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Theo Smith

The Loyal Wolf

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a character in “Camp Athens: The Second Year”, as played by yukoman997

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

a g e x // x21

g e n d e r x // xMale

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

o r i g i n x // xPhiladelphia, USA

s p e c i e s x // xdemigod

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






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ON THE SURFACE


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

w e i g h t x // x215 lbs.

h a i r x // xTheo has dirty blonde hair. The length of his hair varies from time to time, but he typically keeps it short and pushed out of his face. He did let it grow out long just before the war last year, but that got too troublesome. His facial hair can also vary. Sometimes he lets it grow into a beard, but generally it is pretty clean shaven.

e y e s x // xTheo has dark green eyes with flecks of hazel in close to the pupil.


o d d i t i e s x // xTheo has a tattoo of an empty quiver on his right bicep. He also has a wolf's face tattooed on his left wrist in silver ink and an arrow pointing downward tattooed on his left calf muscle.

a p p e a r a n c e x // xTheo is considered to be extremely handsome. He is broad shouldered, tall, and muscular. He has generally fair skin as he can hardly catch any type of tan. Theo has a legendary smirk that he throws around with the utmost of confidence.






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A B I L I T I E S
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a n i m a n g u sx // x Theo can change into a wolf or a deer. He loves his wolf state and can be found hunting or running in it regularly. He can also speak to any animal in any form.

h e a l i n gx // x Theo can heal animals exceptionally well, but his ability to heal humans are very limited.

s e n s i b i l t yx // x Theo has supernaturally enhanced senses from his heritage. He can see, hear, and smell for miles. He also can sense things like danger and changes in the weather.



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m a r k s m a n s h i px // x Theo is remarkable with a bow or any other long range weapon. No one can out shoot Theo.

w e a p o n r yx // x Theo is skilled and knowledgeable in the use of all weapons.

i n t e l l i g e n c ex // x Theo is well trained, able to plan ahead extremely well and adapt to any situation on the run.



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f i g h t i n gx // x Theo is not the greatest hand to hand fighter. Without weapons, he can overpower any normal human being, but most demigods can best him.

t e a m w o r kx // x Theo kind of does his own thing in any battle situation. It isn't that he disregards others, he just doesn't want to be responsible for anyone but himself.

p h y s i c a l i t yx // x For a demigod, Theo is not the strongest guy out there. Demigods with super strength overpower him with ease.





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P E R S O N A L I T Y
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Few people know the real Theo. He definitely has walls developed through years of feeling out of place in the world. Many of those walls have started to come down to the people at camp, as Theo has found a place that truly feels like home to him. He is intensely loyal. When Theo chooses to stand by someone, it is a done deal. He won't turn his back on them for anything. His friends mean as much to him as anything in the world. Lately, Theo has learned to enjoy every second he has with them. He chooses laughter and happiness over his old ways of meditation and loneliness.

He is strong minded to the point of stubbornness. He has his certain ways of doing things and dealing with people. If someone attempts to pull him out of his ways, Theo quickly shows that he won't be the one to budge. He absolutely hates being told what to do. He could certainly be called a creature of habit and routine. This can be seen in his intense focus on his duties and his training. He is driven to be as strong and prepared for the next encounter as he can possibly be.

Far removed from his old bad boy facade, Theo has turned into a very deep and caring person. All of the alone time in deep thought from before camp made him a very good listener now. He knows how to put himself in the shoes of anyone and look at their problems from a practical and rational standpoint. Theo just wishes he dealt with his own problems and emotions so calmly. He still acts like no one can hurt him, when inside he feels deeply. He doesn't just trust people out of the blue. They have to earn it.

Theo is charismatic sometimes to the point of cockiness. He knows he is very attractive, especially in the human world he grew up in. This mixed with his supernatural athleticism, and Theo grew up knowing he was the man. He learned how to use this confidence to his advantage. He became a very good slick talker, able to talk his way out of any form of trouble and into any girl's pants... any human girl that is. Theo is learning that on the level playing field of the demigod exclusive world, he is not the biggest fish in the pond. He has struggled with this, but this has been one of his greatest motivating factors to work hard in training.

Finally, Theo is independent. He likes to spend time alone. Even the new more positive Theo will take off into the woods in his wolf form and disappear for a day or two on a hunt. Theo loves the hunt and the freedom that comes with being a wolf. In battle, he would rather do his own thing than have to be responsible for someone else. That being said, he is learning to work with his friends, realizing in the last war that being out there alone is as rough as it gets.






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H I S T O R Y


Unlike many other gods and goddesses, Artemis is involved with her children. She has only a few. Theo has never met any of the others though. Theo loves, fears, and resents Artemis all at once. He loves her because she has never left him. She has always been there to help when he has needed her. He fears her because she is tough on him, and he knows she is much stronger than he is. He resents her because of that toughness, because she keeps telling him he can be so much more, and because she keeps pestering him to get his life on track and be productive. Artemis is tough on him. This has recently endeared him even more to her. Now that Theo is on the path of a hero, now that he has truly become a man, he can see why she pushed him so hard for so long.

Theo has known he is a demigod for as long as he can remember. He grew up in a small town just south of Philidelphia, Pennsylvania. He tried to live a normal enough life, playing every sport he could, and excelling in all of them. His dad married a human woman when he was 13. Theo has never really liked her. He felt that she tried to take over his life and home and change everything. He held so much resentment for that that he left home at 16 and started living on his own. Theo had good intentions early on, but things went downhill when he got into highschool. He got mixed up in the wrong crowd, and even went to jail a few times. After high school, Theo practically became a nomad. He bounced around from city to city, resigning to his wolf form often for long hunts.

Then came the opportunity to join the demigods at Camp Athens. Theo pushed back against it from the beginning. He even made Artemis track him down, but of course she did. Reluctant as he was, camp began a change in him. At first he was not so into the whole idea of risking his life to protect the gods and the world, but the people at camp softened him up. He made the decision to dive head first into the cause. Zeus even sent him on a personal assignment tracking down an older demigod to test his loyalty. After months of training, Theo dove into the day of that final battle. The sights and sounds of that day tend to haunt his dreams and deepest thoughts. The losses he experienced and the agony that he watched his friends go through hardened Theo in new ways. It also only intensified his desire to protect his friends and the world around him.





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So begins...

Theo Smith's Story

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Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Nicholas Bower Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Penelope Givens Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Rae Meadows
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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: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Mason Hughson 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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Tense... that is how Theo felt as he watched the last few trials. Andy's trial was as gut wrenching as anything before it, and it included at least one curious revelation. The way Theo felt at the moment, he was glad Ajax wasn't around to watch Andy's trial uncover where who her truly lied. Theo's curiosity peaked with Liam's trial. He didn't really know the guy, but it was clear to Theo that Liam had demons. The gods locking him up in Tartarus was bullshit in Theo's opinion. It wasn't like that was going to do any good for anyone. It was like poking a bear, and this bear was only going to get angrier. As the gods prepared to leave, Theo was careful not to make eye contact with his mother. He had no desire to talk to her at the moment. The way Theo saw the situation, none of this was fair to any of the young demigods. Their parents couldn't stay away from humans, barely played a role in raising most of them, threw them in this camp, asked them to fight a freaking war, and expected them not to go stir crazy. Of course all of them had emotional damage to deal with, and the pressure cooker environment was not ideal for overcoming inner demons. However, Theo also recognized that maybe this little event was what they needed to focus on what mattered. They needed to grow as warriors, but even more vital was that they grew stronger mentally. This might be a fresh start for the group.

Theo sat for a while, head hanging low, avoiding eye contact with anyone. He could hear people around him leaving the arena. He felt like he had been punched in the kidney. His biggest fears were exposed to everyone, and that was going to be stuck in his head as he carried on with his camp life. And then there was the matter of Trinity. Theo had held on to hope with her for a long time, but it was painstakingly obvious at this point that her heart was with Wes. Sorting out the emotional fallout of that fact was something Theo would have to wrestle with. Should he move on? Should he wait for her? How on earth was he going to talk to her about all of this? How did she feel right now being exposed like this? If there was one thing Theo knew, it was that Trinity hated letting people into her inner thoughts more than the rest of camp put together.

Theo finally looked up, careful to set his eyes straight for the exit. His instincts were screaming at him to get away from all of this, skip the fallout, go hunting. He knew that wasn't the right thing to do. He had to go through whatever struggle was coming in the next few days. Theo stood up, pacing towards the exit, not sure where he was going. He must have looked like a robot. For the first time in a long time, he felt uncomfortable in his own skin. As he took his first step outside, he paused for a moment to feel the sun on his skin. That felt normal. He finally let out a breath and caved to the urge to look back into the arena. Maybe Trinity was still there. He really should go talk to her, tell her it was okay for her to love Wes. He didn't ever want to stop her from being happy. They got so little joy these days, and she deserved that regardless of who it was with. Glancing from left to right, his gaze landed on Wes. The poor guy was just sitting there, looking completely shellshocked. Theo's head tilted as he took in the scene. Theo and Wes had never necessarily been friends, but he didn't dislike the son of Aphrodite. Wes was a good guy. Before Theo knew it, his legs were leading him back into the arena. He wasn't really thinking, and he certainly had no idea what he was going to say.

When he finally reached Wes, Theo stood there awkwardly for a moment, mind racing on how to go about starting this conversation. "Wes... can we talk?" Theo didn't really wait for him to respond. He sat down next to Wes nervously, hands together, elbows on his thighs, eyes to the ground. His words came out shakily as he pieced them together without much thought. "You might not really care what I have to say, but Trinity... Trinity is amazing. We both know that. She deserves to be happy. If that's going to be with you... well... I guess I'm just going to have to be okay with it. What we just saw made it pretty cut and dry how she feels. And it's not like you need my permission. I don't mean for it to sound like that. I just want you to know that I'm not going to get in the way of what Trinity wants or cause you any problems." Theo took a deep breath, letting all of that sink in. "Now that all of that is in the open, I hope we're cool. Keep her happy and just know that I've got your back. I have a feeling we're all going to need each other really soon."

Theo finally turned his head anxiously to look at Wes, gauging his reaction. He kind of felt bad now. He really just bombarded Wes with the heavy stuff, but Theo had to say it.

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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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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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Wes looked at his palms, one flesh and bone, while the other almost alien... cold and metallic. The sound of the gears grinding and moving flooded his ears as he stared at it blankly. It was all too much for one person to take in. The stirring of emotions made him nauseous. His brain kept replaying his trial like a broken record. "You're a burden and a nuisance." "A parasite." "I'm not yours! I never was!" He doubled over on himself, raising his hands to cup his ears hoping it'd block out the memories. He tried to reassure himself, to tell himself what Trinity said in her own trial. But it didn't overpower how disgusted he was with himself.

He heard footsteps come and go, and paid no mind to them. That was until a pair seemed to be getting closer. Wes slowly opened his eyes, finding the one person he didn't want to talk to coming straight for him. Theo. He sighed, looking around for an escape, only to see Trinity quickly retreating from the arena without a second glance. Fuck.

"Wes... can we talk?" No. No we cannot. Theo didn't wait for a response and took a seat beside him. Lucky for him, the words just hovered in Wes's throat unable to come out. So, regardless of how much he wanted to tell the son of Artemis to get lost, instead he was silent with a judgmental gaze.

Wes clenched his jaw as he leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest. He wanted to leave but Theo already sat down. He didn't dare look at him, instead fixing his gaze on the space in the arena where the archway once stood. "You might not really care what I have to say, but Trinity..." Wes's knuckles turned white as his hand tightly grabbed his other arm, trying to refrain from doing anything rash. "Trinity is amazing." I know. He nearly snapped and said it, but instead remained stoic and silent.

"We both know that. She deserves to be happy. If that's going to be with you... well..." Well? Wes looked over at Theo from the corner of his eye, waiting for him to finish his sentence. He wasn't a violent man, but it seemed every word only seemed to anger him more. "I guess I'm just going to have to be okay with it. What we just saw made it pretty cut and dry how she feels. And it's not like you need my permission. I don't mean for it to sound like that. I just want you to know that I'm not going to get in the way of what Trinity wants or cause you any problems."

Before Theo continued, Liv walked past them on her way out of the arena. "Read the room, man." She said what he was thinking. But he didn't say anything, not yet. Theo seemed to be on a roll of verbal vomit and Wes wouldn't get a word in until he was finished.

Theo sighed like he got a load off his chest before adding one final thing. "Now that all of that is in the open, I hope we're cool. Keep her happy and just know that I've got your back. I have a feeling we're all going to need each other really soon."

At that point Wes was no longer able to hide or contain his frustration as his face scrunched in annoyance and confusion. "No. No," he said, motion his hands to cut off the conversation as he moved to his feet. "I'm sorry, did you not just see what I just went through!?" His voice got a little louder as he motioned towards the center of the arena. "I might be a pansy compared to everyone else here, but my backbone isn't limp enough for me to just roll over and be buddies with you because that's what you want."

Wes wanted to stop there, but it had all boiled over. Theo got to speak his piece and now it was his turn. He had experienced and witnessed so much that day that this was just the final straw. "You've been lusting after Trinity for over a year now and I've let it slide, because I'm patient and it's not my place. No, I don't need your permission. The only person's permission I need is Trinity's. And she is her own damn woman, who knows what she wants and has a right to it. And if tomorrow she decided that wasn't me, then I'd let her go."

At first Wes was pacing, but now he turned his attention back toward Theo. "But if you don't think seeing how you long for her doesn't bust my balls, then you're an idiot." His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath and think for a moment. "So, no. We are not cool. I can't pretend that I'm ok with how you want her. You might think, in your backwards way of thinking, that since she chose me and you've backed down, that suddenly we can be friends. No." He paused for a moment to take a breath. "Five minutes of good intentions does not erase a year of sensing your desire for her. And we both know that no matter what you say, it won't sway your heart."

Without another word, he walked past Theo and headed towards the exit. He stopped in his tracked when he was a few feet away. Wes wasn't a possessive man, but after everything that day, his emotions were a jumbled man. He half turned to face Theo, pointing at him with his bionic finger. "But if you ever try to kiss her while she's mine, I'll break your fucking nose." Wes wasn't an intimidating man. He was probably the least opposing man at camp, but the threat still stood. Maybe that's why he had finally reached his breaking point. He was tired of being seen as weak, useless and nothing more than a soft son of Aphrodite.

Wes exited the arena and didn't look back. His feet trudged through the dirt and the mud as they carried him back towards his cabin. While his mind raced he knew one thing, Theo better not follow him. It took more self control than Wes wanted to admit to not punch Theo the second he sat down beside him. But the last thing he needed was a trip to Tartarus. He ran his hand back through his hair and shook his head, trying to clear his mind and think about anything else but what transpired that day.

Before he knew it, Wes neared his cabin. When he finally looked up, he stopped in his tracks at the sight of Trinity. What was he supposed to say... or do? So many things ran through his head, yet he remained frozen. Then, all at once, his feet carried him toward her, this time with purpose, if even his head didn't quite know what that was. Without a word, he gently took her arm and pulled her to her feet. His hands moved to cup her cheeks as he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. Unlike their previous kisses that were brief and little more than a peck, this one lingered. It was deep and passionate. Wes would hold her there for as long as she'd allow him too. The kiss said so many things that he couldn't, it showed his sadness, pain, and fear of losing her. But most importantly, it showed how much he truly loved her.

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Well that went well...

Theo sat there stunned as the minutes passed by after Wes stormed away. Confusion and disappointment contorted his face into something resembling a sad puppy dog. All Theo knew was that he was trying to do the right thing, be the bigger man, clear the air with Wes. The son of Aphrodite didn't get it, what Theo was feeling. Everyone now knew he was afraid to lead, and he now knew that Trinity loved Wes. Where did that leave him? His camp mates surely would not be able to trust him with anything important at this point. The only girl he really cared about was focused on someone else. More than anything, that feeling of impending danger was creeping up on him again. It was a whirlwind of emotions, and Theo was never the best at handling overwhelming emotions.

There was so much to mull over in his head. Theo knew that, but his brain just couldn't pull it all together. When the shock started to subside, and Theo could process the idea of moving again, he opted for rest over dealing with any more problems. The walk back to the cabin was a long one. There was that itching to leave camp again for a hunt, get away from the stress. However, Theo knew he had to stick around more. There were problems that needed to be faced head on. A long sigh escaped from Theo's lips as he stepped into his cabin. It was eerily cold. Theo must've left the AC blasting. After dealing with that issue, he started the water for his shower. Technically, Theo hadn't showered in about two days, although most of that had been spent in his wolf form. Theo often took long showers, but this one was especially long. He just stood there, trying to work through his jumbled thoughts, ignoring the water cascading around him. Theo wasn't too sure of much anymore, but he did know a couple of things for certain. First, he had something to prove. Theo didn't want to end up letting everyone down like he did in his trial. Second, he needed new people around him, new connections. People who pushed him to be better, stronger, more confident.

Finally, after what felt like forever, Theo's mind started to calm down. Tomorrow was a new day, and he could start fresh, running down his demons like he would run down a deer with his wolf pack. Theo stepped out of the shower, dried off, threw on a clean pair of shorts, and stepped out onto his balcony. Camp was always so beautiful as the night overtook the landscape. Grabbing a chair, he took up his post doing what he did best... watching. There were people out there to protect, and Theo was determined to protect them.

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Wes didn't give Trinity a chance to saying anything before the kiss. This wasn't a time for talking. There were so many emotions wrestling inside him that he needed comfort, her comfort. Words could come later. But at that moment, actions spoke louder than any words the pair could muster. She was shocked at first, he could feel it in her body language. But it wasn't long before her arms wrapped around him with the same sort of yearning.

Eventually, she pulled away... Just enough to catch their breaths. Trinity remained close enough that the tip of her nose still lightly caressed the side of his own. "I’d never do that to you," she said softly, a frown growing on her lips.

He knew she spoke of his trial. Wes saw how the Ares rage took over Liam and while he knew Trinity was more logical than her brother, who's to say it couldn't do the same to her? That day... That would be a day he would use his powers, if only to save her from herself. And while his trial hurt like nothing he had ever experience, part of him knew she wouldn't do that to him. But there was always doubt... doubt that he wasn't good enough.

"I know," he whispered back in response as both of his hands gently took hold of her face.

Nothing more could be said before she pulled him in for another kiss. Trinity's hold on him only seemed to tighten with their second kiss. He could feel her sadness and desperation as much as his own. Wes wished he could wash it all away but he couldn't. So he just held her for as long as she'd let him, kissing away the pain with every touch of their lips.

He could feel her tears along his thumb before she broke the kiss. Wes pulled away just enough to look her in the eyes. "Can we go inside?" He nodded his head. Before he released her, he wiped away her tears and placed a gentle kiss on Trinity's forehead.

Wes took ahold of her hand, slipping his fingers between hers as his other hand opened the door. He slowly lead Trinity inside, closing up behind them to make sure no one bothered them. It was a long, exhausting day and seeing the state she was in, Wes imagined it wouldn't be long before she wanted sleep. So he decided to lead her toward his room. He gently guided her to take a seat on the side of the bed while he knelt down on the ground before her. He gently brushed some of her loose hair behind her ears and waited patiently until she was ready to speak.

"Wesley, I'm sorry. For my trial. It's not a matter of a triangle though and..." Trinity paused. It was moments like these that Wes really hated the empathetic side of his abilities. He could feel her ache and pain. There was nothing he could do beyond taking her hands in his, trying his best to reassure her. "I felt you die. I killed you." What could he say? He wasn't dead, but that doesn't change what she felt. It wouldn't help. "And it broke me. It’s like part of me died too. Or I wish it did anyway. I love you."

There it was again... Those three words. Even amidst all the chaos of the day, hearing it said again, this time to him was almost euphoric. Wes felt guilty that it effected him so much. But he had been waiting so long, hoping that she felt the same way. And she did. He took her face in his hands once again, making her meet his gaze. "I love you. More than anything in this world. You're stuck with me, Trinity Wallace... I'm not going anywhere." Each word left his mouth with purpose. They were facts not feelings and he meant every part of it.

Nothing more could be said. Trinity's arms reached out to pull him into a hug. Wes stood up and moved to sit beside her on the bed so that he could fully take her into his arms. His bionic arm wrapped around her torso, while his other hand gently cupped the back of her head. As he held her, his own insecurities from the trials kept ringing in his head. "I'm sorry I'm not strong like you are," he whispered as his cheek rested against the side of her head. "I'm sorry you worry so much about me." Wes could feel his own tears building. He tightly shut his eyes hoping to fight them off, but was failing. "I'm sorry that you have to fight so hard to protect me and I can't protect you."

Wes wasn't the type of person anyone would want on their side in a battle. He might get lucky and do something useful. But generally he was exactly what his trial said... in the way. He knew that. He had known that for awhile now. And to be with someone so formidable as Trinity, he could only imagine how much stress that put on her shoulders. Someone like her needed someone who could fight along side her, not someone who would hold her back. He felt like a burden, no matter how much her words said otherwise.

Pressed against his warm body, hearing him say he loved her and his apology made a poor smile tug at her lips and she nuzzled further into him. She puckered her lips gently against his shoulder. She knew he felt like a burden and not good enough in some ways, but she never saw it like that. While he wasn't a fighter, he remained a warrior and strong in her eyes. "There's more to life than punching and killing things. And you have perseverance unlike I've ever seen before." Living through his arm, how true he remained to himself and his morals in an environment like camp was a display of strength. While sometimes she wanted nothing more than for him to draw a weapon or use his powers to shift the tide of battles, somewhere else inside her, she could admire how headstrong he was.

Trinity sighed out and kissed him. Once. Twice. Then didn't seem to want to stop and instead express all the feelings and adoration she had for him. By now, they must've believed they loved each other. All that was left was for her to show how much.

Wes was so overwhelmed with everything, the trials, his emotions... the moment. For the first time, maybe ever, Trinity didn't give him a quick passing peck but she kissed him deeply, lovingly. And it didn't stop at just one kiss. Before he knew it, his hands were on her, holding her close while aching for more. His fingers hesitated at her waist, brushing along her bare skin just beneath the hem of her shirt. "Are you sure?" he asked, between heavy breaths and kisses. The last thing he wanted was to do something she wasn't ready for.

It’d be a lie to say some creeping anxiety wasn’t present at the thought of making love - or about to make love to the son of Aphrodite, but what overruled was a brief pause. Her nose pressed against the side of his and a glance into those handsome green eyes. This was Wesley and she trusted him. She bit her lip and nodded, entangling her hands through his hair. "I’m sure."

When Trinity didn't stop him, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. His hands took hold of her shirt, gently pulling it over her head before he laid her back on the bed.

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Morning had long since arrived before either of them stirred in bed. Wes's mechanical arm laid rested on a pile of clothes beside the bed. His bare chest gently pressed against Trinity's back as they slept with his arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her close. His face nuzzled the nape of her neck half buried in her blonde hair. It was the best night of sleep he had in who knows how long.

Wes had been awake for awhile, but he dared not move as Trinity still slept. He was more than content to lay there for however long until she woke... Just holding her. It all felt like a dream. The trials some terrible nightmare while the night he spent with her was the best moment of his life. He would have kept her there forever, if she would have let him.

Once Wes felt Trinity began to stir, a soft smile crept across his lips. He gently pulled her in closer to him as he placed a soft kiss on her neck. "Good morning, beautiful."

A smile tugged at her lips finding herself awoken to the pleasant scent of the man she spent the night with, in his arm and held close as ever. Dare she believe it was actually...bliss. ”Good morning.”

"I forgot to tell you something," Wes mumbled against her skin. He sighed softly before resting his chin on her shoulder. "Theo talked to me after the trials yesterday." His thumb twiddled against the skin of her abdomen as he searched for the right words. "He said he was going to back down. That you made your choice... Also said something about giving me permission to be with you?" Wes chuckled and shook his head slightly. "I don't know. But he asked if we could be friends... I told him no."

Trinity laid still, furrowing her brows while trying to jump ahead of where the Theo and Wes interaction had gone. She imagined not the smoothest and Wes confirmed that as he spoke.

Then there was a moment of silence. Wes wasn't going to lie about what he said. He wasn't that type of person. And considering how much both himself and Theo seemed to mean to Trinity, she deserved to know about the conversation as well. He slowly rolled over onto his back with a sigh. "Maybe someday. I don't know. I couldn't pretend like seeing the way he looks at you doesn't bother me... because it does." His palm rested on his chest as tapped his thumb anxiously. "I might have also threatened to break his nose if he ever kissed you..." His voice trailed off as his face scrunched into a guilty expression, preparing himself for a scolding.

Trinity shifted and perked up on an arm to look at him. She only scanned his face and shrugged so he knew he wasn’t in any trouble. For being honest nor for what he said. She couldn’t be. “That’s fair. I’d do the same and probably not convey it quite so calmly.” She poked his chest. Although, rare to see or hear Wes with hostility, it was what it was and she couldn’t act high and mighty and above it. And like he said...maybe one day they could get along.

Wes turned his head slightly to look over at her with a tight smile. He felt guilt about it, but he didn't regret saying any of it either. In the end, what's done is done. He wasn't going to apologize for being protective of his girl and not wanting another man to touch her. Trinity wouldn't admit it, but the way she acted with the whole Eve thing only proved she was the same way.

After their talk, Trinity leaned down and pecked his lips. Then felt the self-consciousness hit, placing her free hand over the blanket to better cover her chest. "Welp, since Poseidon is happy to kick our ass into gear we better not spend the day laying around." Even if her hormones and flushed face said otherwise recalling last nights events.

"Cover them all you want. I still remember what they look like," Wes teased with an impish grin.

She pushed Wes playfully onto his side, as if evicting him from bed then tapped his behind once. "Then maybe...I can have like a stay over bag here or something. Just to help with fitting clothes in the morning," she added a little more timidly.

Wes laughed as Trinity tried to push him out of bed. Just before he got up, he have rolled over to face her with a genuine smile. "You can keep as much as you want here." He placed a tender kiss on the tip of her nose before hopping out of bed. Unlike the blonde, Wes was not the bashful sort. He seemed content in his nudity as he found his boxers and slipped them back on. "But I'm sure you'd like some of your own clothes and a shower... And maybe a word with Theo."

He wasn't trying to disturb the waters. He knew that Theo was a friend of hers and after the trials, and Wes's not so subtle rant, he might need a little pep talk or something. It didn't take him terribly long to reattach his bionic arm. At this point he had grown accustomed to it as he imagined most people did when it came to prosthetics. "I think I might go get some food. I'm starving." His voice rumbled a little deep as he gave her a playful glance, hinting that it was her doing.

After his arm was attached, Wes was able to get dressed easily. He walked back over to the edge of the bed and leaned down, giving Trinity a sweet and lingering kiss. "Take as long as you'd like... I love you," he whispered before giving her one more kiss.

Once his temporary good byes were done, Wes headed out of his cabin giving Trinity her privacy to get out of bed and dressed. While he had no shame, it'd probably take Trinity awhile to get to that level of comfort. He was fine with that and wouldn't force into anything she wasn't comfortable with. Plus, his stomach really was angry.

While other demigods might have still been reeling from the trials, there was an extra pep in his step as he skipped down his porch and headed towards the main hall. It should be illegal to feel that good after the day they had, but he did. Sure, the trials still loomed in his mind and if he let his thoughts wonder too much it always went back to it over and over again. But it was all insecurities. He knew that. So, at that point it was mind over matter and he was determined not to let it drag him down. So, with a sigh, he slid his hands into his pockets and made his way to the main hall.

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Theo stirred awake at the unusually loud sound of birds chirping. The sunlight struck him in the face as he pried his eyes open, realizing he had fallen asleep on his balcony. That would make for a nice morning for his back. They might be demigods, but sleeping sitting up still wasn't the best idea. Theo stood up slowly, twisting and turning to stretch his back out. Through the trees, he could already see people making their way to the mess hall. He wasn't exactly sure he was ready to face people this morning. It would be more relaxing for him to post up in a tree somewhere around his cabin and hunt himself some breakfast. Grabbing his bow, Theo scanned the area for a good vantage point. He picked a clearing just around the corner from his cabin and climbed a tree just near the edge of it. A couple of minutes passed, a bird... no, a squirrel... no. Theo absentmindedly passed on several animals until a duck came waddling along towards the creek nearby. The arrow whistled through the air, finding its mark like usual. Theo collected his game and make quick work of the process of preparing it and cooking it. He kept it simple, just some salt and butter, sliced into strips. The duck had been a nice size, but Theo ate it all anyway.

After his meal, Theo made his way down the path to the training area. He felt a lump rising in his throat as he walked past the arena, steering well clear of any thoughts that might compel him to go back in there today. Not much further, and Theo arrived at his favorite spot. He set the machine that spit out the flying projectiles to give him sixty targets at varying speeds, took his place across the field, and waited for the little training exercise to start. The first one entered the air and fell with an arrow through the center before it ever hit the peak of its arc into the sky, then the second, then the third. One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three. Theo caught his rhythm quickly. It didn't matter what direction the disks went in. There was no escaping Theo's arrow. This had always been his most peaceful moments at camp, training alone, doing what he was best at. He could almost smile, even with everything going on in his life. Mostly though, all the ease of the bow and arrow warmup did was remind Theo that there were other things that he could get better at. He didn't ever want to be caught off guard like he was in his trial. Becoming more well rounded as a warrior was a necessity.

Theo made his way over to a small hut that he had never really used before. Walking in, he saw the broad wooden table laid out before him. It was carved to be a replica of camp, hills and valleys and trees and buildings and all the other little things that comprised their home. It was actually pretty impressive. There were also several small pieces scattered across the table meant to represent all the different good and bad roles that could be played in a battle. Theo picked up the small wooden bow meant to represent demigods of his lineage, examining it. There were a few pieces for each lineage, some they didn't even have at camp at the time. A lightning bolt for Zeus, a pair of winged shoes for Hermes, two spears crossed over a shield for Ares. He felt that it was important to revisit his failure in the trial. What could he have done differently? Battle strategy was something he had not put too much thought into. He had never had to before. Theo had always just gone where he had to in order to shoot as many enemies as possible. Theo closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he focused on remembering all the traumatic details of his trial. He could see it as clear as day, probably would always be able to. He went to work, setting up the battle piece by piece. It took a few minutes, and as he finished up, he stood there taking it all in. He needed to see it, all the parts. He had to train his brain to understand how it could all work together to win any future battles.. or wars.

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Laying alone and watching Wes go, she grunted a little. Yesterday as a whole seemed bizarre and there were lots of thoughts and feelings rushing to be in first place. But, it was her own suggestion to get the show on the roll. She sprang out of the covers and pulled one of his jumpers on that were nicely oversized on her, with underwear underneath and headed to her cabin. Then she’d go about breakfast and talking to Theo. About what? She wasn't entirely sure. Some form of closure she supposed mixed with pep talk.

Trinity showered, changed, and was off to the races, starting with Theo's cabin though the chances of him actually being in his own cabin were slim. The guy would always rather be out and about, hunting or playing sentry. She knocked on his cabin and waited, shifting from foot to foot. Patience and stillness wasn't her strong suit. She knocked again. Theo couldn't have predicted her visit but it didn't stop her from wanting to barge down the door and search for him herself.

After waiting long enough in her books, which made a solid 10 seconds, she turned and headed to the hall. Worse than a daughter of Ares was a hangry one so she was doing the world a favour. But she didn't even really want food, she wanted to work out. Burn off the spark that would grow to a raging flame. Murder her insecurities and doubts and most of yesterday really.

Her pace turned to a jog, then sprint. While not equipped or dressed for the occasion, it was only reality. Because when adversaries came, you didn't have time to hit pause and get warmed up and in the right gear. She took herself through the woods, branches and the woods' floor serving as obstacles to hurdle or duck under while keeping her footing and trying not to compromise speed too much. She summoned a backwards 'c' shaped blade while airborne, something short ranged that her knuckled seemed to mold into for grip, silver threatening to carve anyone ahead , and plunged it down on a thick log.

Trinity's heart raced with adrenaline unsure what compelled her to certain actions. Normally she was somewhat in control and decisive about what she wanted to do when feeling pent up but she ran and burst like under threat. She yanked her lodged blade and fist out of timber. Maybe she should sit for a while.

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Daniel sat up, squinting all through the cabin. It wasn't his glorious cabin but Cherise's. That's right. Without sign of life though.

He shuffled around the cabin although he could guess by how dead quiet it was, she wasn't present. Confirming the thought process was a little note left for him bringing a smile to his lips. She was adorable even on paper. But he should probably blush about it some other time and tend to the day. Get back into his old skin and habits.

Daniel got dressed and roamed the grounds aimlessly looking for a playmate or somebody to force his illusions and tricks on. And then, floating through the air was music to his ears. Literal music. If that was Cherise's sing song voice and soul then she might just have to multi-task when Daniel smothered her in praise and affection. It didn't take much more convincing to alter his course and bee-line towards the training grounds. As he neared, the alluring music seized and disappointment grasped him and hurried his steps.

He saw a glimpse of movement in the hut, confusion and curiosity winning over. When he approached, he was met by Theo's back, deep in thought with chess-like pieces of camp. Daniel doubted the son of Artemis was in state for humming as he played out battle strategies. Still, Daniel cleared his throat to officially announce his presence if the wolf in him didn't already.
"Why Theo, I didn't know you could carry a tune so well." He cracked a grin and stepped inside, patting Theo's back once and looked at the pieces he had rearranged. To Daniel, that's all it was, little pieces randomly placed. He knew what it was meant to stand for and stuff, but when did war and battles ever work out as planned.

"Have you ate?" Daniel pulled lightly on Theo's shoulder, trying to prompt him out of the planning and anticipating state. It wasn't doing the guy any favors. Whether Theo followed his lead or not, Daniel left the hut and spotted Heath and a girl talking, guitar nearby. Now that made more sense.

They were a bit of a distance that Daniel couldn't make out her full features but she was...wow. Not Cherise kind of wow but...a wow nonetheless. "Theo. Come check this out." He wouldn't blame Theo if he thought this was some lame stunt. History said Daniel wasn't the most mature but this time all that was around the corner was a beautiful woman. And Heath. And yeah they looked to be in somewhat of a serious conversation but groups and meeting new people were an awesome distraction. Just what his brother in distress needed.

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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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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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Theo was locked in his trancelike state for some time. It didn't make sense, him not being able to see things clearly, him not being able to figure things out. The battlefield scenario before him was just a muddled mess in his mind. Being so focused on the war scene before him, Theo never heard Daniel enter the room or start speaking. It was a hand on the back of his shoulder that snapped him back to reality.

"Have you ate?"

Theo turned quickly, propping himself on the war table now behind him. Theo's first reaction was to brace himself for danger, probably a product of where his thoughts had been leading him while staring at the war table. He wasn't exactly used to or comfortable with letting an enemy this close to him. The tension in his muscles relaxed as he saw Daniel's concerned look.

"Dude, Daniel, you scared the hell out of me! You can't creep up on a guy like that."

Theo caught Daniel taking in the war table. For some reason, having someone know that he was replaying the trial made Theo feel even more insecure. He shifted over a bit to obscure Daniel's vision of the table.

"Don't worry about that. Just trying to see things more clearly. And yes... I ate this morning." There was a slight shakiness to Theo's voice. He hoped Daniel couldn't pick up on it, but Theo knew Daniel was an observant guy.

Theo was more than relieved to leave the small hut and follow Daniel outside into the open air. "Theo, come check this out." Squinting, Theo's eyes adjusted to the bright late morning sun. He set his gaze in the same direction as Daniel. There was Heath, long hair and all, and then there was some girl Theo didn't recognize holding a guitar. She was attractive, to say the least. Theo felt a weird pull in her direction. He couldn't place it. He simply fell in line behind Daniel on his walk to meet the duo. It was odd having so many new faces at camp, but in light of recent events, maybe it was what a good thing. Theo could use some fresh friends.

Before they could reach the new girl, Heath stepped forward to intercept them. He looked worried about something, but Theo being Theo, he was more focused on the pretty girl in front of him. Still, he managed to hear what Heath had to say. "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." Theo's protective instincts kicked in a bit. He finally turned his eyes to Heath. Theo was sure Iliana was fine, but he didn't want to take Heath's concern for granted. Flashing a soft, reassuring smile at Heath, Theo tried to calm him down. "Sorry, Heath, I haven't seen her yet today. I'm sure she's fine though. Probably still processing yesterday. I think we all are. Theo couldn't help but cut his gaze away. He hated anyone having a reason to think he was weak, but, to him, yesterday gave everyone just that. Theo shot his eyes back up and looked from Heath to Daniel for him to offer more reassurance.

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During their mental debate to step forward and approach Heath and the new girl, the decision was made for them. Heath was heading for them, without his new friend tow. Daniel tried not to visibly pout or turn sulky, or blame Theo, but it was totally his fault.

"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."

"Sorry, Heath, I haven't seen her yet today. I'm sure she's fine though. Probably still processing yesterday. I think we all are."

Daniel nodded once as it was well said from the son of Artemis. But then a sort of silence lingered and he caught Theo's eyes on him, seeming to prompt him to add more. Daniel cleared his throat. "How old is she?" Iliana did appear extremely youthful. Like around 15 but he guessed she was older and regardless of what teen year she was - she was a demigod and willingly went off on her own. That's why Daniel asked so Heath realized it, stating it out loud. "Most demigods here are decent, if she's in strife or pain, somebody will comfort her. The others? Ignore her and let her be. You're looking at a 2% chance of something actually bad happening to her. If things weren't turned upside down and there's no sign of struggle, she'll come back when she's ready." It wasn't the most assuring, but it was realistic.

He pursed his lips and stepped up to Heath. "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." Daniel understood the worry. When Andy came to camp, he could have developed a whole nervous itch no matter how well she could take care of herself. But quickly, she made friends that cared for her and would protect her, watch her back and have eyes on her. It was just...more comforting knowing she had a solid support system around her. And Heath might feel some relief if he made friends for himself and Iliana too.

"But Theo here, Theo's a wicked tracker." There it was. Some actual helpful advice. Plus it'd keep Theo out of his head, give him something to do if Heath and/or Theo was willing.

It was then some announcement came through the whole of camp. With a little bonus content that made Daniel arch a brow then wrinkle his nose. He worried for a second how far and suggestive things would get on the PA system but then came the blissful silence. Daniel audibly sighed out and relaxed not realizing how tense he was from second-hand embarrassment. Then he simply went about doing his own thing.

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Daniel shuffled back into the training arena for mandatory exercise and a speech...there always had to be some speech. He'd throw popcorn at the guy if it wasn't the poor guy's job. Although he was sick to death of hearing how they were doing everything wrong and about their own camp grounds. "this purpose is wrong. Work, work , work - no play. Be mindless drones. This is what this place is capable of." Like Daniel and his conjurations hadn't put the camp through the rounds. But not everybody crash test-dummied the place he supposed.

He shuffled up for a token because that's what others were doing. It was pretty easy to follow the pattern. He drew a white one at random and returned to his seat, flipping it like a coin until the arena got ready to rumble. He tried to pay attention to who else drew the white one.

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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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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.