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Iliana Remington-Taylor

The Empath

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a character in “Camp Athens: The Second Year”, as played by Zodia195

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xxxILIANA x REMINGTON-TAYLORxxxx the x empathetic x dove x




”The finest souls are those who gulped pain and avoided making others taste it.“
- Unknown




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

a g e x // x19 years

g e n d e r x // xFemale

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

o r i g i n x // xAtlanta, Georgia

s p e c i e s x // xdemigod

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






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D E M E A N O R


h e i g h t x // x5’2”

w e i g h t x // x123 lbs

h a i r x // xLong and wavy golden blonde hair

e y e s x // xAmber colored eyes

o d d i t i e s x // xCurrently she hard speaks, and uses pad for communication purposes, plus she tends to cling to either Ethan or Heath. Still has a huge sweet tooth though and can eat and eat without gaining an inch.

a p p e a r a n c e x // xShe is almost a carbon copy of Demeter, only with blonde hair and much shorter. Despite being petite she does have some curves on her. When it comes to attire, she prefers casual wear with neutral tones. She doesn’t care that much about her appearance but she is a clean freak so she does take showers frequently.






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P O W E R S

Agrokinesis x // x The first ability to pop up and the one that Iliana has the most control over because of her empathy she knows what exactly plants and other organic materials need because she can pick up if the earth is hurting or not. She doesn’t use this power a lot though due to enjoying seeing things grow naturally.

Create Precipitation x // x This ability along with Aerokinesis are linked with Iliana’s emotions the most. Recently after Iliana’s harrowing experience, she used this ability to ‘get all of her tears out’ and almost caused the area to flood. She’s now trying to shut off her emotions so she doesn’t do that again.

Other Powers x // x Aerokinesis was always the hardest for Iliana to use because she never quite knew how to use it, despite all of the lessons she’s had. Like with her ability to create rain though she recently tried shutting off her emotions because she’s scared of using this ability, but not as much as induce hunger. She detests this ability because she’s almost killed someone with this skill. This happened when trying to escape her imprisonment and her anger was out of control.



P R O F I C I E N C I E S

Gardening x // x Iliana has a big green thumb and loves growing anything from crops to flowers. She doesn’t just want to rely solely on her abilities to make things grow. This is one thing she continues to do after her harrowing experience because it brings her peace.

Perseverance x // x This young lady has been through a lot and even in her darkest moments she has refused to give up. Now though she doesn’t know how to move forward, but she still wants to keep on living.

Open Hearted x // x Being an empathetic person, Iliiana has always worn her heart on her sleeve. She use to be very vibrant and carefree as a child. Now she’s completely silent, but still can’t help but try to be nice to anyone.



W E A K N E S S E S

Empathy x // x This trait is basically a double edge sword. While Iliana has been able to use this ability to help others in the past, it was used against her heavily during her imprisonment and she almost went insane because of it. This is why she had to mentally shut herself down in order to stay sane. Fortunate for her, her captivity was brief, but it was long enough to have permanent scares on her.

Clingy x // x Ever since the loss of her real father, Iliana has been a bit more attached to those she cares about, and this is especially true to her mother. She was starting to become more independent, but now she’s back a square one.

Cooking x // x One would think since Iliana is great at growing things, she’d be good at cooking. Unfortunately this is not the case as Iliana is terrible at cooking. She once started a fire while using a toaster. Only thing she knows how to do meal wise is put together a salad. As a result, she hardly eats meat since she feels that since she can’t cook it, she shouldn’t eat it, unless someone else does the cooking.



F E A R S

Getting Emotional x // x Iliana is terrified of losing control of her emotions because she knows how they are linked to her powers. Despite all that wad done to her, she still has nightmares of hurting others since she lost control of her emotions.

Not Finding her Way x // x As scared as Iliana is of getting hurt again, she’s even more scared of not being able to find herself again. This fear is linked to wanting to find her voice again also.

Humans x // x This comes as no surprise given what she’s been through. She really hates having this fear too because she even fears her adoptive father now.





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P E R S O N A L I T Y
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Before the events that changed her personality dramatically, Iliana was a sweet girl with a shy personality. This was due to her empathy and she got sick a lot as a child, even before losing her father. Due to this, Demeter had a more direct hand in training her, especially when it wad discovered her emotions were linked to her emotions. Despite all of her training, she still struggled to balance herself out.

At an early age she discovered she had a talent for gardening, and loved doing things with her hands. Loving the earth just as much as her mother, she took every opportunity to be outside just to be around the things she grew. She learned to be patience and this activity always brought her inner peace. Even inside, she had indoor plants in her room.

After being rescued from her recent ordeal though, she became a shell of herself. There’s a part of her that hates what she’s become because she doesn’t want to worry her mother, adopted family, and more recently her new friend Ethan. She is mute now because she can’t find her voice. So for communication purposes, she uses a note pad to write things down. While she’s still recovering, she’s has never given up on herself. She doesn’t want to be a burden and knows somehow she’ll make it through. Finding herself though will still be hard due to her fears. She honestly doesn’t mind her adoptive brother’s protective nature either.






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H I S T O R Y


Iliana’s father, Carter Remington, was a philanthropist and traveled a lot to make sure to help those less fortunate then him. It was this kind personality that attracted the attention of Demeter. Carter, a romantic at heart, quickly fell for her and it didn’t take long for the two to get together, but not before Demeter revealed her divine nature to him. He wad dumbfounded at first but after seeing what she could do, did believe her. Soon though Demeter had to leave for a bit and Carter didn’t see her for months, so one could imagine how shocked her was when Demeter suddenly appeared pregnant and about soon to give birth.

Carter doted on Iliana in the short time he had her and called her Lia and his ‘little dove’. It was apparent at an early age she loved being outside around nature and she would travel with him everywhere he went. Iliana doesn’t have many memories of her dad, but she does know she was close to him and loosing him had a major effect on her. When Iliana was 5, someone broke into their home in Atlanta, which woke up Iliana and her father. The intruder ended up killing her father when he tried to stop him and soon came after Iliana, but in her fear, her agrokinesis appeared and the plants in her room started growing and trapping the guy. Demeter was then seconds later, having felt her daughter’s distress, and took care of the human. To help Iliana recover, Demeter kept her daughter around for a few weeks in her own domain, but knew her daughter couldn’t stay with her, especially since she was neglecting her duties. Going to her fellow gods and goddesses, it was Athena who suggested that Iliana live with her son’s, Heath's family, especially since he lived in an area that wasn’t hugely populated. Demeter did just that and Heath’s father and family were more then willing to adopt Iliana.

Iliana was shy but grew to love her new home. Much like her new adoptive brother, Heath, she was homeschooled, but mostly by his aunts since she only retained basic intellect, plus one of the his aunts was an empath herself while the other was a Wiccan who grew her own garden. Both helped Iliana with her empathy and gardening skills. Still, Iliana struggled with her empathy since she could also feel when the earth was suffering. Her powers develop quickly and Demeter visited frequently to help her, much to Iliana’s delight. She was sad when Heath moved out when she was only 15. It was by this time she wanted to try doing things for herself too. Wanting to help others like her biological father did, she started getting into herbalism and would donate some of her things to neighbors. By the time she was 17, she did well enough to graduate early too. Deciding to go to the local college, it would be here that the unexpected happen.

Iliana did her best to conceal her abilities and it was why she didn’t want to go to large university. However, one day she was practicing her skills on her own in what she thought was an isolated area, but someone spotted her meditating while levitating in mid-air. This human just happened to be a student from the same college, who’s father was a scientist. After telling his father about what he saw (and he even recorded her doing it as proof), the scientist got his son to befriend her, which he did. Still, Iliana was wary of her new friend due to feeling that he wasn’t 100% honest. Unfortunately, her instincts would prove to be true. One night, Iliana was kidnapped from her own bed. She had been knocked out and taken to an underground hidden facility. Turns out that scientist was looking for people with ’special abilities’ and wanted to use people like Iliana as ‘test subjects’. Even though it only lasted several hours it she was tortured enough to be broken, resulting in her destroying her own voice just to keep quiet. Her mother would have been there sooner, but unfortunately she had been sent on a mission by Zeus prior to Iliana's kidnapping. Lucky for Iliana, she was found and rescued by her mother, Hermes, and Athena. The whole facility was destroyed and the humans there delt with. The whole ordeal traumatized Iliana and before taking her back to Earth, Iliana was allowed to heal physically under the careful watch of her mother and Apollo. While he was able to heal her vocal chords, the trauma of the event left Iliana mute. By this time she was 18.

The young demigod was never the same once she was back home. She refused to leave her room at first and only Heath’s aunts were allowed to see her and they had to physically take care of her at first for she had emotionally and physically shut out everyone. It was one of the aunt’s ideas for Iliana to move in with Heath and his roommate, Ethan, seeing how they were out in the country and the open spaces might due Iliana some good. Also, Iliana slowly starts trying to communicate again, especially after her mother visits her and suggest she write her thoughts down to see if it’ll help. Iliana allows this and being out in the country does help her. She ignores Ethan at first, but his sincerity does slowly get through to her and she slowly opens up to him. Knowing her daughter has to become stronger, Demeter finally decides she wants her to go to Camp Athens and hopes being around more demigods will help her open up more. Iliana is terrified of this idea at first, despite coming leaps and bounds in her recovery, but with the encouragement of her adoptive family and Ethan, she agrees to it. Unfortunately, she still suffers from nightmares and her crying is still the only sound she makes.





h e x c o d e x // x #4A766E x // x f a c e c l a i m x // x Willow Shields x // x c r e a t o r x // x Zodia195 x // x c s x // x mjolnir

So begins...

Iliana Remington-Taylor's Story

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Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Nicholas Bower Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Rae Meadows Character Portrait: Penelope Givens Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas
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xxxxxPoseidon spent a majority of the trials in a stoic and speculative silence. He watched and waited. Not only did he observe the varying nightmares, fears and flashbacks laid out before him, but he also studied the crowd, their reactions and interactions. He wasn't as kind of a God as his brother pretended to be, but he wasn't an evil man. There was a lesson that needed to be learned and he took it upon himself to teach it. There was no room for softness with the demigods. They were placated far too long and that was at an end.

xxxxxMost of the demigods heeded his warning. A majority of the trials passed with little to no more outbursts and relative silence beyond the whispers amongst companions. While they behaved so did he. There was no need to instill more anger or fear into unless necessary, at least for the time being. And he didn't say a word for a long while until the trials hit a couple hitches towards the end. First, Andromeda Bolton didn't seem to come out of the illusion like the others. Under other circumstances he would have been content to let her dig at the dirt until she snapped out of it, but he had things to do and a realm he had been away from for too long. So instead, he had Hecate address her daughter so they could proceed.

xxxxxThen it was time for the final trial. Liam. Not necessarily the singular cause for Poseidon's arrival at the camp but a strong motivator. He kept his word and made the boy wait and watch as everyone else suffered through their illusions. And to no surprise, his trial only seemed to amplify the man's anger and rage. It painted him in a worse light, if possible. Then it ended, but the Gods could not regain their control fast enough.

xxxxx"I'm going to kill someone." Poseidon felt his rage and was on the move before the son of Ares charged. Him and the other Gods had the demigod restrained before he could do any harm.

xxxxx"Unfortunately, due to the danger that Liam presents, he will not be immediately returning to camp. We have a special place for animals like him." He motioned his hand towards Ares and Apollo who moved to either side of Liam, taking hold of his arms. "Liam O'Connor will be taken to Tartarus for a much needed attitude adjustment. He will return to camp once I believe he is no longer a danger to the rest of you."

xxxxxWith a nod of his head, the Gods that had joined Poseidon disappeared, taking Liam along with them. Poseidon remained behind to address the rest of them one final time. "I hope this was a lesson to you all. While fights are inevitable, murder is not. The death of Jennova Ambers and the near deaths of Sylas Astor and Andromeda Bolton will not stand. Tomorrow I will be sending my son to join you. With his arrival you shall recommence training. He will be my eyes and ears at camp. So know that just because I may not see it, doesn't mean I will not hear about it."

xxxxxPoseidon took one final look at all of the campers, even meeting their gaze if they managed to look up towards him. "Don't make me come back here again. I promise, I will not be so forgiving." He ran his hand back through his hair before slamming his trident down on the ground. "You're dismissed." With that, he disappeared leaving the demigods in the arena with one another in silence, absent the Gods.

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Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor Character Portrait: Ethan Knox
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Wes didn't watch the other trials that followed his. He didn't care. He sat with his elbows on his knees, staring at his bionic arm. His trial kept replaying in his head over and over. How worthless he was. How he did nothing but get in the way. And looking down at that mechanical appendage only seemed to reaffirm that. He wanted to rip it off, to remove that stigma from him. He wasn't a warrior like everyone else and while Trinity kept begging for him to learn and use his abilities, he always disappointed.

He was stuck on his own personal rollercoaster of self pity when he heard a voice that just twisted in his gut. "Hi... ummmm sorry I missed the memo on the camp meeting, but can someone please tell me what the hell is going on here?... Mother?"

"Nice of you to show up," he groaned under his breath. Wes was neutral on his feelings toward Theo. He knew the kid was one of Trinity's friends, that didn't bother him. What bothered him was the way he pined after her. Jealousy. He knew it was there and saw it before his eyes multiplied in the trial. But that didn't make it easier. Regardless of how he felt about the son of Artemis, Wes wasn't his biggest fan at the moment after seeing him kiss Trin in the illusion.

He knew it was dumb to hold such resentment and anger towards a guy who had no part in that vision, but Wes couldn't help it. It made him sad and angry seeing someone else kiss her. And then adding his tardiness and disregard for the severity at hand just about boiled his blood. He almost chuckled seeing Theo with his hand near his bow. What did he plan to do with that? Insult the Gods? Wes imagined they were already insulted at his indifference and lack of punctuality. He hoped that Theo would get a scolding from his mother or Poseidon, but no such luck.

"Fighting? I've only been gone a day and a half..." It's funny what you can miss when you're not around. Wes shook his head as his lips pulled into a tight, annoyed smile. His gaze fell to his hands that were clenched so tight his knuckles were white. Perhaps it was the trials and stress of the whole situation, or maybe Liam's rage was getting to him, but it seemed everything Theo did struck a nerve. "I assume since I'm here, you have a trial prepared for me as well. Let's get on with it, I guess." Damn straight. If he had to go through that bullshit, then so did the tardy wolf. Even Wes wouldn't have been able to bite his tongue if Theo got away without having to enter that illusion.

Wes's gaze was fixed on Theo from the corner of his eye as he took a seat behind Trinity. His jaw clenched as he watched him lean forward to speak with her. Wes was too far away to make out what they were talking about and, perhaps, part of him didn't want to know. He had to fight every urge not to just stand up and walk out of the arena. It felt insulting. Had Theo not just seen his damn trial? Yet he still had the audacity to sit right behind her. Wes wasn't an angry man, but at the moment, his patience was running dangerously thin.

Luckily, the trials proceeded, offering a small distraction from his racing mind. Mason's own torment didn't move Wes in one way or the other. He knew the son of Hades didn't like him much for the simple fact that he was friends with Alex, but no relationships at camp came conflict free. He had no problem with Mason and sympathized for him, but that was all he had to offer. Regardless, it was sad to see his life taken so violently but Alex. Was that what happened with Jennova? With that thought, he couldn't help but wonder why the hell Alex and Ajax weren't also here to partake. They were just as much a problem with all this drama as everyone else was. No matter who their parent was, it wasn't fair to the rest of them to suffer while they got away scot-free.

"Trinity Wallace." Wes instantly looked up and found the back of her head. Even being conflicted about many things after his trial, he couldn't keep himself from wishing to keep her from that archway. It hurt him in more ways than he could count seeing what he did in that illusion, but if going in it again could keep Trinity from having to experience that... he would. Gods the romantic in him was going to get him killed one day.

At first it was an arena, full of blood sport. People were shouting Ares's name while Trinity stood in the center covered in blood. Nothing seemed inherently terrible for the time being. She was in her element, doing what she did best. Her father promised her another pairing to fight for her. And while Wes didn't know what he was going to see stepping out into the arena, he wasn't expecting himself and Theo. It was like a damn merry-go-round, and every time the son of Artemis was there.

The pair began to fight, holding nothing back. The illusion version of Wes fought far better than he's ever been capable of. He was far more enraged than he thought he was capable of as well. Trinity had no choice but to get involved to try and stop the fighting, but all it did was turn their anger on her. It wasn't long before she incapacitated Theo, which left his own evil doppelgänger. And if he thought her taking down Theo was fast, taking down himself was even quicker. In the blink of an eye, Trin had a blade through his chest.

The vision of seeing himself dead didn't rattle Wes, it was Trinity's reaction. He had seen her angry and passionate, but never so desperate and sad. Had he ever even seen her cry? He hated it. He hated seeing her like that regardless of the pain he still felt after his own trial. He watched in desperation hoping that his twin would push through. "I love you. I love you so much."

Wes leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as his hands cupped over his mouth. His chest tightened and he felt like he couldn't breath. She said it. It wasn't to him, per se, and during a high anxiety situation for her, but she said it. As if Wes's emotions weren't conflicted enough, he found himself so unbelievably happy hearing Trinity finally say it. But he also felt guilty for finding happiness in a traumatizing experience for her. And no matter how happy those three words made him, his own trial still weighed heavily at the back of his mind. All the self-doubt and weakness. What the hell was he supposed to do with all these emotions fighting for dominance inside of him?

His gaze followed her as she returned to her seat, but she Trinity never once looked toward him. Part of him wanted to move up to sit beside her, part of him didn't. And before either side could win the argument another demigod was called forward, leaving Wes where he sat. Iliana's trial seemed far longer than all the others. And while everyone else seemed to face terrifying futures, hers appeared to be flash backs. They were dark and grim, with far too much trauma for one person's life. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes he might not have believe it.

Then it was Theo... again. Although this time he had to suffer his own trial. Wes didn't wish this on anyone, but a small petty part of him was happy he wasn't given special treatment. It was strange how similar Theo's trial started out in comparison to his own. Another strangely familiar battle at camp with the demigods all preparing for war. But this time everyone looked to Theo for guidance and he had nothing. No plan, no strategy, just a half baked pep talk before everyone began to run into their inevitable deaths.

Yet again, Wes appeared in a trial. He watched as Trinity ran to his aid when he was enveloped in monsters. She fought hard to help him, but it seemed with everyone monster she killed two more took their place. "Wes, Wes, wake up! Come on! Don't do this! You have got to wake up. I need you Wes, come on! Wake up!" Another shot to the heart. Jesus, Wes couldn't handle much more of this. He looked away, unable to watch Trinity die before his eyes, even if it was an illusion. This had to nearly be the end, didn't it? Gods know he was at his wit's end.

Thankfully, at that point, there only seemed to be two left. Andy's trial forced her to choose between the two men she was often stuck between at camp. Then, as if to make matters worse, once she made her choice, Hades made one last cruel joke and killed the one she wanted to save. Even though they weren't close, her heart break was palpable and was hard to watch. Liam's, similar to Iliana's, seemed to highlight memories rather than potential futures. None of it painted the son of Ares in a good light. It only seemed to make him appear more daunting and reckless. And, as if his trials weren't enough, he lunged at the closest demigod, quickly getting his own one way ticket to Tartarus for the foreseeable future.

Wes sighed out of relief when no more names were called. Thank the Gods. Then they were finally dismissed. And while many of them would inevitably leave, not wanting to be stuck in that arena, or around one another any longer, Wes found himself glued to his seat. If it was just after his own trial, he would have left without a second thought and locked himself in his cabin until who knows when. But instead, he found himself seated in the stands, unmoving... Frozen. He didn't know what to do. Did he go back to his cabin? Did he grab Trinity and kiss her? Did he confront Theo? No. He just sat there, silent and unchanging like a statue, staring where the archway once stood.




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Sylas trial was far from surprising, although Sloane doubted any of the campers understood its meaning quite like she did. She had known that truth for far too long. So, watching it unfold before her eyes was nothing new. He would do anything to gain their mother's favor, but no matter what he did and how hard he tried he would never be her. In Eris's eyes Sloane was the prodigy. She had the natural gift and her powers were superior to her brother's. But he had the drive. It was funny how life had to twist things around like that.

Sloane didn't want to be the prodigy or to follow in her mother's footsteps. She's good at what she does, but she doesn't like the chaos it causes. She is not a creature of chaos like her mother and brother. If she could forfeit her powers over to her brother in exchange for him leaving her alone she would, in a heartbeat. She doesn't want them or anything to do with them, yet here she was, burdened. And that only seemed to make Sylas more angry toward her, that she has such gifts and no desire to use them.

Perhaps there was a small sliver of satisfaction seeing a likeness of herself end his life. But there also was another part of Sloane that didn't want to see him die. It was a strange balance. He was a piece of shit to her. That was true without a doubt. But, he is also her brother, whom she cared about and loved, even if that was a complicated sort of love. She loved him out of obligation because he was her brother, but she didn't like him. She would like him more if they existed far from one another and he didn't take out his many frustrations on her. Unfortunately, that was not the life she was given.

Surprisingly, someone moved to take a seat beside her. Beyond Liam and the few people he blathered to about her situation, no one particularly knew her or went out of their way to talk to her. Not that Sloane minded. So when she looked over and found none other than Evelyn seated beside her, she was a bit confused. She could recall seeing her brother flirt with her a time or two before, but that was it. Was she startled seeing some of the truth about him coming to light? Sloane didn't know. And she didn't ask. She was far too lost in her own head to try and dissect someone else's. So, she simply sat there in silence. She didn't ask any questions to break the silence and for the remainder of the trial she hardly passed the red head a glance.

For the following trials, Sloane paid little to no attention. She didn't know many of the campers beyond their name so the truths from their trials would be lost on her. She wasn't like her brother and had nothing to gain from learning the deep dark fears that plagued someone's mind. Honestly, she just felt bad for everyone. She'd hear their screams and sobs, and with every passing test it seemed to suck more of the life from the arena. A person would go into the archway and a zombie would come out. Rinse and repeat. It was degrading and depressing. And Sloane, much like everyone else, was just counting down the time until it ended. Gods did it need to end.

The last and final trial was Liams, just as Poseidon promised. Sloane was not sure how she felt about it. Part of her was still mad at him for pushing her and scared because of the blind rage she saw him unleash upon her brother. And yet another piece of her still cared and worried about what the illusion would do to him. He was already treading on thin ice with Poseidon. One more toe out of line and he'd be taken to Tartarus for who knows how long. He just needed to behave for a little bit longer. That was it. She wished she could will it so, but fate didn't seem to be on her side for many moons.

The scenes that played out were memories, or flashes of a past. It wasn't showing Liam what he was capable of or what he could cause, but devastation that he had already created with his two hands. His mother looked terrified. Her cat was dead on the floor. A lump grew in Sloane's throat and tears filled her eyes as she watched scene after scene play before her like some cautionary tale. What had she gotten herself into? She traded one monster for another. Was this to be her life forever? Traded from angry man to angry man? Her hand started to tremble but she quickly pinned it between her knees trying to hide it. But she couldn't hide the tear that rolled down her cheek. Sloane just sat in a stunned silence, watching. Watching the history of the beast unfold before her eyes.

When Liam came out of the illusion Sloane went pale when she heard him speak. "I'm going to kill someone. Before the Gods could restrain him, Liam was on the move, sprinting at the first person in sight.

Sloane didn't know what had come over her. Maybe it was subconscious, like a gut reaction. She jumped to her feet and shouted out, "Liam!" For someone so small, her voice came out loud and demanding. She sounded disappointed, shocked, but also assertive. Subtly, like carried on the winds of her words, passive persuasion crashed into Liam trying to get him to stop mere moments before Poseidon grabbed hold of him. Sloane didn't intend to use her powers and who knows if it would have been enough to stop him. She stood there, quiet, while her chest heaved from labored breaths. She remained still and waited for him to meet her gaze. She only held it for a moment with tears in her eyes, before she rushed out of the arena.

Poseidon didn't try to stop her and even if he had, Sloane wouldn't have heard it over the pounding of her heart that flooded her ears. She had had enough. Enough of being a spectacle for the Gods. Enough of the trials. Enough of Sylas's malevolence. And enough of getting herself involved with terrible men. She was tired of being the victim or a pawn. Like the flip of a switch Sloane took the reins of her life. She didn't steer it towards Sylas or towards Liam, but down a third path. Her own path.

Her feet quickly carried her across camp to the front door of Liam's cabin. And for a brief moment, she hesitated. Visions from her trial flashed with every blink of her eyes. Sloane took a few deep breaths trying to muster the courage to open the door and step through the threshold. But she remained frozen until she heard a feint bark from the other side. Rocco was just enough of a reminder that the trials weren't real. They weren't.

Sloane opened the door and was greeted by an overly excited puppy that jumped around several times before running down the steps to relieve himself. She left the door open for him to run back inside while she beelined for the corner of the cabin that contained her messy pile of belongings. Sloane knelt down on the ground and quickly began to shove all her clothes back into her bags. She had no idea what she would do, or where she would go. Nothing. She wouldn't return to the cabin she shared with her brother and she wouldn't stay there. She'd search the grounds for an empty cabin, or sleep in the mess hall for all she cared. But not there. Not in Liam's cabin.




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Sylas could feel the judgement and lingering gazes from the other campers. All of their trials were base at most, fears of losing loved ones, death or just phobias. While his own flipped the script for what was expected. He liked being an enigma to those around him and never showing his hand. And while his trial didn't reveal all, if anything, it was confusing to many of them aside from his sister, it painted him as a murdered. Regardless of how terrible of a person others might see him as, he has never been a murderer.

Not that Sylas overly cared about everyone else's opinions. It is what it is. But what did seem to sting, although he didn't show it, was Evelyn. The girl looked as if she'd seen a ghost. And as if on cue, she got up from her seat and proceeded to move beside Sloane. He might have looked like a statue, but he was fighting every urge not to bounce his leg anxiously or swallow the lump in his throat. It was fine. She was just a girl after all, right? Plenty more where those came from. Yet he couldn't shake the feeling. He didn't care about Liam's opinion of him, or Trinity's... But Evelyn was one of the few people at camp who took a genuine interest in him. He wasn't expecting the sting from her disapproval, but there it was.

He tried not to get too terribly lost in his thoughts and focus on the trials. Liv's gained enough of his interest. Given everything that had transpired over the past day, he nearly forgot about their hot, but fleeting, moment in the closet together the other night. Sylas couldn't help but notice some similarities, in particular, the disapproving tone of a parent never satisfied and the need to try and gain their approval. It was an exhausting wheel that never seemed to be broken. Yet, he saw it everywhere. It intrigued him, although he didn't show it. And no matter how hard he tried, his mind was still plagued with lesser thoughts.

None of the remaining trials seemed to hold his attention after Liv's. Sylas picked up bits and pieces of useful information, but for the most part was in and out. Ethan didn't want to lose his father. Typical. And he was scared being buried alive. Boring. Mason's showed a bit more but nothing Sylas couldn't piece together. Trinity's actually seemed almost good, for a moment. Then there was the typical death of a loved one, just a bit worse because it was at her own hands. Again, nothing world altering.

Iliana's played out like a lifetime movie of oversaturated trauma that was too much. If Sylas had sympathy, he lost it somewhere during the second act. Everyone has personal traumas, get over it or let it control your life. It made no difference to him. She was mousy and weak, and looked easier to manipulate that a piece of origami paper. A snap of his finger and he could break her. She was hardly worth his time or effort unless he was trying to get to her overly clingy and possessive brothers.

Theo showed up late. Sylas had to fight the urge to roll his eyes. One, he was stupid for somehow missing Poseidon's call in the first place. Even Sylas wasn't stupid enough to intentionally piss off the Gods. But second, if he managed to miss something important like this, where they are all get spanked by their proverbial parents for misbehaving, why in the fucking world would you announce your presence and subject yourself to the punishment. It's just masochistic. Regardless, his trial showed nothing of note beyond he has zero leader capabilities and had the hots for Trinity.

Andy's trial peaked his interest moderately, mostly for the presence of Hades who hadn't made an appearance in any of the other trials. None of it seemed particularly fascinating until, to his surprise, the daughter of Hecate chose to save Mason, rather than her white knight, perfect son of Zeus boyfriend. So, she also holds a torch for Mason. Again, not that surprising, but quite embarrassing to have that revelation broadcasted for all of camp to see. Sylas actually might have smiled a fraction, if only because it was payment for what happened during capture the flag.

Lastly was Liam, who unsurprisingly was a piece of shit before he came to camp. Once a raging violent lunatic, always a raging violent lunatic. Sylas found an extra level of enjoyment out of seeing him go off the handles. Now everyone at camp would see him for the psycho he was. And while that didn't absolve Sylas entirely, people saw his trial wether he liked it or not, Liam's didn't paint himself in a better light. Then, like a cherry on top of a sundae, the person it got to most was Sloane, disturbed from what she saw. She, no doubt, was hurrying back to his cabin to pack her things and leave. Predictable.

Once everyone was dismissed, Sylas slowly moved to his feet and exited the arena. He wasn't in a rush like some of the others and let those in a hurry pass by him without any fuss. If they happened to brush his shoulder he made sure to sprinkle them with the tiniest bit more of self doubt, insecurities and amplified negative emotions. After all, they just had their secrets bared to the world, they're going to be emotional.

He slid his hands into his pant pockets, walking slowly. While Sylas's trial still bothered him, he tried his best to think of anything but. Instead he replayed all the key factors from everyone else's illusions, committing them to memory. He made tabs on how he could get under each person's skin if he needed to... or wanted to, and also recalled the ones he was curious to know more about, like Evelyn and Liv. But one of the aforementioned women wanted nothing to do with him at the moment, so it could wait. Instead he slowly made his way to his cabin allowing himself time to think.




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There was only one trial left, thank the Gods, but Andy paid no mind to it. You could have asked her two seconds after Liam's trial what happened and she wouldn't have been able to tell you a single thing. She knew something was going on, she could hear it, but didn't register it. She simply sat there and waited. It wasn't until Sloane shouted that Andy actually snapped out of it and looked up just in time to see Poseidon restrain Liam, mention that he would be taken to Tartarus for an unknown amount of time. Sloane, on the other hand, didn't stick around for the closing speech and showed herself out before they were dismissed. Andy thought about following but decided it'd be in her best interest to not piss off the Gods anymore.

Once Poseidon finally said, "You're dismissed," Andy was on her feet. She was one of the first people out of the arena, being sure not to make eye contact with anyone. She was embarrassed and mortified. For over a year she had said time and time again that she wouldn't be forced to choose between Ajax and Mason. It was the one thing she dreaded more than anything. She knew it was inevitable, but not like this. Not displayed like some soap opera for all of camp to see. It churned in her stomach. She didn't know if she was thankful or even more upset that Ajax wasn't there when it happened.

Her feet carried her while her mind raced. Andy trusted her autopilot to lead her back to her cabin while she remained trapped in her mind replaying the trial over and over and over. She knew it was an illusion. She saw Mason in the stands. Yet, her body kept threatening to go into shock and grief as if he actually died. She had to keep telling herself it wasn't real. She would have thought it would've been Hades or the Underworld that traumatized her the most, but it wasn't. Andy still hadn't gotten past her trauma from her last time there. But that practically faded away into nothing in comparison. Now that it was in her mind, she was terrified her trial would become a reality.

Before she knew it, her feet had carried her to the porch. Andy sighed as he lowered herself onto the step and buried her face in her hands. She sat there for several minutes letting it all out. She let herself cry as long as was needed before catching her breath. After composing herself and wiping away the tears she realized her feet didn't carry her where she thought. Andy could have sworn she walked back to her own cabin, but instead she was sitting on the steps leading to Mason's porch.

"Shit," she said under her breath. Part of her wanted to get up and leave before Mason had the chance to stumble upon her. But a bigger part of Andy needed to see him... Just make sure he was alive. She knew he was alive. He was alive. But no matter how many times she told herself it wasn't enough. She'd wait, just long enough to seem him and then leave. That's it. He didn't have to say anything and neither did she. Just... see him and everything would be fine.

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Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Ethan Knox
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Could it get worse? Trinity didn’t think so, but of course it did. Others tragedies played out, including Theo's and Andy's, her brother's, but didn’t entirely distract her from her own. Only added to the utter defeat. She just wanted to sink lower and lower. Folks were coming out of their trials in another shape.

At last, they seemed to reach the end of demigods to torture. But it didn’t feel over and she didn’t feel relieved because… "I'm going to kill someone." Words from her own half brother. Then Liam lunged. All at once the arena seemed to burst into action. Trinity jumped to her feet, clearing rows and columns in a heartbeat , somebody shouted out and the Gods intercepted moments before Liam could break Heath.

But it got worse than that when Poseidon announced Liam would be going to Tarturus. Trinity’s eyes widened, shaken even further. “N-..no. Hey! That’s a bit extreme!” Her words fell on deaf, or rather godly ears. They went about their business like she was only child with a minor inconvenience. Liam was barking mad and consumed with fury but Tarturus was taking her half brother away to a worse place. It's not like the place would rehab him and he'd come out a refined gentleman.

She already felt stripped and taking him away only added to it. Some demigods took their queue to clear out, others seemed to take the time to process things and she was one of them. She remained frozen, using the seats in front as a brace. Both of Ares children exposed themselves as blood hounds. She felt herself literally pierce Theo and Wes and how angry she was. Every being of her wanted to kill them.

But she could think about this anywhere. Struck by a sudden consciousness, Trinity found herself eyeing the arena and Wes hadn't moved and was accompanied by Theo. She huffed and marched off before being stuck into any eye contact.

She knew there were things to talk about. But it was all an overwhelming amount like there was so much to say, she didn't really want to bother to talk at all. Yet before she could storm into her cabin, she stopped, fists clenched. Nothing was wrong with being her typical self and shutting out everyone after some major exposure and wrecking her cabin but at the same time...she wanted the confrontation. If she saw herself murdered by someone close, she'd wanna square up.

Trinity growled to herself and punched her door. Fine, fine. She spun on her heel and bee-lined Wesley's cabin. And if he wasn't there in a timely manner then obviously they weren't meant to talk about anything they saw. Not that she was or is a believer of fate. She parked her ass against his cabin and ran her hands through her hair in agitation. Where did she begin? "Hey? " "You stupid fool, why don't you fight?" "Sorry I murdered you?" She threw her head back against the wall.



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The best thing that could have happened to them was for it to end. Poseidon, being a god of his word, called Liam last, and it should have been a good hallmark. But if his sister was any indication, looking like she was in heaven in an archaic arena, his would be worse.

Evelyn prided herself on her composure, but truthfully, she had stomached and tolerated plenty of bloody scenes and other's traumas already. The occasional wince crossed her features but overall she was distant and foolishly distracted. She had people's true characters and exposures on a platter and she was too consumed in Sylas's to unpack the others'.

There was some major commotion after Liam's trial. By the looks of it, based on the firm restraints and his visible veins about to burst and wild eyes, he snapped causing even Sloane to leap up and shout his name. Meanwhile, Trinity was paused mid-motion staring intently at the scene. To help or hinder, she had to wonder. But even that animal as they labelled, that beast and unhinged of a demigod, had people that cared for him. Even after they saw all the violence and impulse he possessed.

Once they vanished, the area seemed somewhat lighter. Her harsh and less forgiving judgment on herself and others seemed to filter out. She found it slightly less oppressive anyway because she was sure her peers and self still felt unease about their fears and anxieties and greatest challenges being on display. It was plenty to digest for everyone. Personally, Evelyn had a whole knot in her stomach to untangle.

From there, she seemed to navigate herself on auto-pilot once they were officially dismissed. It was like she barely even heard it and just started to rise. Her eyes caught Nemesis's and what stared back was a most stern and disappointed look. Evelyn didn't question why her mother was disapproving but rather, to which part broke that stoic posture. If her mother was a mind reader, things would be worse than some daggers because she still couldn't hate, nor was utterly repelled by Sylas.

Most demigods stuck to themselves. Given the circumstances, it made absolute sense and she was no exception. For one, before she played the social game again, she needed to compose herself and get her head straight. As things had it, she found herself near enough one particular demigod. One that deserved to be spoken to sooner than later given the recent happenings. “Heath.” She quickened to his side. “I’m sorry for what you’ve been through. Truly. You and your family.” Evelyn referred to the tight-knit trio. Evelyn knew they had nothing but love and empathy for each other. And Iliana...poor Iliana. Ethan would be busy using his serenity powers if he was in his own state of mind for it.

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Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Penelope Givens Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Ethan Knox
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Nelly had to take a deep breath after Iliana's trial. Now that was rough to watch. It was no wonder why the young woman was the way she was. Right now she looked like a broken doll, rocking herself back and forth. At times like this, Nelly didn't know what to say. She did see Ethan move slowly towards her though.

Ethan didn't know if his serenity powers would work on Iliana at the moment, who didn't even want to be touched, but he wanted to try something. Heath was clearly distraught, having been rejected by her. His mother had been starting to teach him to use his serenity inducement without touch, but that was harder to do accomplish. Ethan was still a bit shaken by his own trial, but he knew by trying to help Iliana, he'd be able to have something to focus on other then anything else. So slowly he sends out his energy towards Iliana. The blonde feels his energy, but is still too consumed with images of the past to fully accept it. She blots out everything else entirely. She was broken, inside and out.

The next trial was Theo's, the late arrival. For Heath, even though it was a trial, it was frustrating to watch someone not come up with a battle plan. Attacking at will was never a good idea. Even though Heath had yet to learn how to plan out battles himself, even he knew you had to have one. He did feel sorry that this was one of Theo's fears though. Also, Heath had never been in that position himself so he couldn't say how he would react. Every minute or two he kept looking at Iliana, grateful to Ethan for trying to help her.

Nelly couldn't help but wonder how she would fare in a battle in general. She knew coming to this camp would would learn to train, but as far as her abilities went, she didn't know where she'd fit in. At the moment she was totally focusing on anything BUT her own trial because it kept filtering in the back of her mind, plaguing her. It was very annoying to say the least. At least she didn't come out worse like some. She would just put those images under 'nightmares' that she had in the past, because she did have them. She also felt compared to most, hers was nothing, even though she had nearly died in the past like her trial revealed. She honestly wasn't too worried about others seeing her fears. Nelly, unlike her father, was a terrible liar anyway, at least when it came to keeping secrets.

After Theo's trial, it was finally Andy's. Heath knew after her it be Liam's and this all would finally be over. Andy's trial didn't surprise Heath too much, at least those who were present in it, given Alex's trial and what Iliana saw the other day. Come to think of it, Heath wondered why neither of the Valises nor Duke were at least present for these trials. He couldn't help but question why Poseidon didn't demand they take it if he was all about being fair. His mother never talk about her relationships with other gods since she wasn't that kind of person, but if Greek myths were to be believed, Athena and Poseidon had a bit of a rivalry between each other. Deciding not to dwell on it, he focused more on the trial, which was brutal. Heath despised those who deceived others. His eyes inadvertently glanced at Sylas. There was someone capable of it. Still, it be wrong to just think Sylas was the only one.

Last but not least it was Liam's turn. Much like Iliana's trial his was nothing but memories, but Heath wondered the context of them. It was all action, no build up. Still the man upon finishing his trial, was like a bull ready for action. Heath tensed up when he said he was going to kill someone. However, what happened next scared him as much as his own trial. The madman made a dash for him. It was like his life flashed before his eyes. Iliana felt Liam's blinding rage heading their way and turned to see the Ares child come upon her brother. She would have jumped, but Poseidon was obviously faster then her and got to Liam before she could get fully out of her seat. She had felt her own rage rise up too and honestly would have probably kill the guy himself if Poseidon hadn't subdue him. The thought terrified her. She really was a monster. She barely heard the words as the gods finally dismissed them and left with Liam. It was then she realized that Ethan had his arms around her as she was crying and screaming again. She hadn't even realized it.

Ethan was trying his darn best to calm down Iliana, but she was going ballistic. Taking everything within him, he pushed all of his serenity inducement into her, which ended up causing Iliana to collapse, having exhausted herself. The weather had gotten bad again when Iliana lost it, but calmed down when she calmed down. But now Ethan was completely worn out and wanted to lay down himself. He felt sick to the stomach too, having seen his best friend almost get killed. It took Heath several minutes to calm down himself.

Nelly was terrified of what Liam nearly did. However she remember that Poseidon said something about his son coming soon. She looked at Liv at that. But the girl was hard to read. Still it seemed like at least between all of Poseidon's offspring there was some kind of need to prove themselves, if Liv's trial was to be believed. She watched as some campers leave. No what she was suppose to do? Looking at Heath's group, she saw Evelyn approaching them. Better let them be for now. Getting up herself, she wandered from the arena area, deciding to finally get some lunch, she was hungry. First thing first though, she got her cell phone out and called her mother.

"Mom. . . . Yeah I know it's early there, but I had to call. . . . . The gods showed up when two campers fought each other and as punishment, had us all do a trial each where are deepest fears or buried memories were revealed. You can guess what mine was about. . . . . Yeah my near death experience and my fear of needles, but there's more. Mom I know you're careful in your line of work, but if anything were to happen to you . . . . . . sniff . . . . Uh-huh . . . I just wanted to call and tell you I love you and to make sure you were okay. . . . Okay mom, I'll let you get back to sleep, thank you. . . . Hehe, I'll try to stay out of trouble. Bye mom."

Feeling a bit better, she headed for the main hall.




Heath looked up when he saw Evelyn approach them.

“Heath. I’m sorry for what you’ve been through. Truly. You and your family.”

Though still rattled from what happened, Heath nodded.

"Thank you. It's been rough for us. I don't know what will happen now that Iliana remembers everything. Those memories she just saw, most of them were repressed, at least that's what my mother told me. Even I didn't know what exactly happened. A lot worse then I thought. Do you mind telling me what Poseidon said before they left? I was too shaken up to fully pay attention."

Managing to sit up, Ethan also chimed in.

"How you holding up Evelyn? Are you going to be okay?"

He might not have understood Evelyn's trial, but it must have been hard on her, so he wanted to make sure she was okay.

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It was early when Iliana woke up. First thing she registered was how hungry she was. It was then she remembered the events of yesterday. Shuddering, she felt those horrible images come through again. She still couldn't believe she killed someone and almost killed others. Her mind kept trying to tell herself that they were accidents, but she remember the feelings that came, she wanted to hurt those who either hurt her or others. Ashamed, she was lost in thought when her stomach growled loudly. Working on automatic, she got up and saw the clock, seeing how early it was. She didn't know what to do. Well, food was first on the agenda. She figured Heath and Ethan were either out and about or still asleep. Not wanting to see either of them at the moment, she was fine with either scenario. She took a shower and got changed before going into the living room and didn't see either of the guys. They would have left a note if they went somewhere. Iliana saw the locator stone on a counter too. So they were probably asleep. Grabbing the locator stone, she still left them a note, more out of habit at the moment. It said the following-

I want to be alone, so I am taking the locator stone with me. Sorry for being a burden.

Lia.


With that she left the cabin and headed for the main hall. No one was there at the moment, thank goodness. But then she turned and saw Sylas in a corner. Looks like she wasn't the only one who wanted to be alone. Wanting to eat in silence herself, she got some breakfast and ate far from Sylas herself.

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Nelly had awaken early herself and decided to get some early morning photography done before getting breakfast. The morning light was often the best and taking pictures was a good distraction for Nelly was still thinking about yesterday. She knew she would move on for it, but with tensions high in camp still, that might be easier said then done. When she heard her stomach growl, she headed for the main hall. First person she saw was Iliana, who was in view of the entrance, despite being in a corner. Smiling, she waved at the blonde, but Iliana wasn't paying attention. From the looks of it, the girl still look broken. Nelly honestly didn't know how to help her. Still, she decided to check on her regardless for she didn't have the heart to ignore her.

"Hey, where are Heath and Ethan? Did you get a good night sleep?"

Iliana looked at the redhead and shrugged. It was then Nelly noticed she didn't bring her notepad or notebook. Did she not want to talk then? Or did she simply forget. Either way, Nelly wasn't finished.

"Hey about yesterday, I know you've been through hell, but just remember there are still people who care about you. I would rely on my mom for strength. You have Heath and Ethan and your own mother. So I guess what I am trying to say is you're not alone okay?"

Iliana nodded, but the words didn't reach her. She was too broken on the inside to truly listen. She didn't know if she could ever forgive herself for her actions, even if others did. It be better if she just left everyone be. Finishing, she got up, took her silverware to the back, and left, without even waving to Nelly.

This hurt Nelly, but she wouldn't let it get to her. Getting her own breakfast, she was about to sit down when she saw Sylas. He looked miserable. Many questions stirred in her head. Deciding to see if Sylas would answer any of them, Nelly approached him and sat down with her food.

"Morning, have you recovered from your injuries yet? Question for you, would you really kill all us just to please your mother? I would hope not. You probably enjoy causing some chaos, since you are a son of Eris, but I am sure even you have your limit. I would appreciate it if you were honest with me this time. You're a bit of an enigma you know." Nelly said.

When Iliana left the main hall, she decided to head for the forest area. Woods always made her at ease. She doubt anyone would find her there. Decision made, she headed in that direction.

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Ethan was quick to notice Wes' demeanor as he introduced himself. It helped that he used to being around people and met different types. Looks like he goofed up in assuming Wes wouldn't mind him talking with him. Ethan might have been a bit too eager in his own introduction.

Wes soon spoke to him again, saying "Sure" in response to when Ethan asked if he could join him.

The man then walked away in silence and Ethan followed him, aware that he wouldn't stay long. He wanted for Wes to get his food and sit down before joining him.

"Hey, sorry. I guess my greeting was pretty sudden. I am also trying to keep the mood light because I don't want to think about yesterday. So I'll let you eat in peace."

He would have left, but then suddenly thought of something.

"Can I ask one last thing though, I know you've met my friend's sister, Iliana. She currently wants to be on her own, but her brother Heath is looking for her because he's worried about her. If you could keep an eye out for her, that be nice. Oh, you don't have to watch over her though, I wouldn't ask that of anyone. Anyway, you have a nice day Wes."

With a smile on his face, Ethan left the main hall again.

"Okay, now what do I do? Maybe I'll just walk around a bit, hopefully I'll bump into someone," he said talking to himself.

Decision made, Ethan just started wondering around, all the while keeping an eye out for Iliana, but he doubt she would anywhere near people.

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Heath was relieved when the brunette started talking. He knew it was a long shot that she probably saw Iliana, but it was worth asking. Soon the young woman introduced herself as Veronica. Heath raised an eyebrow when she mentioned she didn't have any friends. She was being honest too. He couldn't help but feel bad for her. Still he figured he better introduce himself also.

"Nice to meet you Veronica. My name is Heath Taylor, I am a son of Athena."

Veronica then asked him if everything was okay with his sister.

"Everything isn't okay. I guess you're a new arrival huh? Yesterday the gods showed up and put us all through a trial because something happened. We basically had to see our worst fears or hidden past. Iliana had to relive the death of her father and another experience that left her traumatized and mute."

For some reason, Heath found himself rambling on and couldn't seem to stop.

"Iliana is actually my adopted sister. She actually didn't remember those memories until yesterday and it devastated her. She left this morning before I woke up. While she did leave a note, I still worry what she'll do. Oh, sorry to dump this on you. I am still on edge from yesterday myself due to my own trial. You're fortunate to have arrived when you did. I'll leave you to your playing. You're pretty good."

Heath blushed a bit because of how much he rambled to a complete stranger. It had to be Veronica. There was just something about her that had Heath talking so much.

"Anyway, again, I am sorry for rambling. If I am being honest, I do feel a bit drawn to you. Do you mind telling me who your divine parent is? Normally I am more control of my emotions."

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Iliana walked into a forest area. The sounds of nature did calm her, but her mind was still filled with her memories and thoughts. She had started chiding herself for being a coward. She was aware she was running from her problems, but what else could she do? She was a danger to everyone here. Anything could set her off. She found herself tearing up again as a gentle rain started to fall in her area. She honestly didn't know what she was going to do. She felt lost, that's the biggest thing she felt.

As she continued to walk, she looked up into the sky and wondered what her mother was doing. She wish she was here now, but no, her mother was a busy woman. Why couldn't she be more like Demeter? Her mother was an emotional woman but she complete control of her powers, at least as far as Iliana could see. She had tried so hard, and almost managed to be like her mother, but no, she was a complete failure. Her thoughts soon led her to think of Heath. She wouldn't be surprised if he tried looking for her. Heath might be good at hiding his emotions from most people, but being empathic Iliana could tell he was concerned. She'd rather he not waste him time worrying about her. From his own trial, Iliana remembered how he feared losing her. While Iliana wish she could disappear, she was too much of a coward to take her own life for she feared what the ramifications of that would be.

Finally stopping, Iliana looked up into the trees. Wanting to make sure no one could find her, Iliana started climbing one of the trees. The tree she climbed had thick foliage so she hope no one would be able to see her. She finally stopped as she neared the thinner branches, well, they would be too thin to hold her. Sitting in the tree, she looked out at the scenery and again felt some semblance of peace.

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While Dauntless, riding back to camp could have turned him pale. He held onto the pegasi's mane a little tighter than he should have. In his defence, his last ride, his partner deliberately plunged overboard and it was a little disorientating to lose his grip and have to readjust suddenly. Olympus didn't suddenly make him forget human emotions or memories.

He jumped off the horse once it reached the ground and before the horse came to a full halt, jogging alongside it to keep his footing. Duke was somewhat surprised to see the camp hadn't turned upside down, not that him or the Valises were notorious peacekeepers. It was just that last he checked, a lot of people were itching to destroy each other and themselves. Duke slowly made his way through camp as if it was foreign and new territory, eyeing the trees and all the nature that surrounded him. So much depended on self-control because if he was more destructive this whole camp could be up in flames. Or flooded. Or a warfield. The oddest sensation of all though was a camp without Alex and Ajax. Whether for better or worse would be determined yet.

People would think he stayed by their side through every step, but they were separated almost instantly. Duke knew little of their progress or purpose...and he couldn't confidently say he developed any growth either. Wisdom maybe about his father's journey and past but otherwise it was work and sweat and focus as usual.

While looking up, he stopped spotting color among the branches. He furrowed his brows and circled around it for a different angle. "Iliana? You okay?" Evidently not otherwise she probably wouldn't be up in a tree. However, camp was full of different and odd characters. It could have been her happy place. "Don't sprain anything. I don't know what's going on but the gods seem to be tightening the leash on camp. That's probably going to involve some more intense training." Not that Duke could complain. The demigods all had energy to spare when they turned on each other so much. But that's what he overheard. He just wasn't sure about the execution.

Since the mute girl didn't have anything to communicate with and he wasn't the best at expressions, he pursed his lips, feeling like his warning fell on deaf ears. Sometimes he had to wonder why he bothered. Duke nodded to her and continued a path back to his warehouse/cabin mix. Frankly it was the most important thing to be in one piece for him.

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In one of the those rare moments, Nelly was caught off guard. One minute she was talking to the new camper, at least to her knowledge, and next thing she knew Julia was saying bye to her. What just happened? She had been nice to the girl and tried to be helpful. As she continue to eat, she pondered over it and was having a hard time coming up with something. Best not to dwell on it for now because she was only going to give herself a headache. At least Julia wasn't rude to her like Liv and Sylas, but then again she couldn't blame those two considering yesterday. Speaking of which, Nelly noticed how Liv left Sylas. No chance she was going to try and interact with him again. Nelly knew she wasn't the smartest person here, but she knew when not to push too far. She looked and saw that Cherise was eating with Mason. Mason was someone who always looked like he didn't want to be bothered, plus Cherise looked serious with whatever she was talking about. Wes was here by himself. Wasn't Ethan with him? Heath was definitely gone. Finishing her meal, instead of talking with Wes, Nelly figured she ought to explore the camp more while taking pictures. She still hadn't seen the whole camp yet. Decision made, Nelly got up, took her dirty dishes to the back and left.

Returning to her cabin, she grabbed her camera and headed out again. After walking for a bit she found herself near some cabins when she saw two people with suitcases walking about. Curiosity peaked, Nelly came closer. The first thing she noticed was the amount of luggage one of them had and it seamed to belong to the male since he was carrying it. Wow, did the man bring everything but the kitchen sink with him? She couldn't hide the surprise on her face before finally coming close enough to speak to the pair. Shaking her head, she put on a smile.

"Good morning, do you need any help? My name is Penelope, but I prefer Nelly. I take it you two are demigods? I am Hermes' daughter."

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Iliana had inadvertently fallen asleep in the tree she was in. So when Duke called out to her, she woke up so quickly, that she nearly fell out of the tree. But thankfully she had been laying on a thick branch and grabbed a hold of it instinctively. Looking down, she saw Duke just as he was finishing up his words. Her eyes widen a bit in surprise to see him. If Duke was back, then were Alex and Ajax back too? She contemplated going down the tree to ask Duke, but remembered she still couldn't talk. Plus she still didn't think it best to be around Duke either, no right now. Her heart was still pounding from the scare though. So she merely looked at Duke as he left her. She looked around and saw no sign of the Valises. What was she to do now? She wanted to avoid people, but she wanted to know if the Valises were back too. Then again, if Duke was able to find her, then that mean others could too. Plus, it might be best to just keep walking around. She didn't want to be caught off guard again.

Carefully, Iliana climbed down the tree and looked in the direction Duke went. Thinking it over, she wondered if it was best to go back to her cabin to grab her tablet. While she didn't want to talk to anyone, she also didn't want to come off as rude either by not being able to talk to them at all. At least with her tablet, she could tell others she wanted to be alone. The hard part was avoiding Heath, or even Ethan. So she would be very careful.

Iliana managed to luck out when she arrived back at her cabin. She hadn't seen either of her cabin mates, much to her relief. She was nervous entering the cabin. Looking around she saw that neither Heath nor Ethan were here. Deciding to be quick, Iliana grabbed her fully charged tablet and was out again within minutes. Walking outside, she headed for the area around the stables.

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Ethan, hands in his pockets, was roaming around aimlessly. He was really starting to get bored. He'd yet to find anyone to interact with. Maybe he ought to go back to his cabin and just work on his own designs more. He did miss college and since being here, he really wanted to get back to one of his favorite activities. He couldn't help but wonder when they would start training too since he knew that was a major reason his mother wanted him to come here. One ability he especially wanted to make use of more was his architectural alteration but he didn't know how that could be used training wise. When Ethan heard the word 'training' he thought of combat situations and Ethan was definitely not good at that. He didn't know the first thing about combat.

As he walked he neared some cabins and saw one of the cabin doors open. He would have passed by, but unintentionally heard someone say, “Now get out of my cabin.”

Hearing the anger and concerned of what may be happening, Ethan knocked on the wall of the cabin and called out, not wanting to enter the cabin without permission.

"Excuse me, is everything okay?'

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”Th-Thank, you. Fortunate might not be my word for it, but I can’t really go back to relaxing since I’d be worried about you, and Lia.”

That definitely got Heath's attention. He definitely didn't mention Iliana's nickname to this woman. The only people who knew her nickname were Ethan, his family and himself. Well, that wasn't entirely true. Heath knew Iliana had interacted with a few people online in the past before her abduction. Was this Veronica one of those people? It was unlikely, but Heath couldn't think of any other reason. He wouldn't think about it right now for there were more important things to focus on, but he would ask her about it at some point.

Veronica offered her services in helping him find Iliana though and in return he could help her about camp.

"Um, sure. I've only been at camp for several days though, so I don't know how much help I can be."

He already knew he wouldn't tell her about all the drama that happened, but he would warn her of a few people if she asked. Heath was never one to gossip so he wasn't about to start now. He did wonder what Veronica wanted to know for there really wasn't much to say about camp.

He listened to Veronica when she mentioned she was Aphrodite's daughter. That made perfect sense. It annoyed him that he was having a hard time controlling himself. He imagined it was frustrating for Veronica too. It then occurred to Heath that Veronica was Wesley's sister, or half-sibling at least. Heath did wonder just how many half siblings he had. He knew his mother was picky when it came to men. Not wanting to think about that at the moment though, Heath turned back to Veronica.

"Thank you for telling me that Veronica. It really helps to know it's not just all me. I'll try my best to not get tongue-tied around you. I also appreciate you wanting to help me find my sister. Hopefully one of the other campers has spotted her. Shall we?"

Heath turned from her and saw two figures nearby. Squinting, Heath saw that it was Theo and Daniel. Maybe they had seen Iliana.

Turning towards Veronica, Heath asked, "Do you mind if I ask those guys about Iliana? I think those two were here last year, so they probably can tell you more about the camp then me. If you don't want to interact with them, it's fine. I'll be right back."

Veronica shook her head, indicating she wasn't going to follow. Nodding in acknowledgement, Heath headed straight for the two men.

"Morning, you two know my adopted sister, Iliana right? Have either of you seen her? She went off on her own this morning and I want make sure she's okay."

He was pretty sure they remembered her since she was one of the last ones to have a trial yesterday. Then again, they might not have paid attention to her trial either.

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The routine was all too familiar, so Lochlan just rolled his eyes not bearing to witness his sister act like a floozy to get closer to guys. Not that he was entirely innocent in that department. Although, unlike his sister, he preferred some footing or at least sense of what the hell this place was actually about before springing into flirting, flings, etcetera. He buried his hands in his pockets and walked on as naturally as the circumstances permitted.

Normally he was at utter ease and adaptable in new places. But there was something about this camp that he didn't like or trust. But since he was on his own, he guessed it was his own mystery to solve.

That about led him to some crossroads. He could go by more cabins, to the direction of the hall or follow a lonesome blonde. Lochlan smirked a little to himself as if it was even a real decision and warped himself in the shadows of the trees. He travelled along with the girl, silent and slick in the darkness, and where he couldn't follow, he waited and watched. She was young, blonde and particularly doe-eyed. Once she reached the stables, he emerged from shadow, keeping himself a couple decent feet away from her to avoid spooking her and the animals. Lochlan double-checked over his shoulder then back ahead to her. She looked out of sorts, lost almost, if not definitely lost in thought. Somebody's cute wandering little sister maybe. Lochlan cleared his throat and tilted to the side to catch her eyes. "Hi there." He flashed her a warm smile and straightened up. "I'm...I'm completely lost and confused. I've lost my bearings," he said with a nervous laugh. "Would you be able to help me out. I’m looking for the hall."

In such a short encounter Lochlan guessed she was a little odd. All the more reason for him to hope that her friend group or siblings were concerned for her and full of lookers. Lochlan tried not to be deterred by her silence and averted his gaze to the nearest creature and patted the neck of the horse with a smile. "I like horses. Powerful creatures that demand respect to be ridden and it's a two-way streak." He leaned his arm on the stall and his hand opened up for her. "I'm Lochlan." Once their hands enclosed, Lochlan let his powers invade her. He wasn't about to get the silent treatment by this little lady. "And I think this is the part where you tell me your name." Typically the compulsion would creep up to the mind, and ache like a bad itch until she would say her name. All this for such a simple request as to get the introverts name. Heck, to get a word out of her.

Lochlan wasn't one to enjoy being out of the loop or take such early rejection, hence the use of his powers.

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By the gods, was Nicholas secretly blessed by Aphrodite before being tossed into Camp Athens? He must’ve been because every time he turns around, another woman is running right into him— or he into her, depending on how one reads the situation.

Here he was just walking; hands in his pockets, a hum in his throat, thoughts in his mind about all that had transpired thus far in his short time here. The redhead, for whom he is cursing himself for not catching the name of… the Aphrodite girl that he had unintentionally insulted. Possibly. He thought to himself, it couldn’t get any worse. Right?. Or better? He placed an index finger on his chin as he wondered, Was it good or bad luck? His head went from side to side, as though weighing the thoughts in his head. Well, beautiful women running into you doesn’t happen every day. Then again... he frowned, Would the Aphrodite child tell everyone he’s a perv later? He made a disgusted look at no one in particular and judging by his motions, he was having a conversation in his own head anyway. I’m not a perv… it wasn’t my fault.

It was right in the middle of starting to ponder the redhead when his instincts kicked in and an arm dashed down to brace the back of Blair. A hand folded gently around her waist, and he brought her up and helped her regain her balance. What seemed like half a heartbeat, her fingers grasped his biceps and they were intimately close. Not that he’d complain much.

His internal voice asked, Am I the child of Poseidon and Aphrodite?

Since the woman seemed to revel in the close proximity, he made no real motion to create additional space between them. "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry," she apologized, but the way she smiled and giggled said otherwise. She’s not that sorry, if she is at all. "The outdoors and I aren't really simpatico. But I wouldn't mind being on a first-name basis with you."

Simpatico. Simpatico. What did that mean? It must be French, he thought. No one said he was the sharpest tool in the shed, just one of the sturdiest. He just chuckled at that and pretended he understood, but she could probably tell that his brain wasn’t all that intellectual. Not that it appeared she was looking for some profound conversation anyway. Not with the way she’s flirting and hanging onto him without any shame at all.

"I'm Blair," she introduced herself, and he took her hand and gave it a firm but still semi-gentle shake. She was a woman, after all. He was ungodly strong and had to mind himself.

"Nicholas, but you can just call me Nick," he responded as he finally stepped back. It just occurred to him that he should, at the very least, give the other demigods a warning before just summoning them to train out of the blue. That’d be starting out on the wrong foot with a lot of the others, and he may already end up in hot water with the guys depending on who all these hot women belonged to. They just had to belong to someone.

Nick wanted to stay and flirt a little, but he also had a job to do in Camp Athens. He looked at her and tilted his head in thought. You know what? He could do both. Ah, but typically he wasn’t the quickie sort of guy, even though she was certainly tempting. So tempting.

"Coming, Blair?" he inquired as he began to walk backward. He eventually turned around to head for the main office of the Camp, which was just past the chow hall. A short walk.

Blair quirked a brow at his offer. Well that didn’t take long. Perhaps it was she that was the daughter of Aphrodite. Then again, it was never women who struggled to find someone to warm their bed. Hell, what better way to christen camp than to have a little fun with Fabio. Sure, he didn’t seem like the smartest guy out there, but she wasn’t flirting with him for his brains. Dumb boys were always the easiest to get what she wanted from anyway. So, she said nothing but followed after him, wherever he led her.

They arrived at their destination; a small office that was empty save for the P.A. system. That’s what he needed. Once he shut the door, he turned toward the raven-haired woman and smirked. If she was looking for a dumb guy that would just easily hand over the reaffirmation that she could have any dumb guy she wanted - well, she certainly got it.

He’s going to blame the jacked-up hormones on the aftereffects of Aphrodite’s daughter for what happens next. He hooked his hands under her bottom, hoisted her up once she had her arms wrapped around his neck, and walked her toward the counter with the P.A. system, "I’m normally more of a romantic, but I had a run-in with the daughter of Aphrodite, and I am a bit… on edge." And that was hardly even the tip of the iceberg.

Blair’s coy act faded away when they were in the privacy of the office. She had already gotten him and she was far from coy. As Nick scooped her up, her legs instinctually wrapped around his waist. Her fingers snaked through his dark locks and gave them a playful tug. "Whatever you need to tell yourself, dollface."

He released her, moved between her legs as she settled on the counter, but he leaned off to the side and past her to press a button to turn the system on. His voice would echo through the entire camp - inside the facilities and outside.

"Good morning, Campers," he began then went on to introduce himself, "I’m Nicholas Bower, and as you’ve heard from Poseidon, I will be assisting in your training." He kept one of his hands on her thighs and as he continued to address the camp Blair’s hands trailed down his chest. They stopped when they found the top of his jeans. With a smirk, she began to unzip them. "It is now...," he paused and looked at the watch he clearly didn’t have on his right wrist, "...something o’clock, so be ready at the training arena at 4:30 pm sharp. This training is mandatory. Be dressed for the part, and everything else will be provided for you."

Being the sturdy, but not sharpest tool, in the shed - he forgot to turn the P.A. system off, "Why’d you have to wear pants?" He sighed at that, but it was playfully disappointed rather than actually disappointed. But lowkey… he was a little disappointed.

"I want you to work for your meal." In the confines of the small office, Blair quickly turned from prey to predator. She wasn’t some naive girl who didn’t know how boys were, but a woman who knew exactly what she wanted from a man. A minx. She grabbed a fist full of his shirt, pulling him close so their bodies pressed together. "And I’m not fast food," she purred, her lips so close to his that when she spoke they brushed ever so slightly.

Blair trailed her lips along his jaw and down his neck, stopping at his shirt collar when her gaze fell to his hand still holding the P.A. button. "Boys," she scoffed softly under her breath as she took his hand off the button and placed it upon her chest. "I hope you’re not expecting this to be over quickly."

Ah, she was a feisty one. Dominant, too. It’s a bit awkward for him, but it was also a blessing. Nicholas didn’t want to think about anything - if he even thought at all. In fact, he didn’t even notice that she removed his hand from the PA system button, only that it was now on her chest and he was happy about that. "We have a couple hours." He seized her hair at the back of her head and gently tugged it back to expose her neck, "I’ll try my best to leave you intact for training." It wasn’t a promise that he was likely to fulfill.

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Only the gods know how much time was spent in the P.A. office, but it smelled like sex. Whatever was on the counter was on the floor to make room for two worn-out Demigods. Sleep after physical excursion was only logical.

Unlike Nick, who fell asleep shortly after finishing, Blair just laid on the table looking up at the ceiling. In her typical fashion, whenever she was faced with situations she had no control over or didn’t like, she’d backpedal into one of her vices, sex in particular. For her, it was a coping mechanism. She didn’t have control over her life, but she could have control when it came to her sex life. It wouldn’t make sense to many people, but it was the weird sort of fucked up way she functioned. And it worked.

Nick rolled over and ended up on the floor with a loud “bang”, which was followed by an audible groan. "Shi--...," he started to curse but let it trail off as he rubbed his face, rolled onto his back, and pulled himself up to his feet. When the haze of being tired eventually cleared up, he looked at the small clock mounted on the wall just above the P.A. system.

4:23 pm. "Ah, shit," he cursed while running a hand through his long messy hair, and began to dress. In the midst of all this, he would toss some items of clothing onto Blair. "We gotta go."

Blair was barely able to hop off the table before Nick started throwing clothes at her. She caught the first couple of pieces. "Alright, Jesus," she grumbled as she tried to juggle the clothes in her hands and catch whatever else he tossed. She managed to hook her bra on her finger, but things began to slip from her grasp. She set the pile down on the table as she started pulling on her undergarments. "I don’t think daddy is going to kill you for being a little late."

"Have you met Poseidon?" He’d wait for her, as it was only natural not to leave a woman cold after sex. Even women like Blair. Since she wasn’t adept on her feet, or so she claimed, he grabbed her wrist and pulled them both into a light jog toward the arena.

Blair had just barely pulled on her pants when he took her hand and dragged her out of the office. At the rate he was going, she just barely managed to scoop up her purse and cardigan. She definitely was not the running or jogging type and punctuality was not something she worried herself over. Blair was more of the fashionably late-type, not the rush to grab a taxi type. Halfway there she scoffed and jerked her arm free.

If Nick wanted to race to the arena like an idiot he could, but sex was enough physical excursion. Especially if he planned on her training. That was a whole other battle. So rather than wearing herself out any further, Blair freed herself of the meathead and took her own sweet time getting there. She saw what direction he headed in, so it was easy enough to follow while she adjusted her appearance to look a little more presentable… as much as possible anyway.

Nicholas made it to the arena with Blair not trailing too far behind. He had gotten dressed in everything but his shirt, but as a beach boy, he hardly cared. He had some scars and a large tattoo on his right side. Otherwise, he was a very typical musclehead - all brawn, and as Blair figured out, no brain. At least, no brain for intellectual stuff like books and shit. He didn’t need all that when he knew that his place would eventually be alongside his biological father.

Once Blair arrived, she made her way over to the stands and took a seat. And in typical snobby girl fashion, she put on her sunglasses and a resting bitch face. She crossed her right leg over her left as she sifted through her purse for a sucker. Strawberry, her favorite. She plucked the wrapper off the candy and then placed it between her lips. Perhaps giving Nick the best sex of his life and disappearing into the crowd would get her out of training. She could hope.

He tried to place himself in a place where he could be heard at all, which wasn’t hard because he could certainly bellow his voice to command attention. "As I stated before, I am Nicholas Bower, son of Poseidon. As you’ve heard, I will be assisting you all in your training. The gods have all agreed that Camp Athens has ventured away from its original purpose," he scratched the back of his neck as he parroted the words he was given to relay. "Before I get to training, I do have to update you all on the status of the Valis children. They won't be returning to camp. I wasn’t given any other info. Just relaying the deets… So there it is." He gave everyone his notorious finger guns gesture at that.

With that out of the way, he smirked, "With that out of the way, welcome to the training arena." He held his arms out to gesture to the massive structure. "It has magical properties that allow observers to be unaffected by powerful influences and/or abilities. So, you can go ham on each other in here." He shook his head from side to side, then jabbed an index finger toward them all, "No killing. No harm to life, limb, or eyesight. Yadda yadda. Healers will be on standby."

Nicholas paused to give everyone a moment to digest everything before he continued, "The arena’s unique property allows it to transform into an environment best suited for the pair of demigods. That means, unless a gladiatorial style arena best suits both of you, this empty space will not be your environment. All weapons, elements, and anything else both Demigods might need, will be provided for you. Though if you have your own weapons, you are welcome to bring them with you."

He stopped because he had to think about everything that he could possibly be missing. He pointed a finger up in the air, "We are going to see where you’re at in terms of Demigod skills, so our first training is a spar. To avoid favoritism, the pairings will be random. So, everyone come and grab a token." He produced a pouch (which he was honestly surprised he remembered), and shook it. He reached in and pulled a blue one, then handed it to the next Demigod for the drawing. "If you grab a blue one, you’ll join me in the arena for the first dual."

Blair scoffed, rolling her eyes as she moved to her feet. She held the lollipop in her mouth as she wormed her way past other campers to grab her token and be done with it. She didn’t bother with the pomp and circumstance of digging around to find what token spoke spoke to her. Her fingers tightened on the first piece she felt and pulled it out to find that she had silver. Well, at least she wasn’t first. Silver lining she supposed. Blair tucked the token into her pocket before returning to her seat.

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Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Nicholas Bower Character Portrait: Lochlan Carmichael Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Penelope Givens Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Veronica Lewis
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Iliana remembered the last time she'd been at the stables. It was the day when she first arrived, which seemed like a lifetime ago. So much had happened in such a brief time. Alex's trial, the party, and then there was yesterday's incidents. Not to mention all the little things that happened. Iliana didn't know what would happen next. All she knew for sure was she wasn't looking forward to it. So consumed in her own thoughts, she didn't realize that someone was following her.

Reaching the stables, she hesitated. She liked animals, but in her current state, she was afraid of what she would do. She learned animals could sense someone's feelings and could respond to that, especially with horses. One of Heath's relatives worked with horses and she got to see them a few times growing up. Never had the courage to ride one though. Heath did and did pretty well.

Suddenly the hairs on the back of Iliana's neck stirred and she turned around to see someone coming up to her. She didn't recognize him. Confused on what he wanted, Iliana gave the man her full attention.

"Hi there. I'm...I'm completely lost and confused. I've lost my bearings. Would you be able to help me out. I’m looking for the hall."

He didn't look confused, at least not to Iliana. She suppose she could lead him to the Hall, but that would mean running into more people, something she wanted to avoid. Still, she couldn't leave him hanging. She would show him the way, but then leave when she did. Decision made, she started typing her response on her iPad when the stranger spoke up again, talking about the horses before introducing himself as Lochlan, all the while holding his hand out. Iliana hesitated briefly, feeling compelled, placed her hand in his.

"And I think this is the part where you tell me your name."

All thought escaped her mind. She felt this intense pressure within her head. Without thinking about it, Iliana spoke for the first time in over a year.

"I . . . li. . . . na. Iliana," she said a scratchy and low voice.

Shocked, Iliana inadvertently dropped her iPad as she raised her now free hand to her mouth. She spoke. Lochlan could probably figure out she hadn't used it in awhile due to how rough it was. Iliana couldn't believe it. She remembered when Apollo had told her he healed her vocal chords. She had tried speaking then, but nothing came. It was like something was blocking her. Now for some reason she could speak. How did that happen? Totally forgetting about Lochlan, Iliana felt her eyes welling up.

"I . . . can . . . talk . . . . how?" she murmured to herself.

Suddenly a voice penetrated the silence as someone spoke.

"Good morning, Campers, I’m Nicholas Bower, and as you’ve heard from Poseidon, I will be assisting in your training. It is now something o’clock, so be ready at the training arena at 4:30 pm sharp. This training is mandatory. Be dressed for the part, and everything else will be provided for you."

Snapping out of it, Iliana quickly took her hand out of Lochlan's hand and picked up her iPad. It when she heard this Nicholas and some other female. What they said confused Iliana, and that confusion read easily on her face. Deciding to ignore it, Iliana thought about what Poseidon's son said. Training? A look of fear passed over Iliana's face. That was not good. She didn't think that be wise, but knew she couldn't avoid it either. Maybe when the time came she could show up and try to convince Nicholas to sit this one out. Feeling her anxiety rise though, she remembered Lochlan was still there. Looking at him, she tried talking again.

"The . . . hall . . . . . is that . . . way," she said, pointing in the direction of the Hall.

Wanting to be alone again, the blonde took off running, leaving Lochlan alone.




Theo was the first to answer Heath's question. He also noticed how the man didn't directly look at him at times, but seemed to be looking beyond them. Heath looked and saw him looking at Veronica. Knowing that she was Aphrodite's daughter, and his own initial reaction to her, Heath wasn't too surprised by Theo's reaction. But at least he gave him an answer. Then Daniel spoke up, but instead saying if he'd seen Iliana, he asked him her age.

"She's 19," he said simply, not understanding why Daniel would want to know that.

It wouldn't but the first time Daniel confused him though. Out of the campers Heath had met so far, Daniel was the most puzzling. At least he came off as a decent man, much like his sister. Before Heath could thank the two men for their time, Daniel spoke up again.

"I'm going to lay a pro tip on you. You're going to be divided one day, whether on your own or surrounded by people you can't trust so....branch out. Make friends in high places. That way, you don't have to worry about your sister every two seconds."

It was very sound advice and Daniel was probably right. He could probably relate to Heath since he had a sister and since both Daniel and Andy had been at camp last year, Heath knew he should follow good advice. Still, Heath's protective nature was never going to fully go ahead. Heath even before Iliana had come to live with him and his family, Heath could recall the times he tried protecting others. It was just innate for him to be that way, for better or worse. But Heath knew he'd would sleep better at night if he knew more people at camp would get along with Iliana. Her recalled Cherise being nice to Iliana, as well as Duke and Wes, at least from what Iliana told him. He also remembered Iliana had hanged around others more then he did. He would hope she would do that again, but first she had to get over the events of yesterday.

"Thank you. I will do my best to follow your advice,"

Daniel then mentioned that Theo was a great tracker. That got Heath's attention, but before he could say anything, an announcement was made. So Poseidon's son was here? Heath then caught Nicholas's voice again along with a female voice. Heath couldn't help but groan. He could piece together what was happening. Waiting a few more minutes, it sounded like the pair had turned off the speakers, much to Heath's relief. Focusing on what Nicholas said, it sounded like they were finally going to start training. He hoped Iliana showed up.

Looking at Theo and Daniel, Heath said, "Thanks for both of your help. If Iliana doesn't show up for training, I'll probably ask you for your assistance, Theo."

Bowing to them, Heath returned to Veronica.

"Looks like we're going to be training soon. I think I'll give Iliana the space she needs for now, so I'll go about my own way for now. Oh, I would recommend letting other guys know you're Aphrodite's daughter since we males might act like fools around you," Heath said with a small grin before continuing, "Thanks for your assistance. I'll see you later."

With that, Heath went on his way.




Ethan entered his cabin to see Heath already ready for training.

"Hey, any luck finding Iliana?{/color]

[color=#808000]"No, but did decide to stop looking for her right after that announcement,"


"Aw, well, I am going to get ready for training," Ethan said before heading for his private quarters.

It didn't take him too long for he dressed in workout clothes, the same way as Heath was. Ethan would have spoken up, but the front door opened and Iliana came in. The three stood in silence when Heath suddenly came forward and drew Iliana into a hug. Surprised, Iliana just stood there.

"You had me worried, Lia," Heath said.

"So . . . rry. . . ." Iliana said softly.

For the first time in his life, Heath was shocked. Did . . . did Iliana just speak? Gently, Heath held his sister back.

"What did you say?"

"I'm . . . sorry . . . I didn't . . . . mean to . . . make . . . you . . . worry."

Heath's jaw dropped and he found himself dropping to his knees. Concerned, Iliana dropped before him. Ethan hadn't heard Iliana speak, wanting to give siblings space, but he came forward and dropped next to his friend when he saw him drop to the floor.

"Hey, you okay? What happened?" he asked as he placed a hand on Heath's shoulder.

Tears appeared in Heath's eyes as he looked at Iliana. He honestly thought he would never hear Iliana speak ever again. Hearing her voice, as rough as it was, was miraculous. Overcome with emotion for the first time, Heath cried. Both Iliana and Ethan comforted him. Ethan was confused, while Iliana herself started crying.

Soon, Heath calmed down and looked at Iliana again.

"When . . when were you able to talk again?"

"This morning . . . when I met . . . a new camper . . . named Lochlan."

Now it was Ethan's turn to look surprised since he never heard Iliana talk before. When Heath heard Iliana mentioning someone new, he couldn't help but wonder if this Lochlan had anything to do with Iliana talking now. Well, with training coming up, now would be a good time to find out. Needing a goal to refocus, Heath decided to thinking about training, otherwise he wouldn't be able to recover from the shock he just received.

"Well, you can talk and I can't tell you how happy that makes me feel, Lia. Are you going to come with us to training, Lia? It be best if you did," Heath asked before getting to his feet.

Ethan and Iliana stood up too.

"I will come, but . . . I don't . . . want to . . . train. . . . Might hurt someone." Iliana said, slowly getting used to using her voice again.

"You might have no choice, Lia. Best get ready just in case. We'll see if we can convince this Nicholas to let you skip this session." Ethan said, trying to be encouraging.

Nodding, Iliana left to get changed. Alone once more, Heath decided to confide to Ethan.

"I still can't believe Lia can talk. I don't want her to train either, but I know our mothers want us to train. Mother even told me it's imperative for Iliana to master her powers at some point."

"Hey at least Lia can talk now. And maybe this training will help her."

"Iliana has been training since she was a kid though. I still don't know how being here will make a difference."

"Try to think a bit more positively, bro. Maybe training with other demigods will make a difference. I honestly don't know what to expect, but dwelling on the cons will not help us or Lia."

What Ethan didn't add was he wasn't looking forward to training either. He was not a fighter and knew he was severely lacking in practicing a few of his own skills.

Soon, Iliana came out of her room and the trio left for the training grounds.




Once there they saw others arriving, including Nelly. Nelly had a fine time taking pictures and was pleased the images she took. After lunch, she spent the next few hours at her cabin going through all the pictures. She already knew she would be making a scrapbook for her trip here. Her next plan of action was to get pictures of her fellow campers, but knew she'd have to get permission first. First rule in photography people was to ALWAYS get permission to avoid any legal trouble in the future. That was something her mother taught her. However, she knew she would never get pictures of them using their abilities. That was just asking for trouble and Nelly would never do anything that might put her and her fellow demigods in danger.

Once things were settled, a tall dark haired guy came forward and reintroduced himself as Nicholas. First thing he mentioned was how the Valises wouldn't be returning. This got Nelly and Iliana's attention. Nelly was curious for the reason why, but had a feeling she would never know why. Oh, well, at least she knew what happened to them. Iliana knew the Valises had gone to Olympus. Maybe what happened to them was too much for them to handle. She hoped they were going to be okay, especially Alex.

Nicholas then started talking about their training. When he was done, Heath and Ethan got up to get their tokens. Heath drew out a white token and Ethan drew a green one. Both were relieved their weren't sparring with each other. Turning back, they head for their seat. Nelly wanted to see what colors others drew before getting hers. She saw what colors Ethan and Heath drew, as well as a few others. She started heading up when Daniel head up, so she was able to spy his white token. Looks like he was going up against Heath. This should prove interesting. Daniel was Hecate's son right? So he was bound to use magic skills. Heath was Athena's son. She had no idea what his skills would be, but she imagined he would be pretty smart. Well she would wait and see. Coming up to Nicholas, she smiled and reached into the bag to pull out a pink token.

"Aww, phooey, pink? I was hoping for turquoise, navy, or orange," she complained since those were her fav colors.

Oh well, that's the way the cookie crumbled, she suppose. Shrugging, she returned to her seat.

Iliana deliberately waited for everyone else to get their token before taking a deep breath and approaching Nicholas.

With desperation in her eyes, she quietly asked, "Do I really . . . . have to . . . train? . . . . I can't . . . control my powers . . . . I've killed before . . . "

She started crying again, thinking about the past once more. Once again, it started drizzling. Looking at Nicholas and seeing he wasn't going to let her be excused, Iliana sighed and grabbed the last token before going to sit down.

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Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Nicholas Bower Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Blair Carmichael Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Veronica Lewis
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Veronica watched as Heath questioned the other two campers about his missing sister, her eyes slowly moving between the two of them. She was trying to see if she could work out who their parents were, though she’d easily admit that Heath didn’t jump out as what she’d have expected from a child of Athena anymore than she did as one of Aphrodite.

She’d hung back slightly to allow Heath to approach them but as he started speaking she’d gingerly moved closer; so she was standing far enough to be apart but close enough that she could just about make out most of what they were saying. It did help that the voice of the second guy carried easier than the first, who’d seemed a little distant when Heath was speaking to him. And then she realised he kept glancing over Heath’s shoulder towards her, almost stealing glances since he kept looking away a moment later. It made her feel somewhat self-conscious but at the same time she felt the shiver of excitement as the gooseflesh rippled across her skin. She rubbed her hands up and down her arms to try and soften them again.

The second guy, who thus far seemed to have directed all of his attention towards Heath, seemed to have started onto some kid of speech that sounded like it was bordering on a lecture. The snippets she caught made her smile a little to herself since by the sounds of it, Heath was perhaps a little over-protective of his sister. She had to turn away slightly to hide her expression, just in case he turned around and thought she was making fun of him, which would be terrible given that so far, he’s the nearest thing to a friend she’s got so far. She glanced back over at Theo at mention that he was a tracker, which seemed an odd thing to bring up before she remembered that they were meant to be looking for Heath’s sister so that actually made perfect sense now that she thought it over.

The exchange in front of her was interrupted by the sound of a somewhat familiar voice that she couldn’t quite place echoing throughout the camp. Though it wasn’t until she heard his tone change to something more seductive, or at least a little teasing that she realised it was the boy she’d met earlier. As his interaction with another girl started to get a little heated over the intercom, Veronica had to almost stuff her hand into her mouth as she burst out into a fit of giggles, almost doubling over as the awkward conversation continued. When everything went back to silence it took her a few moments to calm down and be able to breathe properly without laughing.

She saw Heath walking towards her, and nodded when he suggested she warn these two who she was in case they had a similar reaction to either Heath or Nicholas. She was a little surprised by Heath’s sudden departure but he clearly wanted to be alone after the other boy had given him a bit of a dressing down. So taking a deep breath she walked over to the two campers and did her best to introduce herself.

”um, hey. Not sure if you heard Heath, but yeah, I’m the daughter of Aphrodite. Names Veronica, and as I told him if I had any friends they’d call me Vi. What’re your names?” Her tone varied throughout her introduction, mumbling a little to start before barging straight into self-deprecating humour as she gave her hand a wave towards the two in introduction. Though, one of them had simply turned and walked away before she’d started speaking in earnest and she wondered if the other boy had simply not heard her, but she definitely had the impression that he was ignoring her on purpose. Giving him a curious momentary glance, she returned her focus back to the other boy instead.



Veronica hadn’t really known what to do with herself during the gap between the announcement and their gathering at the arena, nor did she really know what she’d do during the actual training itself. After grabbing a little bit of food from the camps canteen, doing her best to avoid anyone else around she filled a water bottle before returning to the arena to wait. She’d kept her guitar with her since it would at least give her something to occupy her time with, so she'd simply lain back and gently strummed a tune while she waited for the rest of camp to filter in.

Nicholas, the great son of Poseidon she’d encountered earlier took centre stage and began to run through some details of what they were going to be doing, and what she presumed was an update on other demigods who weren’t returning to camp. That part piqued her interest, though since she’d literally arrived that morning she had no idea what drama had been going on before. The thought of going into the arena to fight didn’t exactly appeal to Veronica, but honestly what choice did she have. She was glad to finally know the name of the boy she’d sent running into the woods, even if when he’d first announced it over the intercom. She still needed to apologise to him for that as it kind of made her feel a little sorry for him, especially since he was doing his best to be authoritative. Though that had probably went straight out of the window when he’d broadcast his “extracurricular activities” all over the camp earlier.

Leaving her guitar leading against the stand she’d been sitting on she sauntered down to the front and picked up a green token from the bag. Turning it over in her fingers she slowly made her way back to her seat, while glancing around to find the token she’d spotted someone taking just before, and settling on a boy sitting next to Heath. The girl next to them must be his sister, but she looked rather uncomfortable and flighty as if she was about to make a break for it. There was definitely something familiar about her but Veronica still couldn’t quite place it, so it might be worth trying to speak with her later on. And as she watched the girl almost have a breakdown as she went up for her own token, she decided later was probably best. Definitely later.

This was going to be a rough afternoon as far as Veronica was concerned.

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"Do I really . . . . have to . . . train? . . . . I can't . . . control my powers . . . . I've killed before . . ." a small voice reached out to him, and he looked up at the sky to note the clouds that had flooded in. The rain, however light it was, came unexpectedly on an otherwise decent day.

He sighed and looked down at her, attempting to be as reassuring as he could be without hurting the poor girl’s feelings, "If you never face your fears, you will never get past them. The only way to get past whatever is going on in that pretty little head of yours, is to go right through them. What’s done is done. Let’s not forget that." He looked around, placed a heavy hand on her shoulder, and gently turned her to face her peers, "You may be surprised that you’re not the only one with demons. We can’t control the past, but we can control what we learn from it." He’d leave her to reflect on that. While he hadn’t told her that she’d be going through the training directly, he knew that she was smart enough to read in between the lines.

Like one might a quarter, he tossed the blue token into the air and snatched it up. He did this a couple of times. A woman’s tears didn’t really sting him as much, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be the source of it. What’s with Camp Athens’ females? Gods, he prayed quietly for a male opponent while also hoping it wouldn’t start pouring rain. His pea-brained head didn’t connect the dots that the weather change might have been part of Iliana’s lack of control, but he did wonder why it went from sunny to potentially showering.

"Nothing’s going right. The only other thing that could go wrong is I might have to beat up some dude’s girlfriend," he laughed at himself as he thought of all the potential female scenarios he would be aligned with. Only because he felt that his magnetic pull for the opposite sex hadn’t quite weakened yet. He rubbed the back of his neck as he tossed the token on the ground and let it roll away… someplace.

Andy stepped into the arena just in time to step on the blue token before it rolled away. She leaned down to pick it up before walking over toward Nick. "I hope you didn’t overexert yourself," she commented with a knowing smirk as she dropped both of the blue tokens into his hand. "I’d hate to embarrass you on your first day of camp," she concluded with a playful grin.

Taking that as a prime example of being flirted with, he accepted the tokens in the same playful manner, only he had the deep rumble of some serious salacious tones, "Are you sure you’re not asking to see if I am available later? I’m not that tired at all." Since he has uber chest muscles, he did that thing where his pecs bounced around at his command and winked before turning away to distance himself. "I will be available later, by the way, and I don’t get embarrassed very easily! Obviously." he called out to her, lifting a hand in a backhanded wave. "Good luck, Princesa." He had to add some additional teasing in there alongside the drawl of his native accent.

Andy just stood there for a moment in shock at the son of Poseidon’s brazen attempts at flirting. She supposed there was a first for everything. "It’s Andy," She corrected as she rolled her eyes and spun around on her heels. As she made her way to the opposite side of the arena, she took a hair tie from around her wrist and tied her hair back in a ponytail.

Unlike some of the other demigods who might have water, fire, or who knows what at their disposal inside the arena, for her it was quite basic. There were a couple of weapons racks and a table that displayed just about any sort of weapon she could want. Anything and everything was available, but rather than going for the largest and most intimidating blades, she settled for a small, rather basic, looking set of throwing knives. Andy leaned down to faster the holster around her right thigh before turning to face Nick.

He wouldn’t dare say it out loud, but she looked like he was going to get his ass handed to him. It’s always the women that are the most vicious! He wasn’t even going to dare ask her parentage.

With one hand in a pocket, he flicked the tokens into the air - together they disappeared, signaling the beginning of the match. While there were no barriers visible to the naked eye, there was a bubble of magic protecting the spectators from whatever their peers would dish out. Nothing could break through it - not influence, fire - nothing.

Much like Andromeda, the son of Poseidon was a basic Demigod. All he needed was what he is already surrounded by; slabs of stone, earth, and himself. The whole water thing was more or less Liv’s ordeal, not his. He could do without it. The only source of water glimmered at his feet when he stopped and turned around to face his opponent. He bent low, reached down, and dove his right arm into the seemingly shallow pool. He dragged his arm out, a black and gold hilt with the mighty trident embedded into it, was slowly being tugged out. Eventually, the whole gladius was produced.

"Nice party trick," she humored.

He tossed her a goofy grin, "Anytime."

If Andromeda thought she’d be dealing with the typical Poseidon kid; envisioning drowning or something of that sort, she was about to be dead wrong. With a smirk, he gestured her to go ahead with the sweep of a hand, "Ready when you are."

Andy was never really one to throw the first punch. So it was a first for her having to initiate the fight. She could charge him, but Nick was larger and stronger than her. It would be in her best interest to keep as much distance between them for as long as possible. Whether or no her opponent was expecting a quick fight or not, that she didn’t know. She might not look like a threat, but unlike him, she wasn’t trying to impress anyone either.

She looked around for inspiration to strike when her gaze settled on the weapon racks around her. Andy held out her right hand, tensing it like she was gripping something no one could see. Her fingers curled like claws as her muscles visibly tensed. For a moment it might have looked odd, but when her hand jerked a few inches upwards, every weapon behind her lifted up into the air. She turned her attention towards Nick, holding his gaze for a moment or two before she threw her hand forward. With the motion, every dagger, spear, sword, and any other weapon flew through the air like missiles locked on the son of Poseidon.

The moment all of those extremely pointy items ended up pointed at him, he held his free hand up in defense, "Woah, woah! Was it the pec dance thing? I won’t do that anymore. Damn!" The women here really held grudges, didn’t they? Of course, Nicholas was also having fun - both poking fun at himself and the situation.

Alas, every single one of those weapons flew right toward him! He turned away and started to run, and it was quite comical. However, in a second or two after that, he got really serious very quickly. As if he was going for a “just kidding” moment, he turned on his heels and faced the incoming trajectories. He stomped one of his feet hard against the ground, and for a half-a-heartbeat, nothing happened.

Then some invisible force slammed into the weapons, though a spear managed to escape the shockwave and burrow into his left shoulder. "Ah, shhhhhhhiiii-," his would be expletively dragged into a pained groan, and it took another second for the ground to start trembling. It cracked and splintered every which way, causing schisms and sudden uneven ground. Some of the fissures were deep and wide, and others shallow - but the overall arena had become a craggy ground where one wrong step could send either tumbling into the depths.

He broke the spear off at the shaft, leaving the rest in there so he didn’t bleed out all over the place. He was dumb as a box of rocks, but he was extremely practical.

The shockwave rolled across the arena, slamming into Andy. The force sent her tumbling backward. She only came to a stop when she collided with the stone wall that surrounded the coliseum. The ground trembled beneath her. It was almost like trying to stand on top of rushing water. She’d get halfway to her feet only for a fissure to slice the ground underfoot and knock her off balance. The crack only seemed to grow as she struggled to stand. But before she could gain her balance, the earth opened and swallowed her.

Andy barely managed to grab a hold of the edge before disappearing into the depths below. For a moment or two, she struggled to try and pull herself up, but her upper body strength was abysmal and all she was doing was wearing herself out faster. Her gaze darted around, looking for a solution when she saw a large rock break off from the ground and fall into the chasm. In a test of faith, in herself, Andy released her hold. And while she instantly disappeared from view, she quickly held out her hands toward the rock, willing it to shift course and stop beneath her, catching her fall.

After landing, her hand flicked sending another rock flying through the air, stopping it a little higher than the first like a step. Andy kept repeating this action, bringing more debris towards her, making a makeshift staircase. But instead of stopping once she reached the top, she kept going, raising herself several feet about Nick and the arena. Now with the high ground, Andy grabbed a throwing knife and threw it at her opponent. Rocks froze, hovering in the air like stepping stones as she lept from one to another, circling him like a vulture as she hurled knife after knife.

It would seem that Andy found the weak spot in his ability very quickly, but Nicholas wasn’t mad at her for it. In fact, he looked pretty happy! He wasn’t trying to impress anyone with his powers. He’d rather impress the girls with dancing pecs, but that’s another story. Maybe if he got his ass handed to him, he’d be able to shed off the whole babysitter son of Poseidon image. So while being beaten might anger someone else, he was lowkey grateful for a challenge.

By this time, there wasn’t a lot of ground to move around on safely. Nick couldn’t manipulate the rocks, but he could do other things. Just as he thought about one thing, Andromeda had other ideas - namely, more pointy objects to hurl at him. The big guy really wasn’t all that fast given his size, so two to three daggers made their mark; one sinking into an arm, another into a leg, and the last one grazed his side. The rest he could manage to swat aside with the gladius, or even duck and dance away from in a rather uncoordinated manner.

Once he was just really tired of dodging and swatting at incoming blades, he decided to move out of his defensive position. He crouched down low then propelled himself up into the air. He’d land on one of the levitating stones, using them in the same way she had. The force of each landing caused the floating staircase to crumble one by one, and when he eventually lept toward the last one - the one that had Andromeda - he barrelled into her with full force. Nicholas knocked them both off of the rock and, together, they plunged into a dark fissure with uncertain depth.

At first, Andy wasn’t concerned when Nick began to climb the rocks. She just kept adding to the floating staircase and climbed higher. But before she knew it, the abundance of rocks below began to dwindle and every makeshift step crumbled beneath him as he made his way toward her. She levitated the last rock and as it raised to her, she looked back over her shoulder just as Nick charged into her. Andy gasped as the wind was knocked out of her and the collision sent them both tumbling off the rocks, into the chasm, disappearing out of sight of the other demigods.

They fell so quickly she hadn’t a clue which way was up or down. The darkness quickly devoured them, only the small slice in the earth above lending any light or sense of direction. At first, Andy clung to Nick, as anyone would when they thought they were falling to their death. But somewhere during the plummet logic took over reminding her that this was only training and she couldn’t die… At least she hoped. She couldn’t see him in the darkness but she could feel his hold on her. In a last-ditch attempt to get the upper hand, Andy wrestled against his grasp, managing to put her foot against his chest. With all the strength she could muster she kicked off him and sent them both spiraling in opposite directions until they crashed into a pull of water.

The tension of the water stunned Andy as she hit the surface then quickly began to swallow her. Then there was panic. Water filled her lungs where air should be as she frantically kicked, praying she was heading for the surface, not the depths below. She was no daughter of Poseidon. She couldn’t breathe underwater. And whatever logic she had left at that moment only replaced with a fear of drowning and a rush of adrenalin as her fight or flight kicked in. As she desperately searched for the surface her hand found the rocky side of the ravine. It was just enough to help her find the light of the sky above and led her up to the surface.

Andy gasped for the air the second her face burst out of the water. Her chest heaved as she coughed horribly. Her hands frantically clawed at the side of the newly made cliff, trying to find anything to grab to steady herself and keep her head above water. When she found a good enough hold she rested her forehead against her left shoulder, trying to catch her breath.

While Nicholas was, indeed, the son of Poseidon, he didn’t particularly enjoy being submerged. He could breathe, but he had crashed into the water so harshly, that it felt like he couldn’t for a moment or two. To say he was a tad disoriented, to say the least.

Her eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness just as she heard a ripple in the water. That’s when the realization of her predicament set in… She was trapped in a ravine with the son of Poseidon. Andy had no idea how big the cavern was nor how deep, but she had to act fast. Faster than Nick. She quickly spun around in the direction of the shifting water and threw out both of her arms. Her fingers curled as her powers reached out and grabbed him. Then in a swift move, she threw her hands up and sent Nick flying up and out of the chasm.

Before he could get his bearings, he was… being shot up and out of the chasm!? He didn’t even know what hit him - literally. This witchy stuff - he didn’t like it one bit. All of his limbs flailed wildly, and strings of expletives bounced off the walls of the chasm; hear to none but Andromeda, and thankfully so. He didn’t want to be labeled the camp potty mouth just yet.

The chasm spat him out like a bad meal or something. When Nicholas finally landed - well, you know what they say about big guys falling hard. He slammed against the arena floor; face first, and nearly fell down yet another split in the stone. Most of his body was about to be devoured, again, but he managed to pull himself to safety. He stayed there, like he had fallen asleep. He was tired… legitimately exhausted. If he wasn’t the son of Poseidon, he probably would have been broken to pieces in the fall. It didn’t mean he wasn’t in pain, though. Still - he had to move somehow.

Although Nick was out, nothing was stopping him from jumping back in or doing whatever water magic he had up his sleeve. Andy needed to get out and get out fast, but every hold her hands found was too slippery for her to pull herself up and climb. There were no convenient rocks or floating debris for her to make another staircase and she wasn’t powerful enough to bend the earth or water to her will. Andy had never used her abilities to levitate herself, but at the moment she didn’t seem to have any other choice.

It took an immense amount of focus, but slowly and shakily, Andy began to rise up from the water toward the surface. Occasionally she’d lose her hold and fall a few feet or bump into the side of the chasm. But eventually, she slowly emerged from the dark fissure. Her focus was wavering until she couldn’t hold on anymore and fell to the ground, landing on her hands and knees.

Andy stumbled to her feet and quickly closed the distance between herself and the son of Poseidon. Nick, still on all fours, scrambled towards his gladius trying to reach it before she got to him. But she was faster. She kicked his weapon out of reach before he could grab it, then waved her fingers in the air, using her powers to knock him over onto his back. Before he could try to get up, Andy straddled his upper torso, pinning his left bicep under her knee and his right wrist under her foot. Then, with the last bit of energy and power she had left, she conjured a dagger into her right hand and held the blade to his neck. Then everything was still. She didn’t move or give him an inch as she struggled to catch her breath.

He held up both of his hands in surrender, "Ah, deadly, beautiful - I would say I like my girls feisty, but I think I will take a pass on this one,". The laugh that passed through his lips was one-half nervous and another half an attempt to make a joke out of a defeat. It was fair. Just because he was the son of Poseidon didn’t mean that others couldn’t prevail over him. He’s a pretty humble guy - on the outside, but he did feel the pang of bitterness as his pride was severely injured. He could hide that emotion, though.

With the fight won, Andy tossed the dagger aside. She didn’t have the energy to partake in Nick’s flirty banter. She slowly moved off of him but didn’t have enough strength to get to her feet, instead rolling over onto her back. The next fight could wait a minute as she caught her breath.


Nicholas also needed a few moments, and when he finally decided to get off of his feet, he stood himself up. He offered a hand to Andy, but he was respectful about it. With his signature stupid grin, "I almost had you. Congratulations on your win." With that said, he turned away from her to allow the next fight to commence. There was nothing left to say, and his ego was a tad bruised.

Andy propped herself up on her elbows, coughing up whatever water remained in her lungs. Once the fit stopped she saw the offered hand and took it, allowing him to help her up. "You did," she agreed with a weak laugh. As she turned to walk away she snapped her fingers and a towel appeared on both her shoulder and Nick’s. She didn’t say anything or look back at him. It was like a silent sorry for kicking your ass gesture. She hesitated at the entrance to the arena and wrung out her hair and clothes best she could before returning to her seat beside Trinity with an exhausted groan.

He dragged himself out of the arena and toward Blair. There was a lot of space for him to stretch out, so he laid on his side and put his head in her lap. He looked like a baby, to be honest. A big beefy manbaby that just got his ass kicked and now he needs some consoling from a woman he’s only known a whole… four hours. He pulled the towel over his head and just laid there, his arms crossed over his chest in grumpy defeat. Between Blair, Andromeda, Evelyn, and Veronica - he’s kind of had a full day.

Blair watched the spar… Kind of. Fighting and swords weren’t really her thing. There might have been a fleeting moment where she felt a small amount of concern when Nick disappeared beneath the ground with the brunette. But after all, it was his doing they both fell in the first place so he had to have some sort of plan. She was honestly a bit surprised that he lost the fight, but Blair just chalked it up to fatigue from their afternoon activities.

Her brows raised curiously when Nick didn’t return to his seat but made his way right toward her. They weren’t a couple after one not-so-quick hook up in a cramped office were they? In any other circumstance, Blair might have made a sarcastic quip saying as much, but he came toward her like a dejected puppy and she actually felt sorry for him. She grimaced a little at the fact he was drenched and she wasn’t particularly in the mood to be wet herself, but at least he kept his head wrapped in the towel so she wasn’t entirely soaked. After a moment or two, she settled and even offered him a lick of her lollipop. Candy made everything better. He just stayed under the towel. At least Blair's lap was comfortable.

The arena’s magical properties morphed it back into repair, and it was - once again - typical. It awaited the next pair.

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Of all the voices to emerge from a sweet looking thing, Lochlan wasn't expecting one so scratchy and hoarse. The shock was visible but fleeting on his face. People couldn't really help what they sounded like after all and she looked to be having her own tough time, hearing herself, even dropping her valuable.

The more Lochlan watched and waited for the conversation to continue, the more he saw how emotional Iliana was getting over it. Something was seriously wrong here.

"I . . . can . . . talk . . . . how?" She said it so faintly, Lochlan was only lucky to be close and not be making sound over her. Evidently she was talking to herself about it but she seemed seriously distressed.

"It's - " Before he could assure her how totally normal it was to actually talk and be verbal, an announcement rang out causing him to inhale deeply. This girl was far more interesting than some mandatory inconvenient exercise and speech. The announcement also caused Iliana to break contact with him. But as the PA system continued, his bothered attitude blended with intrigue. Juicy, but the timing was still inconvenient.

"I want you to work for your meal. And I'm not fast food." Then a sudden punch to his gut making him nauseous. He cringed and rubbed his face although that wouldn't really erase what he heard. Er Blair, over the PA system, really.

After the conclusion of that monstrosity, Iliana snapped her head back in his direction looking frightened and anxious as ever. "The . . . hall . . . . . is that . . . way," she pointed in the direction vaguely. Then took off running.

Lochlan watched her go. "Skittish," he muttered. He never intended to scare the girl. But he was intrigued in what he was missing about her which seemed a whole lot.

Camp got better as he wandered about in the vague direction of the hall. There were lookers. The camp seemed large and a little more classy than the low-end shacks and battling nature he first envisioned. Instead, there were stables, an apparent designated training arena, a hall full of varieties of foods. He nodded a little in approval. It could be better if there was service for him. Someone had to set out the food after all so he swivelled around into the kitchens to see what this place could offer him. Instead of maids or people in neutral colors with hair nets, he saw a red-head washing the dishes and she looked to be working alone at that.

"I should have brought a shoe," he commented, setting his eyes on the ground with a small smile and slowly shuffled up to the benchtop where she was stationed to lean against it.

Lochlan was sure to look at the behind the scenes of the hall and kitchen work before looking at her again. She'd have a mountain of dishes to do, accumulating the ones left outside and everyone who hasn't eaten yet. He felt for the gorgeous Cinderella, so much so he had a fleeting thought to help. But he had never done dishes in his life and he wasn't going to start now. "You can take off and I can cover for you. Say there was some emergency or you weren't feeling well."

At least he had offered to save a damsel from her chores. First impressions were certainly impactful and meaningful. Not quite everything, but close. He supposed with a training session coming up and seeing everyone in one vicinity, he should get to know the place or at least one person. "I'm Lochlan." He held out a hand keeping his smile warm and friendly for now. Depending how things went in the kitchen, it'd determine whether he'd explore alone or with a tour guide.

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They were advised to get changed so that's what Lochlan did. He returned to his cabin and changed into active wear and followed where the people drifted. There was some essential low trodden walk to it and he wasn't let down when they led him directly to the arena. Lochlan felt like there should have been some trumpets or drums or something to add to the atmosphere. But it was still pretty cool. He had a moment's pause to decided where to sit and chose the half-familiar redhead. He flashed her a smile before sitting beside her.

Lochlan shifted a little trying to get comfortable on this kind of seating as he listened to what kind of shit storm camp had people spar just because. Was this some military/warrior in training camp thing? Lochlan filed up with the others to pick out a randomized token and returned to his seat. Pretty soon he was about to see what it was all about. He had probably never been as attentive and invested in his life.

This girl stepped up to face Nick. She wasn't scrawny but she wasn't much next to him, yet most treated it like another Monday. "Is this even legal?" he leaned close to his company but kept his eyes ahead. He had been through a scrap in his time but never against a girl.

He watched it like it was the best live action movie ever. Eyes widening in amazement, creeping to the edge of his seat. At the conclusion he was half tempted to applaud the show. But he could read a room. Or an arena anyway. Besides he had to arch an intrigued brow and smirk at Blair teasingly when her latest boytoy returned to her without hesitance to be coddled. She might have hooked a clingy one and that was always amusing.

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Iliana personally hated watching these duels and time after time, kept covering her eyes as she felt emotions run high throughout each. At least they weren’t overly negative, just intense. She hated feeling like such a coward. Still, her curiosity kept her watching. The duel between Posiden’s son and Andy was intense. Still, the new guy put up a good fight, even though he lost in the end. As nice as the guy was to her though, she was glad Andy won. She imagined her fight might be similar since she had elemental powers too. She had no hopes of winning since she couldn’t control them. At least from the sound of it, these fights wouldn’t result in actual physical harm. Still the dreaded, “What if” words swirled in her mind.

Next was Mason and Evelyn and that was another intense duel, even though the duel itself was vastly different from the previous one due to the abilities of both combatants. Every now and then, Iliana kept looking around the arena to see if she could spot the person with an orange token like hers. She was relieved she didn’t have to fight her brother or Ethan though. That would have torn her apart. The third duel was one that definitely got her attention. Sylas and Cherise. She hadn’t interacted with Cherise at all yesterday and did admit she missed her company. Sylas seemed to act like a perfect gentleman as he escorted her onto the field, but Iliana would be lying if she didn’t admit she feared the man and what he was capable of. She at least hoped that Cherise would at least be more aware of him now. Iliana herself was in no rush to interact with Sylas herself, but she would act cordially to him until he gave her a valid reason not to. The duel itself was fast.

Like everyone else, Iliana covered her eyes as the entire arena lit up instantly. Slowly opening her eyes, Iliana was a bit frazzled as she tried to recover. Who knew Cherise had that much power in her? Oh, she knew Apollo had such powers, but she only saw him use his healing powers. She recovered by the time Sylas grabbed hold of Cherise. In no time at all the girl surrendered. Why? All that Sylas did was hold her. He must have the ability to make her do something he wanted and that caused Iliana to shudder.

After that, Wes appeared in the Arena. Again, Iliana was relieved she didn’t have to fight someone she got along with and she did like Wesley. Maybe it was because he was the first camper she met and she knew he wasn’t a fighter. His opponent was someone she never saw before. Looks like new campers were still showing up. As the duel started, Iliana did hope Wes would win, despite the fact that the other duellist was proficient with fighting. Sadly, Wes did lose, but at least the winner was respectable and seemed nice. She did catch the girl’s name. Another Hera kid? Well this one seemed a lot better then the last two that were here. And she also caught the Irish accent. Still, Iliana was relieved to see Wes was okay.

The next duel wasn’t really a duel at all. It was Liam, and that new guy Lochlan. Iliana still wondered if Lochlan had anything to do with her voice returning. She couldn’t help but worry as Liam entered the arena, and she gasped when he effectively knocked out his opponent before the arena could even change. However, what happened next definitely put Iliana on edge as she watched Liam tower over Lochlan. She sighed in relief when he returned to the benches, sitting next to Sloane, no less.

After that it was Duke and Sloane. Watching the duel, Iliana couldn’t help but admire Sloane for persevering. It was admirable and Iliana hoped to be more like her in that aspect. Despite how brutal it got, Sloane came out on top.

Once Sylas left to his duel, the Daughter of Poseidon leaned forward; an elbow to a thigh and chin cupped in the palm. Fingers tip-tapped curiously at her chin and jawline. Cherise was the social butterfly of the group thus far – a cloying sweetheart that anyone would have to be a monster to beat down cruelly. Liv knew that the creature in the arena with the woman was a sly beast just looking for any opportunity to strike at someone. She wondered if Sylas hungered for it, too, like herself.

In the end, as Liv expected, Sylas spared the Daughter of Apollo. There was no need to squash her like the annoying little bug she was when it would be undeniably far too easy to do so. If he had done that, he might as well as sign away any chance he has at working his schemes through the camp. It was a good choice, and Liv admired his restraint when his opponent could have been humiliated a lot more than she was.

It might be a lot better to have Cherise on his side. For now.

It was her turn soon enough, and she wondered which unfortunate soul would end up in the arena constructed partly with Poseidon’s design. She hoped that they could swim – if not, oh well.

She stood, turned, and held the orange token in the air, "Who brought their bathing suit?" There was the hint of a dark knowing smirk that dashed across her lips. Liv was friendly, for the most part, but it seemed that it had changed. A series of events likely tipped her over into the more violent side of Poseidon, or maybe it was just a matter of time before she had to make that choice – to be good or bad.

Without another word, or even concern over who might stand, she turned her back on the group and headed for the arena.

Iliana heard Liv speak up and turned to look to see her holding up the other orange token. Apparently, Heath and Ethan saw it took. Iliana’s face turned white. Her brother and Ethan looked concerned too. They already got a taste of what an offspring of Poseidon could do when Nicholas and Andy dueled. Looks like this duel was going to be very similar to that one since both ladies had elemental powers, but since Iliana had very little control of her powers, this match would be extremely unpredictable. Iliana began shaking again, terrified of what she might do, but Ethan placed his hand on hers.

"It’ll be fine Iliana. No one can get seriously hurt in these duels, remember? Just do your best." he said.

Heath nodded in encouragement too. Taking a deep breath, Iliana got up and headed to the arena also.

When she reached it, she approached Liv and said, "Liv, I am going . . . . to apologize ahead of time if I hurt you badly . . . I have . . . . a hard time controlling . . . . my powers . . . because of my . . . emotions."

Her voice was still scratchy and it would take some time before it sounded normal again. At least she was making progress there though.

"Oh, little Mouse – you will be sorry, but not for the reasons you think," she warned her coldly.

Right then and there, the Arena began to mold to the powers and abilities of the two newest contestants. First, it shook and trembled, spires and steps of stone jutting forth. Then water flooded in between the crevices like a rushing river. Trees and fauna and flora entered; the flying of birds, the swish of marine life, and more. The child of the ocean and the one with command over nature and weather formed a space that was a fusion of the sea and a forest all in one. There were areas one could walk; with grass and trees sprouting from its surface. There were places where one could find themselves in the deepest of depths; swallowed by the sea and truly “swimming with the fishes”, as it were.

Liv was elevated by one of the jutting spires of stone, a far distance from her opponent. "Little Mouse – show me what you got." The smile that crossed her face was devious. It’s a good time to see what Iliana had up her sleeves. You know – for future reference.


Liv’s words confused Iliana a bit, but not before the space around and between them changed. She was not ready for it either and staggered as a pillar of stone pushed her into the air. Iliana was glad she wasn’t afraid of heights, but it was still unnerving. She looked around at the scenery. Under normal circumstances, she would have been comforted by it, even the water, but the situation was anything but normal. Even with her abilities, she knew that Liv had the upper hand for the demi-goddess was brimming with confidence. It made Iliana want to be more like that as far as wanting to control her own abilities. Once things settled and the arena was ready, Liv spoke out to her one last time. Even with the great gap between, Iliana could hear her.

"Very well. I’ll try," she responded, hopefully loud enough for Liv to hear her.

Thinking about what she could do first, Iliana went over her abilities. While she had killed using her agrokinesis ability, it was still her best skill, so she would try that first. Kneeling down, she placed her hand on the ground. The ground beneath Liv started to shake when suddenly multiple vines sprouted from the sides of the pillar and aimed right for Liv in an attempt to immobilize her.

The daughter of Poseidon leaped into action as soon as the ground began the quake. Quick on her feet, she managed to avoid a vine or two. Some of them swiped at her heels, waist, and other parts of her body until two eventually ensnared her. A tight feeling snaked around both her right wrist and waist, putting Liv to a dead stop.

A smirk curled across her lips; it was dark and amused but only for a split second. As the vine around her waist squeezed tighter and tighter, Liv put on a play of over-dramatics and started to give off desperation in her voice, "Iliana! You’re… you’re k-killing me! Aaaah!" She put on a very real display of struggling against Iliana’s power, "Iliana, control yourself!!!"

Iliana panicked the moment she heard and saw Liv struggle. The vines actually did squeeze tighter but stopped when Iliana snapped out of it. Not wanting to make the same mistake again, she actually did recall the lessons Heath’s aunts taught her, to always focus on her breath. Her need to not hurt anyone like that again overrides any other feeling for if she would have been paying attention to Liv’s feelings she would have not felt any pain prior to her shouting. The vines began to loosen around Liv as Iliana made sure she was placed on solid ground before vanishing back underground. Iliana was now torn on what to do so she decided to see what the demigoddess would do next.

Liv decided to waste no time. The instant her feet hit the ground, she smirked. That was very easy. Waiting would be Iliana’s downfall, or so that’s was the Demigoddess of the sea thought. She put her arms out to her sides and the sea water began to disappear from their pockets. A slight tremble of the Arena floor might suggest that it all slithered underground. When she rose her hands upward, the water erupted all around Iliana. She clapped her hands together, closing the jet streams, officially engulfing her opponent in a wall of sea. It would feel like Iliana was drowning, and drowning always caused panic. Liv liked to see people squirm a little bit - like Duke the other morning.

It would feel endless. The current was only strong enough to lift Iliana slightly off of her feet, but not enough to jet her upwards completely.

Iliana knew Liv had power over water like Nicholas did, but she still wasn’t expecting to be surrounded by water. Caught off guard, she soon realized her predicament. Iliana had closed her eyes when the water engulfed her, but when she tried opening them, the saltwater stung them instantly. Now she was in trouble and she began to fear what was going to happen. In her desperation, she tried swimming in any direction, but the current proved to be troublesome. She tried quieting her turbulent mind. As a result of her panicking, the weather outside started to change as the wind picked up. She knew she was running out of time and could feel her lungs starting to burn. Suddenly, an idea jumped into her head at the last minute. Thrusting her hand forward, vines bursted out beneath her and wrapping around her, it literally threw her out of the wall of water in her desperate attempt to get out of the situation. She landed hard on the ground though and groaned in pain as she tried regaining her breath, leaving her totally vulnerable to any other attack.

Liv was not one to give her opponents any openings or relief, so she was on the attack once again. Even though Iliana posed no threat at all, a quick elimination was in order. All of this manipulation over the water was a little tiring, after all. Those pillars of rushing sea still gushed from the ground, so the Daughter of Poseidon began to make hasty motions with her hands. Bolts of water came at Iliana from all directions in an attempt to just overwhelm her. Yes, it would also hurt as they collided with the girl, but that was not the end goal. Submission was the only thing Liv wanted, as the sky above was beginning to warp with Iliana’s emotions. That would be annoying.

Iliana wasn’t prepared for Liv’s next attack. The water hitting her felt like being hit by a freight train on multiple fronts. She tried to think of something, but she was exhausted by this point, mentally and physically. Not being able to take it anymore, she threw in the towel.

"I . . . . surrender . . . "

The instant she said that the attack stopped and the arena turned back to normal. It takes Iliana some time to catch her breath, but when she does, she manages to stand up and walk back to her seat, where she instantly collapses onto Heath, who allows her to lay her head on his lap.

Liv did not stick around for kind words, either. She went back to her seat with a mild disappointment that she didn't get to pull off something more... dangerous. Maybe next time.

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Ethan felt bad for Iliana. He knew she didn't want to fight, but rules were rules. He saw her downtrodden look when she returned, orange token in hand. At least he didn't have to fight her or Heath. Looking at his green token, he wondered who he'd have to face. Well, he'd have to wait and see, won't he?

The first duel was between Nicholas and Andy. The duel was very intense, and Ethan couldn't but gap in awe at the two combatants. It seemed to be going back and forth until Andy finally came out on top. However, both she and Nicholas were exhausted. Even watching them tired him out. He knew with his own abilities; his duel wouldn't be as intense since he powers leaned more to supportive and defensive, rather than offensive.

He wouldn't worry about that yet for soon the next duel started and it was Mason and Evelyn. Now this duel definitely interests him more since he had more interaction with one of them, Evelyn. He genuinely like the redhead and hoped to get to know her better. So, it was hard to watch her duel with Mason, who was definitely intimidating. Evelyn did put up a good fight, but Mason did win in the end. Ethan was glad there seemed to be no permanent injuries at least. That was good. Of course, Nicholas did say there was to be none of that anyway, but Ethan wanted to be reassured of what he said was true.

The third duel was between Cherise and Sylas. Ethan watched as the man escorted the girl to the fighting area. Much like Evelyn, he also like Cherise, even though the girl and her friend, Rae, scared the crap out of him that one time when they pulled him in for a dance. Man, had it already been a few days ago? It felt like ages with all that had happened. Ethan didn't know what to expect from this fight, especially with Sylas involved. One thing he wasn't expecting though was to be blinded by an intense light. He covered his eyes much like every else when that happened. The duel didn't last long, even though it was very action pack. Ethan was pleasantly surprised to see just how efficient Cherise was with a quiver, but that's because she was Apollo's daughter right? Still once Sylas got a hold of her, it ended pretty quickly. Looking carefully, Ethan wondered if Sylas used some kind of mental power to make the girl submit. It had to be the case. Looking at Sylas, Ethan wondered if he was just 'playing it safe' for now considering what his trial revealed yesterday. The guy was obviously smart, so that wouldn't surprise him.

After their duel it was Wesley and some new girl. Wondering who she was, Ethan paid close attention to the action. The duel itself was surprising for Wesley had some good tricks up his sleeve, but even in the end even he lost. Still the fact he held out for that long gave him some hope for himself for he had NO fighting experience whatsoever. He couldn't figure out which God the new girl belongs to, but she was definitely cunning. At least the duel ended amicably. Ethan did hear the girl introduce herself as Hera's daughter though. Oh boy, another Hera child, but this one looked and acted decent at least. After the pair left, another new camper appeared. Ethan wondered just how many new campers would show up. He had seen Nicholas lay his head on some unknown girl's lap and he recalled that one bit of commentary this morning after the duel announcement. Not wanting to think of that moment again, his eyes looked at the new guy.

Seeing Liam join him definitely made Ethan nervous. Not even waiting for the arena to change, the Liam just hits the guy square in the fact in a quick knock out. Ethan winced, feeling bad for the guy. At least Liam left the arena without doing anything else. After that there was a very close match between Sloane and Duke, but Sloane managed to win, barely, but she won. It was times like this Ethan was glad the injuries people had would magically go away right after the fight.

His thoughts were interrupted when Liv spoke, and he saw her orange token. His gaze shifted to Iliana, who had turned white. Oh dear, this was not good. Iliana looked stricken and Ethan quickly placed his hand on top of her hand.

He said gently, ”It’ll be fine Iliana. No one can get seriously hurt in these duels, remember? Just do your best.”

He saw Heath nod in acknowledgement too. This seemed to calm Iliana down a bit as she took a deep breath and head for the arena herself. The two briefly interacted before the duel began. Much like the first one it did involve elemental abilities. Ethan winced at the beating Iliana took for Liv was much more aggressive than her brother. At least Iliana got one hit in before being defeated. When she returned, she pretty much collapsed on top of Heath and ended up laying her head on his lap. Heath himself didn't look happy and something seemed to be on his mind, but Ethan would wait to ask him what was up after the duels were done.

The longer the duels went on, the more uncertain Veronica could feel herself becoming; she wasn’t a fighter. Flighter most definitely, given how she’d rarely stuck out any meaningful confrontation in her life. Except when it came to her mother, she thought. The one and only time she could remember standing up for herself was to bemoan her very existence.

Glancing around the array of demigods she briefly caught the gaze of the girl who had recently beaten a guy who could only be her brother; the girl nodded towards the arena and gave her a smile of encouragement and a wink. The moment was fleeting, but it was a rare one of support since it was something she’d often lacked; even here other than Heath she mostly felt alone. Though, perhaps having a sibling might provide her with a sense of stability that her other family had so often failed to do; but she didn’t allow herself to dwell too much on such hopes.

Taking advantage of the lull following the previous duel, Veronica stood up and made her way over to the trio containing her opponent. Holding out her green token she smiled first at Heath then towards Ethan, perhaps a little more nervously than she’d hoped before speaking.

”Hey, I’m Veronica. I think I’m up against you. If you want to go next, maybe?” Her resolve was already beginning to flake as she wrapped her arms around herself tightly, the token tapping against her upper arm while she moved to take a shuffling step back.

Ethan was surprised to see someone come near them. Her words also drew Heath's attention too. Iliana had fallen asleep by this time.

"Oh, sure. I am Ethan, Hestia's son. After you."

Heath wished him luck. Waving at them, he followed Veronica down into the arena.

When Veronica stepped onto the sandy floor of the arena, she could feel the warm air trickling over her skin as it carried with it the sweet scents of her deepest desire that seemed to pull her from the moment into a reverie associated with each. Her attention was brought back as Ethan joined her, with his presence bringing about a more visible change to their surroundings to suit both of the combatants' needs. Greek pillars popped out of the ground and some structures. A table of weapons appeared also. Ethan approached it, but he had no idea what to pick since he had no weapon training whatsoever.

"You know it's a darn shame we can't play a simple game. I love playing dominos hehe," he said awkwardly, trying to make light of the situation. In the end he settled for a bō staff. He didn't know how to use it, but it was better than nothing and he wasn't bound to use a blade for obvious reasons.

The selection of weapons arrayed was impressive and, if she was being honest with herself, rather daunting. Obviously, she’d played pretend as much as any, and her years in drama had seen her make use of dozens of props and tools but that was a far cry from any of the incredibly deadly implements before her. After a failed attempt to lift some of the heavier weapons and sending a sword flying from her hands after a couple of practice swings, she instead settled on a rather plain pair of fighting sticks that she could at least wave around without falling over.

Seeing Veronica picked out her own weapons, Ethan offered his hand and said, "Good luck and let's try to end this as painless as possible."

Veronica paused for a moment as she looked down at the outstretched hand, her eyes flickering to the own before she tucked one of her fighting sticks under the other arm so she could return the gesture, wondering if he’d waited till the most awkward moment to wish her the best. ”Um, yeah. Sure. You too.” She had her doubts she could do much to him, and she had no idea what she was in for especially after some of the spectacles she’d seen from the others.

After that, Ethan walked away from her and stood at a good distance. He wanted to try and think of what he could do before actually making a move. Instantly he went over his abilities and figured his best options were to use his ability to change structure, or he could try to use his serenity inducement to calm Veronica down to the point where she wouldn't want to fight. As he tried to figure things out, he eyed Veronica closely.

She hadn’t known what to do at first but singing softly to herself she’d begun to dance to the tune, her movements starting slowly and uncertainly but becoming more purposeful and driven as a smile spread upon her lips. While she could often struggle in more social situations the grace and majesty she could project on stage was returning as she faced off against her opponent, a warm calm that filled her with purpose. After all, what was the duel but simply a performance of her talents?

The moment Veronica started to dance, Ethan could instantly feel her power affect him and he knew he was dealing with another Aphrodite child. But lucky for him he also had the ability to influence other's emotions, so he had a bit more immunity, but it wouldn't last for long though. He instantly used his own serenity inducement on himself, he had to stay calm. But it was hard, for Veronica was very good with what she was doing. He had to think of something quick or he be done for. He had to prevent her from getting any closer to him. Suddenly it dawned on him on what he could do. As long as he had structures around him, he could manipulate them into any form her chose. This included the bō he held, he held it to the ground, causing it to change form and branch out into many forms, slowly creating a maze around them. It did it's intended purpose, it stopped Veronica from reaching him, but Ethan knew like all mazes, there would be a way to get to him.

Though she had been edging closer and closer to her foe, weaving an alluring figure as she swayed from foot to foot, she had felt the ground beneath her feet twisting as they reshaped to trip her. Rather than closing the gap between them to allow her to attempt to reduce her opponents resolve she could feel her plans unravelling as the arena around them was becoming a twisting nightmare that reminded her of something from Escher; already she was weapon-less having lost one then both as the arena’s maze had thrown her off-balance while it had formed.

Wherever Veronica was, Ethan had to seal all of her exits. First, he had to figure out where she was. Maybe he could change the material the maze was made out of. Thinking for a few minutes, he figured something out. Placing his hand on the wall in front of him, he changes the walls of the maze to become glass. Seeing Veronica, he saw her back was too him. Relieved to see she was okay physically. He changes the structure again so the glass connects to form one big dome around her, effectively trapping her inside. However, he did make sure there were breathing holes.

As she spun around trying to locate Ethan, what she’d at first thought was a hall of mirrors she instead realised was a glass dome that had rapidly formed around her and now seemed to be shrinking ever smaller with her inside. At first she’d tried to break her way free but her fists left no impact and neither did her shoes, so with no way out from her claustrophobic prison she’d had no alternative save but to surrender, curling tightly into a ball.

Once Veronica surrendered, the dome vanished completely. Instantly Ethan went to go check on her. "Hey are you okay? I am sorry if anything I did scared you. You actually did well, for I had to think on my feet there. Can I escort you back to your seat?"

Veronica lay on the smooth sand for a moment, her eyes closed as memories flashed behind her eyelids. It had been a long time since she’d felt trapped like that, and taking her a few shuddering breaths she regained some composure. It had only lasted a few heartbeats but it seemed to have stretched for hours. Uncurling from where she lay, she gingerly got to her feet and accompanied Ethan back up out of the arena.

”Thank you, I’m fine. Congrats on the win, that maze was neat; did you create it from memory or just in the heat of the moment? I don’t even think we ‘fought’ like the others did, like neither of us met the other, you know?” she smiled at him wearily before detouring back to her seat when they joined the others.

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Heath watched the duels carefully. He was going to take full advantage of being a spectator and felt watching these duels could help him in his own. No duel was completely the same even though there had been similarities. Even before and after the duels, Heath watched the combatants' demeanors. He decided to not show any bias towards any of the duelists, until it was Iliana's duel. She had been terrified, but Ethan's words calmed her down. Knowing Liv and Nicholas were siblings, he already had an idea of what Iliana was up against. He listened carefully as Iliana interacted with Liv. He didn't like how the woman treated his sister and Iliana didn't seem to notice just how insulting Poseidon's daughter was. However she was telling her the truth too, that was until during the duel when Liv told Iliana was killing her. Iliana had been in perfect control until then. Heath mentally cursed. Liv was smart and used Iliana's fear to her advantage. After that, the duel got more brutal, but Iliana did surprise him in trying to get herself out of the precarious situation she was in. However in the end she did lose, which didn't surprise Heath, but he was still proud of her. Soon she returned to them and ended up laying her head on his lap and falling asleep, obviously exhausted. There seem to be a pause in between duels when Veronica suddenly appeared and addressed Ethan. This definitely caught Ethan off guard, probably because he wasn't expecting to be dueling a woman. Heath knew his friend had been raised to respect women due to his southern upbringing. So it was no surprised that Ethan escorted Veronica down into the arena. This duel was like the polar opposite of Iliana's duel. Ethan definitely went with his strengths. While Heath had seen Ethan use his abilities, he never saw him use them without careful planning. Seeing him think of a quick solution so quickly made Heath proud of him and just like what Ethan hoped, the duel did end without either party getting hurt. Heath had looked in Wesley's direction to see if he had figured out if Veronica was his sister. Even at a distance, Heath had felt her power affecting him even though it had been directed at Ethan.

As the duo returned to Heath, Ethan answered Veronica's question.

"It was a spur of the moment. My dad is an architect and I want to be one too, so I am used to careful planning when it comes to my powers. But I remembered that I can create anything as long as something has form. I can't create something out of nothing like Andy, the one who battled Nicholas."

Once the two part ways, Ethan sat down next to Heath.

"Well done," Heath said before the two friends continued to watch another duel.

Trinity and Rae's duel reminded Ethan of a Rodeo Bull ride when he went to Texas once with his father. Only a lot more intense. It was no major surprise Trinity did end up on top. What was unexpected was that Rae went full frontal and apparently had no problem barring all. Both Ethan and Heath looked away out of respect, but not before getting an eyeful of her obvious beautiful figure. It was a relief when the camper with Nicholas gave Rae something to cover herself. Several guys complained but for two very conservative men, Heath and Ethan were relieved. And that last duel also seemed to be the last one for Nicholas appeared in the arena to mention that. Heath wondered why but saw how much time had passed. Maybe they would pick things up another time. Heath looked down at Iliana and gently shook her shoulder.

"Lia, the duels are done for today," he said.

Iliana eventually came to and was surprised to see she had actually fallen asleep. She did feel a bit better though. Slowly sitting up, she looked at her brother.

"Wha?" she asked, her voice a bit groggy.

Heath smiled when he replied, "The duels are done for now. We can leave. Do you want to get something to eat? The sun is going down."

Iliana nodded and the trio left the arena and headed for the Main hall. They were almost there when they saw Liv leave and headed in another direction. This reminded Heath of the Iliana's duel and he decided to tell Iliana what happened.

"Um, Iliana, Liv lied to you during your duel. You weren't killing her. She did it to get the upper hand on you. You actually were in complete control of your power."

This caused Iliana to pause. Her eyes widen and sudden she felt anger, but not towards Liv, towards herself. She kept getting duped. Liv was a smart person and Iliana did inadvertently told her one of her weaknesses. She knew Heath nor Ethan wouldn't be so easily tricked.

Taking a deep breath, Iliana looked at Heath and Ethan and said, "I guess I better stop being naive then. I need to get stronger and smarter. I just don't know how."

Both guys thought about it before Heath spoke up.

"Why not ask Nicholas or some of the other girls here for help? Ethan and I will always be here to help you, but we're not experienced when it comes to fighting. We definitely need help in that area for sure."

Ethan nodded and the trio finally entered the hall, only to see Nicholas eating. When Iliana saw him, she thought of what Ethan and Heath said and made a beeline for him.

"Um, hi, sorry for interrupting, but I just wanted to ask you a quick question. You're here to help us train better right? I need to become a smarter fighter. Can you help me in that area? If you can't it's fine, I'll ask someone else."

Ethan and Heath allowed Iliana her space and got something to eat and sat nearby so they were within earshot.




Nelly enjoyed all of the duels. Having perfect visual memory, she knew she would be remembering everything she saw today. For her the most entertaining part was watching Liam knocking out one guy cold before the duel could even begin. She couldn't help but laugh at that, even though she did feel bad for the other dude. She was genuinely surprised when she heard Iliana speak. Wasn't the girl mute? She would ask her what happened when she got the chance. It was very interesting to see new campers show up. Nelly would have tried initiating her own duel, but another one would start up almost instantly. When Rae and Trinity's duel started, she was determined to get up and find out who had the same color chip as she did. That duel was definitely one of Nelly's favorites and she found herself laughing again after the duel was over. Rae had shapeshifted into a lion during the duel and when she changed back, she was in her birthday suit. What made Nelly laughed was some of the guys' reactions, especially Heath and Ethan's. It was obvious that most of the guys were enjoying the view though. Soon another new camper appeared and gave Rae something to put on. It wasn't long after that that Nicholas said the duels were over.

"Well shoot! I wanted to have my duel. Oh well," she grumbled before standing up and going towards the arena.

Approaching Rae, Nelly smiled and said, "Wow, Rae, that shapeshifting skill of yours was so cool. You and Trinity are awesome. Say maybe one day we have an all girls night and go skinny dipping hehe."

Nelly had been raised to be proud of her female body and so wouldn't be shy about baring all either.

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"I actually thought you did really well," Trinity replied with a smile.

Wes was beaming from ear to ear. It wasn't often he got a compliment in regards to anything combative, especially not front Trinity. She was often trying to get him to try harder, so hearing he did good made him elated. It was like being told someone was proud of him. He couldn't recall if anyone has ever said they were proud of him. Wes always struggled with feeling like he was never enough... But to her, he was.

Without another thought or second's hesitation, Wes wrapped his arm around Trinity's shoulders, pulling her in a bit closer so he could place a tender kiss atop her head. "I love you, blondie," he mumbled quietly into her hair so that only she could hear him.

Wes kept her close with his arm around her as they watched an unknown face enter the arena. It wasn't unusual for there to be an influx of new campers showing up out of the blue, but he was still surprised at the how many he had seen... 4... 5? The guy looked to be searching for someone. His emotions were strong enough that even Wes could feel them, although he wouldn't say anything. He just sat their quietly and watched as he raised a token and Liam answered the call. The son of Ares was barely in the arena when the newbie seemed to find what he was looking for. Wes sat too far away to hear what he said, but apparently Liam didn't care. The kid was out cold on the ground before the fight had even started.

Next was Duke and Sloane. If he was a betting man, Wes would put his money on Duke. He had no idea the capabilities Sloane possessed, but she was quiet and mousy. Her reluctance to use her powers or fight reminded him a bit of himself and the sad truth is, he'd never put money on himself either. Duke seemed well fought and smart, plus he was battle worn from the year before. Wes isn't a warrior and even he knows that it changes people. But to his surprise, Sloane somehow kept holding on. The entire fight she was barely able to keep up, but she was smart. And in the end she won, by the skin of her teeth. He didn't know her well, but even found himself a little proud of her perseverance.

In a similar fashion Liv and Iliana were next. And while Iliana was a kind girl, even with her trial put on display for everyone the day before, Wes had a hard time believing that girl was capable of hurting a fly. The daughter of Poseidon, on the other hand, she seemed like she was always out for blood and didn't care who got in her way. So it came as no surprise that she managed to take Iliana's fear of others and twist it to her advantage.

Wes didn't even pretend to understand the intricacies of sparring and combat, but he tried his best to pay attention. Maybe he could learn something. But the next duel left him confused. There was dancing... and singing... and a maze? He didn't have a clue. Wes never claimed to be a smart man, but he thought the point was to fight. Perhaps she was a child of Apollo. They had a special way with music... right? He had no idea. He had been there for over 2 years and still didn't have a clue when it came to demigod bull.

Then there was a gentle tap on his knee before Trinity rose to her feet. Wes gave her a reassuring smile as he watched her make her way to the arena. Unlike the trials, there wasn't a huge pit in his stomach this time. He knew she could kick ass. And that was how the fight started off. It seemed as though it was going to be over pretty quickly... Until Rae shifted into a fucking lion! Wes couldn't help himself, he jumped to his feet when the feline roared. He knew the arena was enchanted but now Trinity was facing something different entirely. He couldn't help but worry for her safety. Everything shifted from what felt like a spar to a gladiatorial contest.

It was hard for Wes to keep up, but eventually Trinity managed to wrangle the lion into submission. Fighting turned to writhing until the arena reset held a now naked redhead. Unable to help himself, Wes shouted out. "Yeah!" He clapped his hands but no one seemed to join in. He laughed nervously knowing he made a fool of himself. But he didn't care. "That's my girlfriend!" he announced proudly. Then after a moment, he smiled awkwardly while rubbing the back of his head. "The lion tamer... not the naked one," he corrected before sinking back into his seat.

Wes smiled proudly as Trinity returned to the stands beside him. "I knew you'd win."

Nick made his way back up to the arena to address everyone. Wes hadn't even noticed that the sun was starting to set. How long had they been out there? "Great fights. There’s not much to say other than… I’m ready to eat, so let’s get out of here."

Once everyone had started leaving Wes sighed softly. "Hungry?" He lightly patted Trinity's thigh. "We could go to the main hall or I could grab us something and we could have a picnic at the beach. Andy?" he offered, leaning forward to get a look at the quiet brunette who sat on the other side of Trinity.

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Wes seemed to evaluate her hypothetical spar question and answer truthfully. And it was true that now he had an arm possessing the strength of a terminator he might have had the increased odds of one-upping his opponents. For Trinity, and Wes she imagined, it was a blessing and a curse, or at least Wes liked to be more bright side about it whereas even Trinity saw it as half a reminder of what he lost. But she was grateful Duke cooked up an enhanced arm for the son of Aphrodite overall.

"If we were boxing I might of won," he said with a chuckle. "Why? Are you wanting to train me?"

Trinity grinned and waved down a hand. “Easy, Rocky. You gotta earn the privilege to be trained by a star athlete,” she joked. Besides, more realistically he had seen what the Ares siblings were like when training others. Eg. Sloane.

Of course her man had found them a vacant table with ease, navigating through the other bodies to find a decent spot for the pair. And similarly, of course, she worried briefly her early dinner discussion had dampened his spirit when he sighed and slouched back in his chair. "I don't know how I feel about it," he answered.

She matched his sad smile briefly, before averting her gave, pursing her lips and forking around her own food.

"I never was ok with what she did to Jennova. It was still murder, but I feel like everyone deserves a second chance. If I was judged solely based on how I was when I came to camp... I don't think we'd be where we are now." The statement made her lift her gaze back on him, meeting his eyes.

“Suppose not,” she muttered under her breath. More to herself than him. She was glad for his turn around and to have him. It'd be a whole alternate universe if Wes stayed the way he first was, to the point they wouldn't even be sitting together and he would have bedded most the camp already. But even so, he wasn't on par with Alex's stunt. And it took...a lot not to argue that. They were completely different people.

"She seemed sorry for it, or at least I thought she was. But then she nearly killed Andy. I don't know all of what happened to cause Alex to go after her, but... That's just not ok," he followed on with. It was good at least he wasn't blinded by the godly ladder and status quo, acknowledging her royal screw-ups. "I'm mad she left without taking accountability. And I think it's unfair that a daughter of Zeus can murder and nearly do it again, and get what? A slap on the wrist and a trip to Olympus? While Liam went to Tartarus for a day."

Trinity raised her brows at his own admittance. Now that it had been verbally highlighted it sounded incredibly ridiculous and unfair. Everyone knew it but now just....wow. She stabbed some food on her fork and popped it in her mouth to stop any nasty comments, gestures or looks. They wouldn't be meant or directed at Wesley, but the circumstances her brother had to face compared to little miss sun shines out of her arse. She might've thrown in a joke how Tartarus was like the strict school that reformed gods in other circumstances, but she couldn't because that was her blood that copped the punishment without trial, no chance, no warning and he got sent to the worst place in existence.

Wes laughed lightly out of the blue. "Apparently I just need more friends." Was his epic conclusion. A little burn-y personally but... At the same time, he reached for her slowly and began softly stroking her forearm. "You're all I need... But I'm pretty sure you'd murder me if I just followed you around all the time."

He drew a smile out of her. Wes seemed to read her mind by seeing the other side of discussions and potential misinterpretations and insults. He even placed a sweet assuring kiss on her knuckles making her eyes light up with further admiration for him. She mockingly cheekily shrugged in response with a smirk. “Maybe. Maybe not.”

She returned to what remained of her food. A table nearby had Iliana awkwardly lingering over Nick for some counsel probably. Guess she'd see just what the son of Poseidon's duty was here. "What about Theo? How do you feel about that?" Even through all the talking, Wes managed to beat her to an empty plate. Trinity nodded finishing the last mouthful and wiping her mouth with a napkin. "He seems to come and go a lot without a word... And is gone more than he's around."

“Great question. Um....the guy's a ghost,” Trinity put simply. “Don't get me wrong I have nothing but respect for him, and he has a lot of other consuming duties and... it's a shame but it's reality. There are times where I think we could use his expertise more and camp should be the priority but...you know we don't really owe each other anything?” Trinity squinted hoping that made sense. Theo had no obligation to tell her his schedule and though it sucked, it was just the way the cookie crumbled. Trinity didn't take it personally. And had roles been reversed she was sure he wouldn't take it personally either.

“Speaking of ghosts,” Trinity reached forward this time for Wes's hands. “If I do go missing without a word it's probably not by choice. It's probably...” she paused to contemplate the scenarios “really bad. Or like a mega important emergency. I just want you to know I wouldn’t leave you without…anything.” She never felt the need to justify herself before but Wes was important to her and she didn’t want him thinking she’d just up and vanish on him if she could help it. If it was some sort of abduction even for instance, she’d leave one hell of a struggle.

With all laid out on the table, at least the buzzing topics, Trinity sat back. In their silence, though probably peaceful to Wes, Trinity’s mind was quick to draw to his mechanical arm. Even though it was one of those things now and Wes had adapted well, it was an elephant at the same time, no one else had an arm or limb like that and…. She had to wonder how much he missed being full flesh. Trinity pursed her lips. They had talked plenty about it and if she kept bringing it up, Wes would probably think she had a problem with it but one big query did enter. “Does any of your family know about the accident?” she pointed with her fork to the prosthetic briefly and almost felt guilty for daring to ask, afraid for the answer. She knew his family and him didn't have the tightest relationship but....if your kid loses an arm in war...- well she just thought that was a bit note-worthy at the least. Maybe Aphrodite would have popped down, checked his well-being, seen what she could do about the arm herself rather than a son of Hephaestus. The current circumstances pretty much painted a picture, either way, it being quite ugly.

Trinity sighed. “Sorry. Blondie question.” She tried a weak smile at him before scooping up the dishes. “All done? Wanna head back to the cabins?”

She put away their dishes for cleaning and regrouped to head for her cabin. Wesley's was nicer but she always felt a little out of place, like her rough nature was enough alone to ruin his whole home or break stuff.

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Nick had been minding his own business, feeding his voracious and seemingly neverending appetite.

"Um, hi, sorry for interrupting, but I just wanted to ask you a quick question. You're here to help us train better right? I need to become a smarter fighter. Can you help me in that area? If you can't it's fine, I'll ask someone else." It was the voice of a female, which intrigued him. Obviously. When he glanced up, he sort of cocked his head to the side and gave her a studious glance over.

A light smile touched his lips because he’s a friendly guy. There was no need to be rude. As imposing as he might appear, Nicholas was a down-to-earth sweetheart – intercom oopsies aside. He picked up a plump red apple, planted an elbow on the tabletop, and took a crunchy bite out of it. It was a bit juicier than he imagined, so a bit of it ran down the corner of his mouth and dribbled down his jawline.

Smooth. Real smooth.

He was letting Iliana soak in her own question for a bit as he formulated his own opinion. Being the son of Poseidon, he supposed it was only fair that someone comes to him. He was the child of one of the three greatest gods. Supposedly, anyway.

"A smarter fighter," he parroted while his head nodded a few times and he took another bite of the apple. He glanced over her shoulder for a moment to spare a look at Ethan and Heath but paid them no mind for now. It seemed that the girl had come here of her own volition. He gestured toward the seat in front of him.

Nicholas, while he was many things that might make him appear untrustworthy, didn’t have an ounce of malicious intent in his bones. "Do you need to be a smarter fighter or a confident one? I’m not that smart, so I can’t give you the smart fighter playbook." He tapped the side of his head to make a point. "Don’t answer that. You already know. You’ve got to have confidence."

He finished up the apple while letting her stew in his words for a few minutes. There was no rush. As far as he was concerned, the girl seemed legitimately in need of some kind of guidance. He didn’t know anything about the Demigods here, so her wasn’t going to pretend to have knowledge that he didn’t possess. What he could offer was his view of her spar, which he watched closely, even if his head was planted in another person’s lap.

It was a nice lap… His thoughts drifted for a moment.

He blinked and was back to the matter at hand. He sighed deeply and let it out slowly, "The truth is that you will most likely never know your opponent. Unless you’re a super genius or maybe it’s your arch-enemy. You just need to know yourself and your own abilities. You don’t even have the basic skills to begin fighting “smartly”."

As he started to list off a few things, he lifted his hands and pointed to one finger for each item, "Confidence– first and most importantly. You don’t know your strengths, weaknesses, and the depths and limitations of your abilities." It might have sounded cruel or judgemental, but it wouldn’t serve anyone well to be dishonest about things. These things might be hard to hear, but they were necessary.

He crossed both of his arms over the table and leaned forward, "I’m not sure anyone can help you with those things. You have to find those on your own. Until you know all of that, no one can teach you how to fight." He looked her in the eyes, "But that doesn’t mean we can’t try."

He slapped the table top and gave her a wide and goofy smile, "But it’s going to cost you! You’ll need to be up at 5 am ready to learn. I’ll need a couple of hours of your time, too. It’s not an easy task, but I’m confident that you’ll get there eventually."

He pulled himself up and took a couple of steps forward. He gave her a light pat on the shoulder, "See you before the sun’s up tomorrow," he reminded her while getting on his way.

When he was on the way out, he slipped past Sloane and Rocco. "Cute pup," he mentioned in passing. He stopped for a moment and took a step back, "Good fight, too." Nick gave her a wink, tucked his hands into his pockets, and resumed his forward motion to the next destination. Wherever that was. He’s not sure. Sometimes he just wanders…

After some time he had stumbled upon a glint of red hair in the distance. Evelyn. Not that he knew her name. He could have gotten his jacket from her at that time, but with a single step forward, Sylas’ figure slipped into his field of vision. Shame.

It was probably better that way. While he wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed already, he was dullest when around beautiful women.

He turned to head in another direction, not about to intrude on someone else’s conversation. He didn’t care anyway.

Eventually, Nick found his way to a cliff, and in the longest distance, his sister was in the middle of the ocean looking like an evil Little Mermaid. He stood there with his arms crossed over his chest and wondered how much longer they would have to play this game. Nicholas didn’t want what his father forcefully bestowed upon him. If he could just hand it off to his wanting sister, he would do it in a heartbeat. He didn’t blame her for how she was beginning to turn out. It was not easy being the daughter of Poseidon – a misogynistic piece of work. She would be better suited than him. He wanted to be free of burdens but was overwhelmed by them.

It was just a shame. All that potential was slipping into the dark. He was supposed to be here for everyone, but he couldn’t help but feel drawn to trying to lift his sister up. She loathed him, but he didn’t hate her. He was sorry that he was her brother… and that being his sister, even if she was stronger or more willing… she was automatically beneath him because of that.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. What could he do, though?