return.

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It was safe to say that Sloane wasn't able to get a moment of sleep for most of the evening. Most of the night she spent tossing and turning on Liam's couch that felt far larger than normal and staring at the ceiling. It seemed no matter which way she laid, she wasn't able to get comfortable. She was hot with the blanket on and cold with it off. And all the while, her mind just kept racing... Replaying her training incident over and over until it made her sick.

Hours felt like days as she waited for the night to pass. And when the sun finally peeked through the east facing windows, Sloane had to restrain herself from nearly jumping off the couch. She was restless. If she was lucky, she might be able to shower and slip out before Liam woke up. While she didn't hate him, and wasn't going to remain angry forever, she had no desire to talk it all out at the moment.

Sloane swiftly got cleaned and dressed. When she was getting ready to leave, Rocco excitedly tried to follow after her. She sighed softly as her expression sank. "I'm sorry, buddy. Not today." With a soft pat, she ushered the pup toward his owner's bedroom before slipping out the door.

There wasn't really a destination that she had in mind, but to just go. She needed to walk, clear her mind and figure out what the hell has become of her life since she came to camp. Everything had been flipped on its head. While some of that could be said to be for the better, that better came with more danger as well. She couldn't remember a time where she felt so free... but also so scared. For the first time she had someone she cared about that could be used against her... And that was terrifying.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Actually, those were his thoughts, too.

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

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

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

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

But he was, in fact, hopelessly desperate.

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

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

No, she didn't need him.

Yes, she did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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"You have." Mason's words took Andy a bit by surprise. She didn't say anything. Part of her wanted to ask how, but he answered her question before she could pose it. "I was depressed and angry. I mean I’m not totally cured from those emotions but I was pissed at the world. Didn’t care about anything or anyone and then along came you. A stubborn pain in the ass but good company in your own way." She couldn't help but smile and even chuckle at his comment. That about summed up their relationship right there.

"If I wasn't a pain you'd get bored of me," she teased in return. They had been through a lot together from a minotaur, to the underworld. Their friendship has been nothing short of a rollercoaster and it changed both of them. Some might say for the worse. But from Andy's perspective it made her stronger, even if it didn't show over the past couple months.

"But if you want I can try arrange something so you can save me."

"As enticing as that sounds... I'd rather you not get into any near death experiences."

It seemed the lightness in the air faded as conversation shifted back to more serious matters. Andy wasn't going to lie about how she felt. For too long she's been repressing and hiding her true feelings and it was eating her up inside. No more. There was a vulnerability that came with the honesty, but she'd rather that than lie to herself.

Mason's hand took ahold her own that rested upon his chest. "Let’s agree to 50/50 blame. I don’t know what you did or what your confusion entails—" Andy gave him a look that said yes you do but she said nothing. He knew what her confusion was about. It was right before their eyes and everyone else noticed it before she did. "—but you seem sure. And so am I about my part. So half half?"

Andy nodded her head in acknowledgement but regardless of what she agreed to, she still blamed herself... Well, Alex's for the fight because she did nothing on that front. Although everything else that came to pass recently was her. She deserved to be alone after the triangle she unintentionally caused. But Mason was the one person who was probably stubborn than she was. He wouldn't move on no matter how much she told him otherwise. While that made her feel guilty, she also couldn't fight the slight smile that grew upon her lips.

"Ok." Mason finally conceded and agreed to some sleep. It might have been mid afternoon, but neither of them had the energy to wait until nightfall for some well deserved rest. Andy took his jacket and shoes after he removed them and got settled. "Don't try anything now," he said with a smirk.

She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "I'll try to refrain."

Andy slowly slid off the bed, her muscles screaming when she tried to move too quickly. A dagger eye of his flew open and he was all but on the verge of growling at her. Before Mason could argue, she held up her hands in surrender. "I'm just changing. I'd rather not sleep with your blood on my clothes." She set down his things on a near by chair, before grabbing fresh clothes from her dresser. She gave him one last small smile before stepping into the bathroom and closing the door behind her, almost certain he'd be asleep before she got out.

Tracking her to the bathroom, he was defeated. He was sore and tired, angry, anxious and having to nurse a stubborn cripple. All together, a cocktail of emotions and events that drained him. All the way to 0%. Somewhere he believed if she needed him, she'd do the right thing and wake him up or he'd hear her.

Finally alone, she let out a soft sigh before setting the fresh clothes down on the toilet. It took Andy far longer than she wanted to admit to get out of her clothes. You never quite realize how things are taken for granted until they can't be done simply... Like getting dressed. While nude, she spared a glance up at her reflection. Feint bruises not completely healed by Cherise clung to her fibs. There were slight dark circles under her eyes like she hadn't slept for days and over all she looked in desperate need of a shower. It was tempting but she knew if she tried doing that at that moment it'd probably go terribly and she'd never hear the end of it from Mason. So, instead, she washed up best she could at the sink and then spent the better part of fifteen minutes struggling to get into her pajamas.

Once finished, Andy came back out of the bathroom to an unmoved Mason. She didn't dare try and disturb him to help him under the covers. She grabbed one of her extra blankets, lightly draping it over her bed and Mason. She couldn't fight the feeling like there were still things she needed to do, but the exhaustion was winning the fight. Without the energy to fight it, Andy succumbed and crawled under the blanket beside him. For a couple moments she laid there, in silence, watching him sleep. She had never spent the night with him before. For someone so passionate and angry, it was strange seeing him so at peace.

There was a sort of comfort being in the presence of someone asleep. It was like you could say anything, yet not have to face the repercussions of what you said. Part of her wanted to say something, just to get it off her chest. But even with Mason asleep it still tightened in her gut. So rather than saying anything, she leaned closer and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. That was enough for the moment. Andy then rolled over and quickly fell asleep.

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Mason woke to an odd sensation, a feeling of warmth beside him as he was lied down, a comforting scent. Steph? No This felt different, less familiar. As he blinked his eyes open, he found himself nestled into some brunette locks and arm draped over her mid-section. Andy. That's right, he fell asleep trying to babysit her and somewhere in his half-asleep mind he must've been drawn to the weight and warmth. He drew back his face and arm slowly.

The stirring in the bed slowly roused Andy from her sleep. By the time she came too, she barely was able to notice that his arm was around her. She went to rest her hand upon his, but he pulled away before she was able to stop him. He obviously didn't want to be caught in that position or he would have remained. So, rather than put him on the spot, she remained in bed for awhile longer, letting him think she was asleep.

By now it must've been... bright! Mason looked around for a clock trying not to move too much or suddenly. Morning! Shit! Mason wiped down his face blinking several times. He must've slept all through the day and night. Mason tried to move out of bed without waking her. He wasn't aiming to dash out the door but he'd settle for not being found out as a snuggler and some morning coffee. If the woman had any. He lifted his top, taking a whiff of the material that had endured two days on his skin without smelling foul then wandered over to a chair.

Certainly, it was tempting to use her shower, travel to the hall and back before she even knew he was gone. But when he was out, it would probably be the time she woke. He dug through his jacket pocket, pulling out a spare cigarette and his lighter but brought himself to a halt. The cigar returned to the pocket with a sigh, and the lighter flicked on and off.

The flicking of the lighter drew Andy's attention. With a yawn, she slowly rolled over in bed, her hand brushing the warm spot on the blankets where Mason once laid. She sighed softly looking over at him. "I wish you'd quit," she said quietly. Andy wasn't going to chastise him for his decisions, but it was a bad habit. And while lung cancer or whatever else didn't scare Mason, she still worried about his health... Even with how low nicotine was on the death factor for demigods.

Upon hearing her morning greetings, he smiled. He snapped his lighter shut and simply shrugged at her. "Sure you don't want to wish for world peace first?"

Andy pushed off the bed and slowly sat upright. With the blanket still over her lap, she wrapped her arms around her knees while looking over at him. "...Were you leaving?" Her fingers lightly tugged at her covers, mindlessly. "If you need to go shower, or whatever... You don't have to stay." Andy ran her fingers through her bed head with a weak smile. She didn't particularly know if she wanted to be alone, but she felt as though she already jeopardized enough of his time on a regular basis, let alone when something like this happened.

Mason looked her over for a second. She seemed to appear and move better. He evaluated her question and offer, genuinely. "I thought about it. But figured I'd see how you were doing first before leaving a cripple without care." He let Andy stew for a second and see how she'd interpret his words. Detached, impartial, joking, serious?

She let out a soft laugh, not entirely sure if he meant it as a joke or not but she tried her best not to let it get under her skin. Andy knew that Mason lacked a certain tact and tenderness that other people might have. So, to some extent she was used to it. And in more circumstances they'd both laugh about it, perhaps she was slightly saddened that he considered leaving without a word at all.

Given she had been through hell, Mason showed clarity, not leaving her hanging too long. "I'm not going. And if I did, it'd be for essentials and I'd come right back." And maybe a smoke at the front of her cabin, but she didn't need to hear that. "With that said, I'd love a shower. Kinda pushing it over two nights." For the first time ever, Mason rose his brows and awaited a hint of approval or permission to help himself to what he wanted. She did say he didn't have to stay but it all depended on how she was feeling. Besides, like he said, he'd come back. He didn't know who else he'd be so wrapped around.

Andy ran a hand back through her hair while motioning her other hand to the door. "Go ahead. I'm probably smelling pretty ripe myself." She smiled slightly. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't a bit happy that he'd be coming back. He didn't have to, nor would she make him believe it was necessary. But knowing he wanted to on his own... was nice. She stretched her arms, still feeling a bit of soreness but nothing quite as severe as the day before. "Plus, I'm sure you have better things to do than babysit me. Zeus kids to torment, hearts to break," she jested with a playful smirk.

He stood and half smiled, gathering his things. But then she added more pulling Mason to a halt. He did owe Ajax a broken nose. And if he could tolerate Alex at least a little he might have tried to break her heart. Maybe he could get someone else to do it. Instead of ruining Andy's mood, joke, and that smirk of hers, he shrugged. "Probably." Mason flashed her a smile. "I'm coming straight back to babysit duty. Meet you near the hall?" Once Mason got confirmation of a meeting location, he left. Although he wouldn't take it to heart if she wasn't in said place. Those Hecate kids spread themselves thin and had a thing for being obliging social butterflies.

She nodded her head, agreeing to meet at the hall. Andy remained under her blankets until Mason left and even for a bit afterwards. She then dragged her legs from the warmth to place her bare feet on the cool floor. With a yawn and a stretch that made her groan at her lingering sourness, she stood up and headed for the bathroom. Luckily, it seemed that morning she had enough movement to undress hers with a lot more ease. She was dreading Mason finding her in the bathroom half tangled in clothing unable to do a simple task like taking a shower. Once she removed her pajamas, she stepped under a cascade of steamy water.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

On the note it read...

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

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx– ♥ Wes

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

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

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

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

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

"Awww did I scare you? My bad!"

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

"So who's not around?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Anything ready to be harvested yet?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The session led them to discuss the mysterious nameless friend as they wandered around the place retrieving arrows. Rae. Who was icy but an apparent care bear to the best friend which he only just heard. "Don't tell her I said that. She has an image she likes to keep." Cherise added. He raised his head in time to catch her wink and he chuckled, placing his finger over his lips. Why did Rae strike him as the interrogative best friend? Probably because she was super blunt about safewords in Seven Heaven so she wouldn't pull punches with his shenanigans.

His partner remarked on the time causing Daniel's eyes to go skyward. He smiled to himself and Cherise reappeared by him also observing the lack of activity and drama in the day. "It's different," he remarked. "I guess time flies when you're having fun." He hated to think how the rest of the poor souls spent their day. Like, if your life wasn't at all in threat with a beautiful woman, what fun was the day? How could they kill time?

In his case, he wasn't quite ready to end the day with Cherise.

There was the lightest brush against his hand as they walked, making Daniel look down to her fingers slipping between his. The faintest smirk crept across his lips and he gave her hand a gentle squeeze. While she seemed more absorbed in the scenery as the sunlight faded, Daniel was observing her own features before adopting her outlook to a camp he had walked through a million times. Both were beautiful and undersold.

"Do you feel better now?" Her voice brought him back to reality. He hummed in question not quite getting her meaning. "Now that you got everything off of your chest? It might sound crazy, but I felt like you were avoiding me last night. I might have been a little on the jealous side when I saw you with that pretty redhead."

Daniel inclined his chin in sudden understanding. "Aaah yes. Avoidance was my awful strategy. But I feel better. Less silently guilty and anxious about how to tell you my whole debacle." Then he nudged her because he couldn't help himself. "Only a little jealous?" He couldn't totally discredit Evelyn's looks nor downplay their bonding. But if it had been with Cherise, it would have been different. "You know I was thinking - and wanting to approach you before the bottle chose you for me. Maybe it knew what was best for me and that was a little dose of Cherise." He laughed at his convenient chances. Really it could have landed on any other demigod that simply wasn't the one he needed to have closure with. Even if closure wasn't entirely what happened in the closet.

He wasn't sure who was leading who in the end but they came to a lovely opening and scenery. Even Daniel smiled at the overlook, only shifting when his partner shrunk down to lay on the grass. He smiled and followed her example, laying back on some comfy earth with her and just behaved for once and took it all in.

"It's so nice to have a slow day."

"I wouldn't get used to it." He didn't say it to be a mood killer or pessimistic, only address a reality. He turned to look at her, being met by a classic endearing and contagious smile from the daughter of Apollo. His hand hesitantly reached for her cheek, caressing over it with a few fingers. Then he leaned in, slow and patient like, to peck the tip of Cherise's nose and he beamed.

"You know there's a common misconception of mine that days have to be upbeat to be good. But I didn't mind spending it with you. Even when getting shot at." They were words that rarely departed anyone's mouth. But there was a first time for everything.

They laid there together. Sometimes in comfortable silence. Sometimes exchanging words. Daniel was reluctant to bring their time to a close. Before it could end, he rested up on an elbow turning his whole body towards Cherise and went for what he wanted. He slowly leaned in again, giving her ample time to move or retort if she didn't want anything. There were only few reasons somebody invaded another's space bubble in such a beautiful place. His lips brushed over hers. An innocent graze.

"Let me walk you to your cabin." He flashed her a smile and climbed to his feet before offering her a hand. It wasn't his first choice to say goodbye but it was the right thing until they built up a little more trust and knew more about one another. And hey, he got to know where her cabin was now.

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He knocked on the Valis entrance. Why in the morning did he crave some Valis interaction, he couldn't pin. Alex had issues. Ajax had issues. But somewhere he still regarded them as not hateable. Maybe even friends still. Only for no turd to open the door for him. There wasn't even a hint of life inside. Oooh The night of the party Ajax mentioned passing the torch cause they were doing some Zeus related stuff.

Daniel leaned back, checking the surroundings and over his shoulder and smirked. He held his hand out over the lock and heard a satisfying click. Oh if only those Valises had an ally that thrived in magic, the place could be an untouchable fortress. He wasn't sure what he was looking for in particular, but it turned into some aimless snooping and wandering. Including Alex's underwear draw because he wasn't an idiot to miss that opportunity. "Ohh nice," he remarked upon rifling through some lace panties and ones that didn't quite cover the whole cheeks. He cackled to himself.

Daniel left things neat but not quite as they were just to stir a reaction from the two and see what rumour would spread from it. Daniel hummed an 80s tune as he wandered to the cupboards. Well stocked. Naturally. Enough to bring a grin from ear to ear and whip himself up a little something. Maybe he'd leave some dirty dishes for them too.

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Unfortunately for Sloane, she had yet to master the layout of the camp. Upon arriving at a fork in the path, she went right, not knowing that it led right towards her brother's cabin. Of course, half of the damned cabins all look the same. So, Sloane didn't come to this realization until Sylas stepped outside and started down the stairs.

Hoping that, maybe, he hadn't seen her yet, Sloane pivoted on her heels and tried to return the way she came. But she only managed to take a step before she heard Sylas approaching from behind.

"That wouldn't happen to be my sister, now would it?" He said as he closed the distance between them. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were checking up on me."

Sloane sighed before slowly turning around to face him. "Hardly. I got lost and took a wrong turn."

"Interesting," he said with a curious tone that churned in the pit of her stomach. "I'm surprised your fearless guardian is letting you wander around camp in the wee hours of the morning... alone." As he spoke, Sylas slowly circled Sloane.

"I don't answer to Liam... or you." Sloane's gaze followed him as he circled her like a vulture, but she held her ground. She kept her head up and tried to stand tall, as best she could for someone of her stature.

Sylas chuckled at her words. He saw it as a challenge, regardless or not if that was her intention. "And where is the giant oaf?" He asked, looking around like he expected the son of Ares to come barreling around the corner and exchange some less than original insults.

"Don't call him that," she snapped. Her gaze then immediately diverted as she noticed her emotions taking control rather than her logic. He was baiting her, trying to get a reaction out of her. And he did. Sloane could keep her composure calm, cold, and calculated... until Liam was involved. She swallowed hard, mentally kicking herself over her outburst. The anxiety slowly washed in like a wave as her brother's gaze became far too entertaining and direct.

His laugh sent chills up her spine. "You like him, don't you?" He asked, while his index finger toyed with a wet lock of her hair. "Bad boys have always been your type."

"You don't know what you're talking about," she said, trying to regain some of her composure. And while she might have looked calm, underneath it all her heart was racing and she wanted nothing more than to getaway.

"Oh, I think I do," he said, taking a step closer.

"Guys like Liam... they don't want girls like you. You're just a conquest... another notch on their belt and a trophy for their mantle. To him, you're just a damsel in distress. A naïve girl he can save. Then he'll have his way with you... and leave. Just like that Carmichael boy."

And there it was. He had gotten under her skin just like he wanted.

"Shut up!" she hissed as she tried to walk past him.

Sylas stepped in her way, stopping her from being able to leave. "Careful. Liam isn't here to protect you this time."

"I don't need him to protect me." Once again, she went to walk around Sylas. But as she passed him, his hand took a tight grip of her bicep.

"Did I say you could leave?"

"Let go of me." Sloane tried to break her arm free of his grasp, but his grip only tightened with each jerk.

"You don't tell me what to do. I tell you what to do." Sylas's voice grew more aggressive as he kept her where she stood, not loosening his hold.

"Liam will be here any moment and you'll regret laying a hand on me," she bluffed with as much conviction as she could muster. Sloane was no physical match for her brother and she could only hope the potential of Liam rounding the corner would get him to release her.

"You're lying," he growled. His grip was so tight that his knuckles went white. "What happened to all that ferocity?... Melts away the second I touch you. The façade falls leaving the scared little damsel." He jerked her closer. "He won't always be there to save you. He'll grow bored or tired of you... Or perhaps one day you'll forget to whisper your little charms in his ear. Then I'll have my way with him. What will it be? Perhaps I'll make him forget you ever existed or find warmth in another woman's bed... Or perhaps, I'll convince him to slit his own throat. The possibilities are endless."

Sloane tried to remain strong. But as he continued, the threats cut deeper and deeper. It would hurt if he forgot her, but that is a pain she could endure. But his death... That was the one thing she had been trying to avoid since he intervened that other night. She knew that it was only a matter of time before Sylas loomed that threat over her head. And even with her knowing it was inevitable, she wasn't prepared for it. Hearing the words fall from his lips slammed her in the chest like a sledgehammer, nearly knocking the wind out of her.

"Let go of me!" she yelled with more force while a single tear rolled down her cheek. Sloane didn't know if it was from fear or anger, but it made her hands tremble and her voice quake. As the emotion washed over her, it flowed like a wave into Sylas where he had a hold of her. At first, it trickled like water seeping under a door. But then all of a sudden it cracked the wall and pushed through.

While Sylas heard her words, he didn't relinquish his hold. At first, it started as a tingle at the tips of his fingers, almost like a soft gust of wind tempting him to loosen his grip. But then all at once, it coursed through his body like puppet strings and Sloane was the master. No matter how hard he tried to fight it, he released her arm. For a moment, he stood there, staring down at his hand in disbelief.

When Slyas looked back up at Sloane, his face showed an anger she had never seen before. His gaze was a void more fiery than the pits of hell. She inhaled sharply as the blood drained from her face. She tried to take a step back but her knees buckled and refused to move her. Before she could regain her senses, Sylas's hand was on her throat. With ease, he lifted her up and slammed her back against a tree with enough force her ears began to ring. "How dare you use your powers against me!"

There is that saying, "Speaking of the Devil." It applies to this very moment.

The son of Ares felt like he had been at a crossroad for a while now - struggling between going to her and staying away. Wandering aimlessly and waiting for some kind of sign. It came as the soft breeze that played through the Camp and began to carry an ominous note. Someone was very angry; he could practically taste the familiar fragrance on his tongue. For some reason, something settled in his stomach like the heaviest stone in the world, and the next thing he knew - he was making his way toward that direction. His blood was already boiling with the heat of rage.

Before he could even be seen, the feral and dangerous energy that he gave off could be felt like a violent explosion. Sylas would know he was here, but Liam wasn't going to go lightly on him. Not right now - not with that slimy snake's hands wrapped around Sloane's throat. He was a spawn of Ares, and his children did not wait for someone to tell them what to do. Liam was far beyond the realm of rationality, and if he had to face the burning pits of the Underworld, he'd do so knowing Sylas would be there with him.

He didn't care if people looked at him like some bodyguard right now, or if Sloane felt like his showing up made her look like a weakling. The truth was that everyone is weak somewhere - even right now - at this very moment, himself in a strange way. How easy it was to stoke the flame of his fiery temper, consuming every ounce of his humanity - every fiber of his body shifting to fight mode.

The second Sloane's back hit the tree, Liam ran at Sylas like a maddened bull. He rushed him from behind, head first and with his arms out. With the man's weight and the physical perks of being blessed by Ares, it would be like being hit by a truck at full speed. The attack, itself, didn't look as incapacitating as it really was.

He could have conjured a weapon easy, but he wanted to have the son of Hera in his hands. Up close. Personal. To feel the pulse of his heartbeat against his fingers, smell the blood that would soon be dripping from his body, and so much more. This violence was deeply and dangerously personal for him - a basic animal instinct that the human brain could no longer comprehend.

Sylas felt a shift in the air. He looked over, barely in time to see Liam barreling toward him. The collision knocked him down with ease, practically taking the breath out of his lungs in that moment. And while part of him was worried, not that he'd admit it, he began to laugh. Not like someone told a joke that only he understood, but a manic, bordering on psychotic laugh. This was the moment Liam had hungered for since their first encounter and he was getting it. Sylas couldn't best him, he knew this. But what made it so... fun was that Sloane would have to watch. She was undoubtedly the only person who could stop the fight, but she'd have to use her powers... and she hated that. And on top of it all, this would show her the monster she shared a bed with.

On the other hand, Sloane didn't really know what was happening until she hit the ground when her brother's grasp seized. She scrambled to her feet, watching in worry as the events began to unfold before her. "Liam! Don't!" She begged him, even though it was pointless. It was an inevitable event. Even though she tried to avoid this at all costs, something in the back of her head told her there was no avoiding this.

Sloane’s voice was like background noise to the son of Ares - a distant mumbling of cacophony that didn’t matter to him. At this point, the beast inside of him was in full swing, and animals didn’t have that kind of capacity to understand human language. That’s all he was right now - a rabid creature devoid of sense. His vessels protruded over musculature now bloated with power that could only come from intense Demigod ability.

"That's right, big guy. Show her how much of a monster you really are!" Sylas managed to wedge one arm free of Liam, just enough to slam his elbow into the side of the man's face. While the physical connection was brief, he couldn't help himself but influence Liam to do exactly what he said. Show Sloane who the real monster is. The son of Ares might have been bigger, stronger... But Sylas was faster and more cunning.

Most Demigods packed a decent punch, and while Liam’s adrenaline would not allow for such nonsense feelings like physical pain, something forced him to let go of Sylas for a brief moment, allowing the lankier man to gain a little bit of distance. That whisper called forth the monster that was the creature lurking within Liam - that volatile Ares temperament. The beast listened, as if it had been waiting for permission its whole life.

Sweat soaked his clothing, as if he could no longer contain the way his rage pumped hotly through his body. If it was the monster that Sylas wanted, he’d get it. Sloane would see it. Anyone that came near them would see it. The world that surrounded him was painted in crimson chaos, and all he could see was his adversary.

Sloane took the small opportunity to move between the pair. "Please... don't." While she spoke to them both, it was more geared toward Liam. Sylas would never listen to a thing she said, and if anything, sought to do the opposite.

"If you don't move out of the way, sister, he'll go right through you to get to me." He looked to her with a sickening grin. "Can't you feel it, boiling inside of him?" Sloane looked over toward Liam as her expression saddened just slightly. "He'll do whatever it takes to teach me a lesson... and you'll just be a casualty of war." Sylas was a weasel and with each word, he just dug deeper and deeper. He knew how to push buttons and he lived for it.

Someone was in his way now, and he thirsted for only one thing. Unfortunately for the already fearful Sloane, one does not step in the way of a predator and its prey. He stepped toward her, placed a hand against her shoulder, and violently shoved her off to the side. He didn’t mean to push her so hard, but he couldn’t control himself anymore. He couldn’t control his strength or power.

Sloane looked over at Liam as he placed a hand on her shoulder. She wasn't sure what she expected... sympathy, an explanation, or even him just asking her to step aside. Whatever it was she thought he'd do, pushing her aside was not it. It was not gentle by any means. For how small she was, he didn't need to exert such force, but never the less he did. It sent her backwards, slamming into the tree and falling to the ground.

This allowed him to rapidly close off the distance between himself and her brother, lunging to tackle him back first to the ground. Liam placed every pound of his weight onto him, and his fists just flew without reason. His knuckles sought Sylas’ face and skull, pounding at him with the violent passion of a psychopathic murderer that enjoyed himself. Every crack, any speck of blood that flew back at him - whatever, he liked it.

There came a point when Liam just wanted to feel the breath writhe in Sylas’ throat - trapped and burning. He wrapped both of his hands around that flimsy little neck and squeezed. Slowly adding more and more pressure.

Surprisingly, Sylas didn't fight back. He let Liam go full savage, with a smile on his face and a chuckle. He laughed through the punches and beatings until the blood stained his face. And he continued until the laughs turned to coughs, when monstrous hands enclosed around his throat. Yet, he still did nothing. He simply laid there, letting his gaze drift over to his sister... waiting.

Liam was going to finally murder him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Sloane didn't get a chance to stand up before the ground began to rumble beneath her. She looked around confused as her hands tried to find something to stable herself. Then appearing out of thin air, a large intimidating man stepped forward, followed by a pair of men and a trio of women. "Enough!" It wasn't until she saw the trident that she realized it was Poseidon. Sure, he was in Olympus during Alex's trial, but who paid attention to the other Gods at that moment?

One of the dark haired Goddesses, Sloane didn't know whom, stepped forward and with the use of, what she assumed was, magic, restrained both Liam and Sylas. "Take care of them, then meet me at the arena," Poseidon then said, addressing the two men in his company. One seemed to be a bit more uneasy at the appearance of Liam. He didn't say anything, but his worried expression made her wonder if it was Liam's father, Ares.

Surprisingly, it was Poseidon himself, who stepped towards her and offered her his hand. Everything that had transpired was shocking enough, but being aided by a God was not something Sloane had expected. But she didn't refuse the help. Her petite hand rested in the God's like a child's. He helped her to her feet, then carried on as if it never happened. And as he walked away, further down the path, he slammed his trident into the ground again. The seismic wave rolled under foot, throwing her off balance. Sloane grabbed hold of a nearby tree to support herself as Poseidon's voice echoed throughout camp. "Everyone to the arena, immediately."

Her gaze drifted over to Sylas, then Liam. Subconsciously, her hand raised so that her fingers lightly brushed her neck, like she could almost feel her brother's hold still on her. But Sloane couldn't ignore how Liam threw her out of the way. Maybe he wasn't any better than her brother. Maybe he was. She couldn't tell anymore. Everything had spiraled so far out of hand that even the Gods themselves noticed and, worst of all, she was right in the middle of it.

Sloane didn't linger around to watch whatever the Gods were going to do to them, instead heeding Poseidon's word and headed towards the arena. Unsurprisingly, she was the first demigod to arrive, considering she wasn't far behind the God himself. He gestured for her to take a seat in the stands and await everyone else. The whole environment made her anxious and all she could think about being in that amphitheater was gladiatorial fights. And Gods did she hope that wasn't the case.

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Once everyone had arrived and taken their seats, Poseidon came forward and began his lecture. Sloane pinned her hands between her knees, while she listened to him scold them all. "You all need a lesson in discipline... and humility." She slowly looked up as her leg began to bounce nervously. An illusion? And then he said it, what they were all there for. They'd all have to face whatever darkness resided within them. She swallowed hard at the thought and felt the atmosphere drop and grow cold amongst the demigods.

As more words came forth from Poseidon, it all turned into white noise as the possibilities of what could happen in their flooded her mind. Sloane's hands began to shake at the thought while a pit grew in her stomach. She could only hope that she'd be one of the last or maybe she was quiet enough to be overlooked entirely.

"Sloane Astor. Step forward."

Her eyes widened as she looked up in shock. Poseidon motioned his hand to the ominous archway that waited like a portal to hell in the center of the arena. Sloane's knees felt like jello as she stood up and she could feel everyone's eyes upon her. As if she hadn't been tormented enough by all of this, because of her mere existence in the quarrel, she is forced to go first. At this point, she was more than kicking herself for allowing Liam to get involved in the first place. She should have wiped his memory of what he saw and moved on with her life. Yet there she was.

She descended the stairs in silence. All the while, trying to muster whatever courage she might possess. As Sloane entered the center of the arena, her eyes fixated on the archway. It only seemed to grow more oppressive and foreboding with each step she took. The last thing she wanted to do was anger the Gods more, so she tried not to waste any time. She inhaled sharply before extending her hand out before her to feel the ethereal portal. Luckily enough, it felt like nothing beyond a cool breeze. With one more breath, she closed her eyes and entered.

As she stepped through, everything washed away. There was no fight, no trial or arena. It was just another day... or night, as it seemed to be. All of Sloane's anxieties, worries and fears washed away. And for a moment there, she was at ease.

It was long past dusk, and Sloane was returning back to Liam's cabin after a long day of... Well, she couldn't quite remember what she was doing. Just that she lost track of time. She ascended the steps up to the entrance and reached for the knob. Just before she took it in her hand, she realized that the door was already cracked open. Her brows furrowed in confusion and worry. She hesitated, pulling her hand away slowly. It wasn't like Liam to leave the door open, even on accident. If Rocco got out and camp supervisors found out about the dog, he'd have to get rid of him.

Sloane decided to peek into the windows, but it was just as dark inside as it was out. She exhaled a shaky breath before pushing the door open and slowly stepped into the cabin. "Liam?" she called out, hoping to hear a response from the silence. But nothing. She continued to enter the room, step by step. Further in, one of her feet found something wet, which caused her to slip and fall to the ground. Her face turned into an expression of disgust as she lifted her hands out of the wetness, but it was too dark for her to see what it was.

As she rubbed her fingers together, all of the lights turned on. It was so bright, Sloane, instinctually, raised her hand to block her eyes. After a second or two to adjust, she withdrew her hand to find it covered in red. She gasped, panicking as she looked around, finding that slipped in blood. Frantically, she searched for the source, finding Rocco dead a few feet away on the kitchen floor. Sloane screamed as she scrambled to her feet, using the back of the couch to help herself up.

"Liam!", she screamed as she desperately searched for him. Sloane's shaky hand opened the bedroom and found him standing there. Without thinking, she ran over to him, half burying her face in his chest. "Liam! It's Rocco! He—" Her voice trailed off as she realized he stood stoic and frozen like a statue. He said nothing, nor acknowledged her all but crying before him.

The lights then turned on illuminating the bedroom. Sloane looked up at Liam, who was unchanging, staring straight head with a blank expression. "Liam?" She took ahold his arms and tried jostling him. "Liam! What's wrong with you!?"

"Nothing is wrong with him," Sylas said as he slowly emerged from the corner, making his presence known.

"What did you do!?" she yelled at Sylas, before turning her attention back to Liam. "Come on, Liam. Snap out of it." Sloane grabbed a hold of his face, trying to force him to look at her.

"What I promised I'd do."

"God damn it," Sloane cursed under her breath. She kept Liam's face held in her hands as she closed her eyes. With everything she had, she tried to break him free of it. Sylas holds no power over you. He cannot control you. Countless things she tried, but nothing worked. It was like her powers hit a wall it could not breakthrough.

"He is the puppet," Sylas said as he raised his hand. In sync, Liam's own hand lifted and cupped the back of Sloane's head. "And I am the master." Liam's head then flew forward, slamming into her own. The pain was splitting, making her dizzy and disoriented. Her eyes blinked rapidly as she cupped her forehead and stumbled backwards.

"You couldn't shield him from me forever."

"No... No!" She cried out. "Liam! Please! Fight back! You're stronger than he is!"

"I think not," Sylas mocked as he, and Liam, stepped forward. "Kill her," he ordered.

Liam closed the distance between himself and Sloane. She tried to back away, but her head still spun. She only managed a step or two in some direction before his large hand was around her throat. His fingers tightened as he began to lift her off the ground. Sloane struggled and gasped in his clutches, trying to break free. But she wasn't strong. And with every hit or kick, her energy drained and drained fast. With each breath, she strained more. Her vision began to fade to black as she started losing consciousness.

"You know what, I changed my mind." He laughed. "Drop her."

With no ounce of care or gentleness, Liam threw her to the ground like a discarded toy. Her head hit the wall with a sickening thud leaving behind a fresh streak of blood. Sloane remained crumpled on the floor, coughing as she tried to catch her breath.

Liam slowly approached, standing over her like a terrifying angel of death. While Sylas crouched down beside her. "You never learn that I am the one in charge. I didn't want it to come to this. But you left me no choice." He stood back up and took a couple steps back. "Kill yourself."

Before Sloane had a chance to react or try to stop him, Liam pulled out a blade and ran it across his throat. His blood rained over her like a sick nightmare. Her arms raised to protect her face as she let out a blood curdling scream. The kind of scream that pierces your ears and makes the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.

When she opened her eyes, Sloane was laying on her back in the dirt in the center of the arena. The ringing of her scream echoed off the walls. She laid there gasping for air in a stunned silence. As a fraction of her wits returned, she ran her fingers over her head where it hit the wall. She looked over her hands to find them absent of blood. And in a final moment of panic, she looked to the crowd finding Liam still in his shackles... but alive.

With a hard swallow and a sigh, she caught her breath and moved to her feet. Sloane was in such a state of shock, that she didn't think to return to the stands but headed for the exit. Before she could leave, Hecate appeared before her blocking her way out. "Ms. Astor," Poseidon called out from across the arena. "We ask that you remain until everyone's judgement has concluded."

Sloane looked between Hecate and Poseidon, giving a brief nod. She wondered her way over to the stands in a daze, taking a seat as far away from the rest of the campers as humanly possible. And then she simply sat there, staring blankly at the ground between her feet, waiting for this all to come to an end.

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After their morning job, the boys took their shower and soon went to the Main hall where Iliana was. The trio ate in silence, that was until Nelly came in. After interacting with Wes, the redhead got to the main hall.

"Morning guys! Do you 3 always hang out together?"

"We're use to it. We'll branch out eventually since I want to get to know everyone here. Besides, I hate staying alone for too long."

Nelly sat with them since no one else was here at the moment.

"Where are you from, Ethan, you're certainly not from where Heath is from."

"Tampa, Florida. I wanted to study abroad, so that's how I ended up staying with Heath."

"Oh nice! I am from Baton Rouge, Louisiana."

"Really? I would never guess with your lack of accent."

"Haha! It's because my mom and I traveled a lot throughout my life."

Heath and Iliana were content to listen to the two banter. Soon Nelly and Iliana finished their meals.

"Well, I want to take more pictures of the place. Any of you want to join me?"

Iliana shook her head. She needed to take a shower herself and figured she'd explore the grounds more.

"Thanks for offer, but want to work on my book a bit more,"

"If you wait a few more minutes, I'll go ahead and join you."

Things settled, the four soon separated after Ethan finished his meal. He and Nelly left together and soon Iliana left after letting Heath know what she was going to do. Heath ended up finishing his meal in silence.

Iliana had just finished her shower when the announcement came.

"Everyone to the arena, immediately."

Iliana recognized the voice immediately. It was Poseidon. She only met the god once and that was even before Alex's trial. He'd been with Zeus when her mother needed something from Zeus and Iliana was with her mother at the time when she was small. The god was very intimidating and it looked like his daughter was following in his footsteps for Liv was also intimidating in her own way. Knowing she didn't have much time, Iliana quickly changed and found directions to the arena via the dryads in the trees. By the time Iliana got there, Heath, Ethan, and Nelly were there. Seeing Poseidon and some other gods there, Iliana wondered what the problem was. She gave Heath a puzzled look, but he just merely put a finger to his lips.

Heath knew something serious had happened if the gods were getting involved. He scanned those currently present and was quick to notice Liam and Sylas, along with Sloane. Heath had been the fourth one to arrive since the main hall wasn't far from the arena. He'd been luck a camp staff person been nearby. Careful to not make any assumptions, Heath waited patiently for Poseidon to speak up or any other god present for that matter.

Soon the rest of the campers made it to the arena and Poseidon spoke up.

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

So that was it, there had been another fight. Heath again looked at Liam and Sylas. There was no evidence of them fighting though. Apollo was here though, so maybe that had something to do with it. But before Heath could think of anything else, Poseidon had Hecate summon something, something Heath was not expecting. It appeared to be a portal or gateway of some kind. Soon Poseidon spoke up again.

"We will end this infighting here and now. One by one, each and every one of you will pass through that archway. You will enter an illusion where your lies, deceit and dishonesty will be stripped away. Inside you will face your repressed traumas, deepest secrets or darkest fears. You will believe it is real because it will feel real. Your mind will not register that it is an illusion until you are no longer in it."

Heath felt Iliana shutter. She herself was shaking in fear, knowing exactly what she was bound to see. She had seen too much in her young life. It was something she wished for no one to experience. Heath put an arm around her in comfort as the sea god finished speaking.

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

Heath wanted to curse. He hated when he was right. He didn't understand where Sloane fit into this, but what was done was done. Soon Poseidon called for Sloane and the first trial began.

Nelly couldn't keep her eyes away from what was happening. Sure she wanted some excitement to happen, but this wasn't what she had in mind. Seeing Sloane's fears made real though made her nervous, and she normally wasn't the kind to worry. So Sloane was scared of what Liam could do or what she could do? It was obvious she feared her brother too. Looks like Sylas was an expert in manipulation. Nelly wonder what else he was capable of.

Ethan could feel his own temper rising. Sure he was an easy going guy, but if there was one thing Ethan didn't tolerate it was someone messing around with someone's head. Ethan was the kind of person to prevent chaos from happening so if he could, he'd do something about Sylas right now, but no, he'd only get in trouble. Beside, Iliana needed him more for he was using his serenity inducement to keep Iliana calm. The girl wasn't even looking at the trial, but couldn't block out the sound or the emotions of what the trial was presenting.

Soon the trial was over and after Sloane sat down, Poseidon spoke up, "Heath Taylor! Step forward!"

That caught Ethan and Iliana's attention as the two looked at Heath. Heath saw the fear in Iliana's eyes and the concern in Ethan's.

"It'll be all right, Lia. Take care of her, Ethan," he said, squeezing Iliana's hand one more time and getting up.

Iliana tried clinging to her brother, but Ethan gently made her let go and hugged her as Heath went up to the portal. Heath took a deep breath before entering it.

He entered his home after coming home from the grocery store.

"Lia! I am home! Lia?"

The house was still, no sound whatsoever. A chill went up Heath's spine. His sister was still getting over her imprisonment. And the house was too quiet. Putting down the groceries, Heath quickly went to Iliana's room. No one was there. He searched the whole house for her before remembering the locator pendant he had. Grabbing it, he found himself rushing outside. Where was she? She had to be around somewhere. It felt like forever but he finally found her by a cliff.

"Lia! What are you doing?"

Iliana, tears streaming down her face, spoke to him, "I am a monster Heath, I don't deserve to live. I can't take this anymore!"

Suddenly the blonde jumped off the cliff, Heath screamed and rushed after her, only to see her vanish beneath the angry waters below. Screaming and crying, he slammed his fists into the ground. He couldn't protect her, not even from herself. Looking up, he saw Athena and Demeter.

"You promised me you'd keep her safe, Heath!" Demeter cried.

"You disappoint me, Heath. You're not my son anymore." Athena claimed, coldness in her voice.

Ashamed of himself, Heath felt himself sink beneath the ground. He tried getting out of it through his intangibility powers, but it was no use. Soon he because trapped within the ground and could not breath anymore.


Heath gasped for breath as he found himself collapsed on the ground. It had felt all too real for him. Losing Iliana, failing her mother and his mother, and becoming trapped within the ground. Looking he saw that Iliana was alive, frantic, but still alive and he sighed in relief. Iliana had multiple times tried getting out of her seat to get to Heath, but Ethan and even Nelly kept preventing her. She had been crying the whole time. Seeing how he needed to get up, Heath staggered up to his feet, and left the arena. Finally letting Iliana go, the blonde launched herself at Heath and the pair hugged each other before sitting down down and waited for the next trial.

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Typically one to learn from mistakes, Evelyn did herself a favor by keeping herself company in the morning. As dull and against her nature as it was. Not that any harm could come from offering the likes of Ethan and Heath an apology over breakfast for her more stand-offish and challenging side shining through at the beach.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Sylas was one lucky bastard; for the only being on this planet that could rip this murderous behemoth off of him would be a god, and he came. A small group of them. He was on top of the child of Eris, thick fingers eager to feel the air strained at his stupid little throat. It felt good; the thought of taking someone’s life like this. That’s how nasty the rage inside of him genuinely was, and it believed it was the right thing to do. It believed that there was no other way in this world than dealing in ruthless death.

By the time he was pried off and shackled, his clothes were bloodstained and his jacket had ripped at the seams; as if he had become Hulk, only less dramatic. He didn’t bother looking over at any of the gods, especially Poseidon. Who were they to scold anyone for pettiness anyway? His eyes were still on Sylas, and his chest heaved heavily. It almost seemed like a snorting sound came from his nostrils, akin to an overly excited bull ready to barrel out of its holding place.

When all got to Pulvinus, the rage had yet to fully subside. For some reason, Sylas’ power still lurked in there like a shadow. The fact that he was still alive was enough to make Liam hungry for blood.

"You will go last. You will sit there and watch as every single person here suffers through their trial because of you. And because your judgement is clouded due to some girl... You will suffer through watching her go first, knowing you can do nothing to ease her struggle."

Liam tried his best not to scoff, but his eyes rolled nearly to the back of his skull at the implication that he was to blame for everything. He looked over at his father and spit over in his general direction, "Rumor around the Myth mill is that none of you asshats have any room to talk about fighting over a girl. And you Ares - you like seeing you children caged like animals. Don’t you? First it was my sister, now it’s me. You’re a little bitch, and I swear - one day, you’re going to regret the day I was born." The son of Ares couldn’t care less that his voice boomed in warning for everyone to hear him. He began to laugh a little at this; still feeling that murderous rage snaking through his blood. Liam was never one to not say exactly what was on his mind.

"I don’t give a fuck, Fishboy. Now everyone here will remember how much you’ve all abandoned your children." At that time, he meant every word of that. It would do some of these Demigods well to see their own fears, or whatever it was that Poseidon was doing to them. He raised both of his shackled hands, lifting a finger, "I wonder if that little girl - what’s her name, Alex? I wonder if this would have been her treatment had she been anyone else’s child. In fact - where is she? The rest of us have gutless duds for godly parents. So unlucky." His eyes met various Demigods in the arena as he spoke.

At this point, after having to see his own sister imprisoned on his first day here, and now himself - his view of the gods were only getting worse. "I wonder how everyone else feels about that..." He’d let that linger in the air for a little bit, then it was Sloane center stage. He didn’t think this whole ordeal was going to be that bad, but he was simple-minded enough like that. He remained in his spot, shackled, and leaned back. He hoped his aura radiated enough threat to keep everyone else away from him. In fact, anyone that was more sensitive to emotion would probably stay far, far away. He chose a place surrounded by no one, as he didn’t want to be bothered. He said his piece and made his promise with daddy.

His attention focused, and as the effects of Sylas’ magic died out, likely due to whatever was going on in Pulvinus, he started to remember what he did. His eyes widened for a second, and as he watched the brunette descend the steps. He pushed her. How hard did he do it? Why did he touch her? He couldn’t think of any reason why he would do something like that. He didn’t remember anyone telling him to, but that was the nature of Sylas’ power. The worst part is that Liam was so enraged that everything Sloane told him about their powers had leaked out of his brain alongside his common sense.

Guilt washed over him like the heaviest fucking wave ever created by an ocean. He stood up, and the way he tried to break through the shackles actually started to make his wrists bleed. "Sloane! he called out, and just as he started to barrel toward her, a voice stopped him in his tracks. Hera’s voice echoed through his mind, and he could not do anything but obey, sit down. Do not move. The giant that was Liam plopped his ass down once more. There was nothing more he could do at this point.

The scene that played before him started out simple and… carefree. It was just Sloane looking for him. It almost felt like it was a natural thing - her coming home, and maybe he was there waiting for her. But that turned into a horror scene right off the bat. It didn’t scare Liam, but boy - OH BOY - did it really piss him off. There was Rocco; dead in a puddle of his own blood, and she had to find the pup that way. Liam knew this wasn’t reality, but she didn’t. He could feel his anger rising again, as if it were possible for him to get any madder. Was it possible?

They were all about to find out.

Of course, Sylas was there - like the troublesome little snake he was. Liam shot Sylas a glance, a low growl rumbling in his throat.

It’s not real, he reminded himself in a thought. But why was every inch of his body quaking with anger? He couldn’t move his body - not one limb, yet he shook like a rabid, frothing canine. All that rage radiated from him like a searing heat, enough for even those that were not sensitive to emotion to notice. He wanted to erupt at every second of watching himself do things he wouldn’t do.

He wouldn’t do that. Would he? He already did. Didn’t he?

Liam’s death by his own hand hardly phased the man himself. Death was of no concern to this child. In fact, death felt better than living at this point. Men like him and Sylas, maybe they didn’t deserve anything good.

When Sloane stepped out of her own nightmare and her eyes met his, he just looked away.

He didn’t give a fuck about anyone else’s crap. There were only two things on his mind - the children of Eris and anger. Anger at his father, the gods… Alex. How’d a fight earn a harsher punishment than murder? Why was he being treated like some monster? Why does everyone else get away with everything else? Sloane softened him. He let his guard down. That was him. This man sitting here right now, and the one in her trial - that was Liam.

"You want the monster? Fine. I’ll be the monster," he murmured under his breath, not caring if anyone else heard that. Who was going to do anything about it?

For the rest of the trial, he'd just sit there. He didn't look at anyone. He no longer shook violently, and it almost looked like his breathing was calm. There were just his emotions, buried deep within that now aloof facade.

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The unabashed daughter of Artemis got here just like everyone else - by unwilling and with much disgruntling. She, for one, wanted no part in whatever drama was taking place in this Camp. More so, she didn’t believe in collective punishment. Without much warning, she sat her little redhead right next to Daniel, giving him nothing more than a swift side-glance paired with a slightly intimidating but somehow still sweet smile. After that, she paid him no more mind, leaving him to sit there and wonder why she sat next to him - Cherise’s best friend in this whole entire world. That would make anyone nervous.

The words that left Liam’s lips, for better or worse (she thinks he’s pretty stupid, really) were true. She didn’t know this Alex girl, but she assumed that something must have transpired to make the Ares child feel some sort of way. People like Liam didn’t just say shit just because they wanted to cause trouble. He didn’t seem like someone that cared for anyone.

She leaned back, crossed her arms over her chest, and drummed her fingers against her biceps. She even threw one leg over the other, gently swaying the top leg from side-to-side in idle animation. Her head canted this way and that way, and though there were emotions and dramatics in the first illusion, her empathy-tank remained completely empty.

It took a lot more than blood, gore, and tears to move Rae. Logically, these were all illusions - just the culmination of people’s thoughts, fears, and insecurities being brought before them. As Sloane’s played out, she took the time to watch the reactions of others, tilting her head every so often. The lack of expression on her face might be unusual, especially whilst others wore the look of shock and horror on their own.

Then there was Heath’s, and she didn’t understand it. Iliana committed suicide, but she hardly looked like the type of girl to do such a thing. Rae’s eyes moved for a swift and inconspicuous peripheral glance of the girl as she sat there not too far away from her. Interesting. She looked like a doe. Of course, given the concept of a child that could not care for herself, Rae could never fathom these types of things.

Daniel’s was… confusing to her. The fact that he had died was something she could not see, for she hadn’t been here during the event. Cherise had yet to tell her, and there was no reason to offer Daniel’s secret up so easily. It wasn’t something the Sun Child would do, even for her bestie. There was some chanting, and then the boy’s sister turned into a blank canvas. Just another display of how precious the Demigods were to their mothers and fathers.

Not.

Just as she watched Daniel move back to his seat, her name fell from Poseidon’s lips. "Rae Meadows, step forward.". Of course, Rae was hardly as silently obedient as her peers, it would seem.

She stood and her eyes lashed out toward the gods, and while others may see her as petty and looking for attention, the redhead didn’t agree with the notion that she deserved punishment. That anyone did, actually. "Is it not enough that having you lot for parents has already caused tremendous socio-emotional dysfunction? Must we do something so asinine when your own crimes among each other, and toward humanity, are far more severe than our own? Look at you all, looking down at us when you’re all nothing but jealous, insecure, murderous--" But she was cut off briskly by her own mother.

"Rae Meadows, who are you to question us?"

"Actually, who are you to punish me? You’re my biological egg donor, but you are not my mother. I don’t have a mother. What I see is a weak woman that can’t stand up to a man when there is an obvious injustice. That’s who you are. Pathetic. You’re also a nasty goddess that has done unspeakable things to people for no reason other than the fact that they looked at you. Did you not help Apollo kill children? Did you not turn men into animals for petty reasons? You’ve punished other women for being better than you as well, haven’t you? You’re a monster, and more so than I am." She scoffed and laughed, "Hypocrites is too light a term for the gods. Isn’t that right, mother?" A conniving Rae smile.

Artemis did not have as much kindness to spare as others might believe. This girl pushed buttons, and she didn’t like it at all.

"Yet, I will go before you have to move a finger and strain yourself for your daughter. Just know that I do plan on being a changed woman when I come out. I will remember this injustice as a personal slight against my person. I do hold grudges." That was a warning as she finally stepped down from her seat and toward the arena, then moved to the steps. She gave one last look at her mother and smiled once more, only it was a thin, quick, saccharine curve of the lips that meant no good was to come of this.

This trial might create more of a schism in the Demigod ranks than the gods have intended.

She finally went through the archway.

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Rae did not have fears or insecurities. Those were emotional, and such things did not exist within her mind. Sometimes she worried, but they were things that she thinks girls worry about - appearance, boys, etc. Yet, in the depths of her core there was an… anomaly in her personality.

When she stepped into her illusion, all of her walls came tumbling down. It was not an ordinary day, like in so many others. It was an immediate conflagration - literally. A plume of thick grey smoke hit her, and it caused her to start coughing immediately. Her surroundings were unclear. It was some kind of building, but why did she feel utterly trapped?

Fire. She clutched at her chest until the flesh her fingertips dug into turned red. Panic set in, and she felt more like she couldn't breathe due to this mundane fear than the smoke that puffed at her. There was something in her past that caused this fear - something that she buried a long time ago. She never thought of it as fear because she innately avoided fire like one breathed in air. She dropped to the floor immediately, and tried to get low enough to crawl beneath the blackening plume.

Her eyes caught something just up ahead - freedom. It was a long pathway uninhabited by consuming flames or dangerous smoke. It was clear. She could make a run for it, and she did. Until…

"Rae? Rae, are you somewhere in here?” A voice called it to her, and it was very familiar. It was naturally Cherise - the one person in this world that Rae thought of as more than just a human parasite.

"Ch-Cherise?” She looked back over her shoulder, and there were large open doorways that weren’t there before. Fire and smoke burst out of them. Just two rooms. One was silent, and the other had Cherise crying out for help.

She looked back toward the exit. Rae wasn’t a firefighter. Hell, she was hardly one to do anything for anyone if she didn’t have to. Yet, Cherise was her only emotional attachment in this world. What would happen if she died?

She took in a deep breath and ran toward the room. At first, the sheer heat and the plume of smoke was enough to cause Rae to stumble back. She fell onto her butt and scooted herself back against a wall, frozen. I can do this… I can do this…, she thought to herself. The love she had for Cherise went deeper than just family - it was some strange spiritual connection, even if Rae didn’t have those kinds of beliefs.

She eventually moved onto her hands and knees and crawled through the doorway, and the flames licked her skin. Fire peeled away her clothes, the smoke slithered into her body and snatched her breath, and even her flesh felt like it was melted away. It smelled like burning hair, fabric, wood, skin… it was rancid and vomit inducing.

But when she thought she reached Cherise, when she looked up - no one was there. There was another voice that joined the fray, ”It’s okay, I got you, Cherise. A man’s voice, of course.

That’s right. What did Cherise need Rae for now? There were always better people for her. How naive it was of Rae to think that she’d be there forever. She was hardly even human to begin with. She hesitated, even when her best friend needed her the most. There were just things that Rae could not be to others…

Just before the lights went out, she was on her back in the arena. She screamed high-pitched screams, her fingers and nails scraping at her skin until she bled. It didn’t even occur to her that she was no longer trapped in her illusion. She thought that her skin was still melting, her hair was gone, that she was choking and she couldn't breathe - even though she was obviously screaming and writhing on the floor of the arena.

After a few very long minutes, she was on her knees, her hands clutched her chest and she was catching back up on her breaths. She felt for her clothes, her hair, her skin. Everything was in place. She slowly looked around - first up at the gods then toward her peers. Her make-up had smeared from the sweat and her frantic motions. She trembled, but it was anger that she was beginning to feel swell up in her person. She was embarrassed. It was worse than being naked in public, as if that was an issue to begin with.

The audacity of the gods to display her so rawly. As she slowly got up to her feet, she adjusted her clothes and hair, and moved to find a seat somewhere far away from everyone else.

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Daniel being called upon caused another surge of interest for her and worry for him since he displayed some hesitance. But she watched along with others as he transitioned from alive to dead to completely non-existent experiencing an emotional roller-coaster unlike any other. Somehow she took him for a bit more sensitive than he seemed and he showed that being erased from his loved ones lives. His circumstances were torturous in their own way but hard to fully grasp for others.

Then a girl called Rae with vibrant red hair was called. She did not take her calling for the spotlight as well as others, at first saying what a good portion of them felt. The Gods had committed far larger crimes. They also had many centuries on the demigods so more room for grand error. But the discussion carried on quite pointedly between, one she would figure to be Artemis, and her daughter. She wasn't sure how Rae could carry such demeanor when hell awaited so soon. Turned out, that was an all too accurate thought because Rae's featured suffocating smoke and raging fire. The girl was burning alive to get to her friend that already got a saviour. Evelyn winced as Rae's screams rang out as the environment shifted and she was writhing around. Somebody spare her. Evelyn found herself mumbling it's okay and come around. Eventually, Rae was able to get her bearings and do the walk of shame back to the seats.

Carelessly, like a true void resided in their beings, Poseidon carried on. “Evelyn Masters, proceed.”

She walked herself down, trying to rehearse reality. Whatever exposed itself was a trial; a test of the heart and head. A means to expose raw character. Once she entered the archway, the arena left her and she was striding down a hall like continuing from a dream. Only this figment of imagination was unfamiliar and she found herself losing grip with that reality no matter how much she tried to hold on: the thought in her mind that this was a test and the demigods and gods were watching. Their magic was hard to fight...impossible! and the memory completely abandoned.

Evelyn pushed open the door apparently entering towards the tail end of a briefing. Those that congregated around the table quickly cleared out taking a roll of paper with them, except the head of business who happened to be an old friend. A wave crashed over her fuelling her with information on the crimes he committed. He fixed something in his back pocket and shot her a wry smile. “Just the girl I've been waiting for. It's good to see you. I need your help.”

“Why should I help you?”

“Because,” he said closing the distance between them. “I still think you're one of the most beautiful and intelligent - ”

“Why I should help you,” she said curtly. It was strangely difficult to face a man she once adored knowing he was so far removed. Or maybe he always had the potential to be this way.

He put a hand tenderly to her cheek, Evelyn not even aware she was shifting backward until her back hit the wall. His arms rested either side of her head. “Because I'm a desperate man. I do what I gotta do Eve. That's what life is for humans.”

Like facing a true predator Evelyn slowly reached for him. Sensing her movements, he whipped a gun out first, teeth-gritting in menace, pressing it under her chin. She gasped and began to quake, every sense telling her to escape but she couldn't risk hasty decisions and moves. A mist in her eyes began to cloud her vision of him. She tried to reach him again not to be unnoticeable this time but supportive. She rubbed his chest soothingly with trembling breaths. “I understand. It’s okay, it’s okay,” she whispered.

His face came closer to hers and she trained her watery eyes on his lips. Then, he all but lunged on her lips. Evelyn indulged his wildness, the kiss that said so many things, but the gun remained in place. She fought every instinct in her not to grab his wrist or recoil away from the barrel. Eventually, the weapon eased away and two hands took a hold of her, though in reality, it was seconds. And the kiss changed. She kept the show a little longer, hands drifting to his hips. Before she could investigate further, hands creeping to his pocket, he left her lips to kiss on her neck. The sensation was all so sweet, making her stop for the battle of control and inch towards succumbing to it. But Evelyn caught herself. One hand cupped the back of his neck for better leverage and then she shot a strong burst of pain through him.

He yelled out staggering and doubled over. “Fine! You,” he panted. “If you were on our side, nothing could go wrong. We could take one big one, I'd pay back my debts and I could retire from this lifestyle. I'm asking...for your help.”

As she had come to know, things weren't so black and white. Her composure almost faltered. “You made a poor decision and now you have to deal with the consequences. I can't help you.”

He looked surprised and hurt. But then he scoffed. “You’re a bystander and once upon a time you would have believed that was as bad as being involved. Standing there letting injustice run its course. It was an accident. A big one but still an accident, and we all make them. I'm owning up to mine.”

She was weighing his words. The version she used to know would never do or tangle with such things. In his right mind anyway, but time and experience had a habit of changing people.

“Look, I know you helped your dad and self out of a financial sticky situation....You shouldn’t take this as an advantage to punish me and make things personal. I cheated on you and I’m sorry for that.”

Evelyn’s eyes widened. Had he only held his tongue a little longer, he might have done better for himself. “This is not about you cheating!” How dare he believe to be judged on something so petty and humiliating. Additionally mentioning private details aloud was a risk she didn't want to endure.

“I know you like power and being in charge. That's why you left, to become a deity and strip humanity and feelings because that means weakness.” He slid off his jacket and sunk to his knees. “So this is what you want right?” He held his arms out. “I am literally begging you to help me. Save me with your godly powers.”

"Stop it, Reece."

His arms flung around her legs in a startling grovelling embrace. “I'll do anything you want, I'll be in debt to you. You know I will. Have pity on me.”

“Stop. Stop it! I don’t want this Reece!” She pushed him off and stepped away briskly. She shook her head almost as if assuring herself.

“Does anyone really know you?” Evelyn half turned to him, making it her turn to scoff. “I mean it. You’ve always wanted power, and that’s all you really care about. That way your say goes. You want your judgement undisputed and those that disagree can suffer. You're vindictive. Selfish. Indulgent. The God genes rule you more than you'll admit. You're going under.”

Evelyn's fists clenched for a second before spinning to face him full. She sunk eye level with him steadily. “This is not a humans verse gods thing. But frankly, you can think what you want. You'll have a lot of time to.”

“Only you can seek justice and be the executioner, is that right? Us mortals have no perception.”

She wanted to strike him. Palm twitchingly so. She never wanted to hit anybody but she wanted to strike him and get him to shut up because...he knew her. He was right to a degree. Evelyn wasn't as picture perfect as she idolized. She was done. As she turned her back to him, he grabbed her wrist firmly - painfully in a vice grip. “So what's my fate? Curse me? Hit me? Or help me? You don't want a world under your rule , that'd be boring. Leaves no room for punishment. You want something stimulating. I can offer that.”

She tugged her arm free to her chest holding her sore wrist, her eyes on him. Evelyn wanted to feel power and be challenged at the same time. What he was offering covered that but was complete madness. Whereas, punishing him would seem personal. “Nothing,” she muttered. “I won't do anything. If things go bad and you die, you die. If things go well for you then they do. I'll have no part in it.”

This time when she turned her back, the surface beneath her feet changed, there was a breeze all around. She was outside. In the arena. The truth of her desires, her logic, exposed. Dread dumped ontop of her. Much like the peers before her, the best thing for her to do was trudge back to her seat without a sound and avoid others eyes.

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xxxxx"Rumor around the Myth mill is that none of you asshats have any room to talk about fighting over a girl. And you Ares - you like seeing you children caged like animals. Don’t you? First it was my sister, now it’s me. You’re a little bitch, and I swear - one day, you’re going to regret the day I was born."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Sloane didn't know what was worse, the trial or fighting. The Gods weren't perfect, nor did everyone like them. But yelling at them was just stupid. They were naive to think that they would idly sit by and accept such disrespect. That's not how you talk to a God... hell, that's not how you talk to your elders. Liam's words only stirred the already chaotic pot that was the arena. So much, that Poseidon hardly let her take her seat before using her as an example.

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Where do I go?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or...

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

Then silence.

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor Character Portrait: Rae Meadows
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To say the Daughter of Apollo felt comfortable with this situation was a lie. Despite the fact that she sat next to Daniel, who was seated next to Rae, in a calm and warmly smiling disposition meant very little. There was no doubt that emotions were running thick in the air - with worry, doubt, fear, bitterness. Her fingers played with the hem of her oversized polka dot sweater, but she tried her best not to appear anymore awkward and apprehensive as everyone else did. After all, she was supposed to be smiling.

Unlike others, she had no words to share with the gods. It wasn't her place, and she didn't enjoy being the center of attention. At least, she wasn't going to let people know that she might enjoy it a little. Her dark eyes drifted to Sylas, head tilted slightly to the right - then flit toward Liam. Her gaze was owlish - curious and large, but they withheld judgment. She had no idea what was going on. Aside from the fact that she knew Sylas had been hurt just the other day, who was she to start imagining scenarios in her head? There was no way to know who was at fault, or if any of them were. Honestly, she just wanted to stay out of it.

Her teeth chewed at her lip as everyone began to embark on their own personal hell, and she wondered exactly what she would go through. Cherise could hardly be as attentive to everyone else as she should have been because she was scared of what was in store for herself. What secrets would come out? She had many shadows to cast, being as bright as she is. Didn't she?

Demigods were facing scenarios like death in scenes that had far too much gore than she wanted to see. They faced loss of all kinds - mental, emotional, personal... a loss of a sense of self. Secrets and desires were laid bare, and people's true faces were shown to everyone that they wished to hide from.

Daniel's would have been confusing had he not finally confessed to her just the other afternoon. Cherise wondered how it must feel to watch one's own self be so easily erased from the memories of their loved ones. A pang of sadness hit her when she realized that people could be erased in this world as easily as one breathes. The gods wouldn't really do that. Would they? She looked up at them quietly as Daniel came back to his seat.

As a comfort, she reached over to him and gently took his hand to hold in his lap without any words.

Then it was Rae's turn, and she watched the Moon-child proudly march herself toward the arena. That woman never did anything without expressing herself to the fullest. Part of Cherise worried deeply for the outcome of the Demigod's threatening words, but... certainly, Rae wouldn't allow herself to become so warped. She never did anything like that despite her brazen personality.

Cherise saw... hesitation in Rae's trial. She understood in a way. Rae always came first in everything. That was just how she chose to survive this world. To see and hear her best friend stepping out of the illusion without realizing that it was over for a long minute or two was painful. Cherise cringed and wished that it would be over. Rae decided not to sit by anyone, and Cherise chose to leave her be because she knew that the woman's dignity and pride were deeply bruised.

How could she be a part of two people's insecurities? The thought made her feel slightly uncomfortable. She didn't like the idea of being any kind of burden. She looked down at her feet, and before she knew it... it was her turn.

Cherise stood up and quietly marched down toward the arena. The woman trembled noticeably, even nearly tripping over nothing at all. She exchanged a brief glance with her father, and he silently gestured encouragement. Of all the gods, he was - at the very least - one of the nicer ones.

When Cherise stepped through the archway, a bare foot landed in something... wet and warm. It smelled like fire, but it also smelled like rain. It felt like she had been in flight or fight mode - in the middle of a battle that had the Sunchild split into two. There was a sense in this scene that this particular unrest had been a long time in the making - a seed watered over time with envy, jealousy, bitterness, etc - so that it could blossom into this violent bloom of war. It was clear that she didn't know her place in this mess that was Camp Athens.

As she walked, people were fighting. Powers could be seen as far and wide as ever - crashing with one another. People ran around her, but no one came after her. They didn't have any faces. They were just bodies with familiar powers and something like... feelings. She knew who they were, and she knew that they were friends. Cherise considered everyone at Camp Athens to be a friend until they showed themselves as the enemy.

People were dying here. She didn't know who to run to or who to leave behind. Who were the enemies? Who were friends? Where were the archaic beasts or the monsters of myth?

You need to choose a side, Cherise, voices whispered to her like a choir in tandem. She knocked an arrow and raised her bow, encircled by these faceless entities.

These entities began to throw their powers at each other - all of them missing her by fractions of a centimeter. Bodies were dropping, she spun around trying to figure out who was the threat and who was not. The feelings that attached themselves to these beings spanned the spectrum from amorous and platonic to confusion and dislike. She loosed an arrow and it plunged into one chest, then she notched another one to do it again.

She thought she had gotten rid of all the negative emotions, so she dropped to her knees and scrambled to save the ones that were attached to love and friendship. When all was done, she stood up and looked around. Faces revealed themselves for only a split second before vanishing, and her eyes widened. These faces were seen by her eyes only, leaving the Demigods to wonder who was who as they looked upon her illusion.

No one was who she thought they were.

A knife plunged into her from behind, and she fell onto the blood-soaked ground. At that moment, just when her final breath was about to leave, the illusion shattered and she was back in the arena. Cherise stayed on the floor, believing that she was dying when she was actually just laying there face down, breathing just fine. Crying quietly. She wondered how she could make such horrible mistakes.

It took her a few seconds to realize that she was on the arena floor. Cherise stood, wiped away her tears, and moved back to her seat. Nothing made any sense as it stood right now. She looked toward Daniel and wondered if he caught his face among those with the arrow in the chest, and she placed her hands in her lap.

She looked up at her father and wondered if maybe this was him trying to tell her that there was a deep wound in this Camp. She thought now that it might not do to be Switzerland in this place. Since she had been here, she hadn't paid close attention to what was happening. Instead, she allowed herself to be swept up in something that easily blinded even the most observant person. Cherise had to train, learn, and find her place. If there was a wound somewhere in this place, maybe she could help it heal before it split the Camp into two.

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

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

"Come over here and see for yourself."

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

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

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

Demeter's face paled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nelly took a deep breath as she stood up.

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

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

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

Disgraced Journalist Linda Givens sent to an Asylum

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One second passed. And then another...

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Rae Meadows
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ImageHonestly Daniel wasn't paying attention to the to'ing and fro'ing between a demigod and gods. It was just background noise. Instead, he stared off vacantly trying to wrap his own head around his own personalised hell. He felt somebody take his hand but he didn’t react. The lighting of the arena changed meaning somebody had entered the archway again but he couldn't bring himself to pay attention.

That's why when some arms suddenly wrapped around him from behind he jumped slightly, quickly recovering when he realized it was only Andy. He held onto her arms gently offering a little smile. "I'm sorry. I love you," she whispered. Daniel pressed his head against hers. "And I thought about you every single day that you were gone... So did mason."

He nodded a little. Andy acknowledging his fears and assuring him only seemed to release the emotions as a couple more tears escaped him. Her arms tightened around him. "I will never ever forget you... The memories we've shared are far too precious and I wouldn't trade them for anything." His little sister wiped away a tear and kissed his cheek. "Ok?"

Daniel half reached back cupping her head and kissed her cheek in return. "Ok," he whispered back and ruffled her hair slightly. He leaned his head against hers embracing his sister the best he could in these circumstances.

Hearing Cherise’s name called grabbed his attention. Daniel watched Rae battle flame and smoke to get to her when his own voice emerged. Wait, was that him? Daniel frowned a little. He might have something more than a crush for Cherise but he wasn’t looking to get between some…sismance or disregard Rae’s own life. Although that’s probably not what he should have taken away from the red head’s trial.

And then one Evelyn Masters was called. Was she prepared to face such an illusion? It's not that he thought she was fragile but she didn't deserve to go through it, and she was so put together, he didn't want more broken demigods among them. Besides, Evelyn and Cherise had been such blocks for him. For a time through the archway, Evelyn was herself, in control, calling the shots but rather quickly that slipped when a gun was pressed to her head. Things spiralled from there like some kind of tug-of-war that she couldn't quite ever win. Daniel tilted his head slightly at the conclusion. Most of the trials were self-explanatory but hers didn't speak as clearly.

Daniel gave Andy's arms a little squeeze, grateful for her support and presence. But even more because his sister, who had been through so much crap, also had to step through the archway yet. And really who the hell knew what would manifest for her. While he worried for his sister, another person held dear was called upon. Cherise.

She marched herself down to the dreaded archway, her illusion mimicking the chaos of camp in an enlarged form. Some civil war-like scenario, with glimpses of features on faceless folks, that Cherise thrust herself in the middle of. Did she think the camp was that out of control? When a knife went through her, Daniel jolted. He sighed out shaking his head to himself. "This is such bullcrap," he whispered to Andy. "It's a good way to get us to turn against Zeus's kids, old slendy and big Jumbo over there."

Trying not to add to Cherise's exposure, Daniel looked for Mason, sitting by Trinity. Two more people his sweet sister loved and would be pained by seeing their trials. "Whatever happens in yours, or theirs, we've got each other. It's an illusion, not a prediction." Something Daniel had to convince himself as well.

To be immortal in history, you had to be a hero or accomplish something truly special. Nobody was really remembered forever...

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"Ok," was all Daniel said as he ruffled her hair a bit before leaning into her embrace. Andy remained there awhile longer, wanting to make it all the more clear that he was ok. It all sucked, there was no other way to put it. Watching each other, one by one, walk into an illusion to face whatever darknesses their souls held. Some people didn't deserve this... Others did.

As that thought crossed her mind, Andy looked up slightly, just enough to scan the crowd. When there was no sight of Ajax or Alex, her brows furrowed. Poseidon or Liam might have mentioned it through their bickering, but she hardly paid attention to it. She thought at least they would be there to watch, even if daddy Zeus kept them from partaking.

Her jaw clenched subconsciously as she rested her chin on her brother's shoulder. Bullshit. They have to go through this shit because of the fighting at camp... And one of the most recent people to be in a fight wasn't there?! Not only was Andy terrified of what she might face but now she was just mad. How Alex got so many breaks just baffled her. If the tables had been turned... If Andy was the one to nearly kill Alex? She'd be rotting in the Underworld.

And wherever they went... Ajax didn't even bother to say good bye. Andy sighed. She wouldn't let the Valises plagued her thoughts. Not anymore.

Her attention was brought back to more pressing matters, when Daniel gave her arm a gentle squeeze. She could tell he was worried for her. Andy wanted to reassure him that she would be ok... But she couldn't make that promise. If what she would see in there is anything like what she's been imagining... She wasn't ready.

Andy watched Cherise's trial, if only because Daniel seemed very concerned by it. She didn't know the girl very well, besides her helping Andy at her brother's request. He cared for her. She didn't know on what level, but she could tell by his body language. The civil war scene that played out felt all too real... and possible. Could camp really be going in that direction? It felt like everyday that passed more and more of them turned on one another.

Then a knife found its way into the brunette's chest causing Daniel to jump. Andy grimaced, knowing all too well the pain of watching someone you care about die. "This is such bullcrap," he whispered. "It's a good way to get us to turn against Zeus's kids, old slendy and big Jumbo over there."

She swallowed hard, pulling away slightly. "...Both of you don't deserve this," Andy said about the pair of them, Daniel and Cherise. "I'm not so sure about myself. I've been in the middle of a lot of conflicts at camp. Not to mention the fight the other day." It was a truth she hadn't quite realized until that moment. Everything Poseidon was talking about, all the fighting... She was part of it too. She was always in the middle of it, Mason, Ajax, Alex.

Daniel turned to look toward Mason and Trinity, which only made Andy's heart sink more. She didn't know what was going to be worse, her own trial or watching everyone she cares about suffer. It really was just shit either way. "Whatever happens in yours, or theirs, we've got each other. It's an illusion, not a prediction."

Andy sighed and nodded her head. She let her gaze skim the crowd once more. There wasn't many of them left. A pit grew in her stomach. "It won't be long before we go. There isn't much of us left..." She gave her brother one last embrace. "I'll leave you to help her."

With her bravest smile, which was lacking, she moved to her feet and made her way back to her seat between Trinity and Mason. As Andy sat back down, she wasted no time in taking back Mason's hand, sliding her fingers between his. She didn't care who saw or what they thought. Her brave facade quickly started to crumble in his presence. She was never particularly good at masking her real feelings around him. And she knew the trials were only going to get worse. "It won't be long now..."