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Camp Athens: The Second Year

Camp Athens

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a part of Camp Athens: The Second Year, by mjolnir.

A training camp for Demigods.

mjolnir holds sovereignty over Camp Athens, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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this rp was originally created by feistydeadlysins and taken over by me. i've restructured some aspects to mirror the percy jackson universe.

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Camp Athens

A training camp for Demigods.

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Camp Athens is a part of Camp Athens: The Second Year.

25 Characters Here

Sylas Astor [40] The Enigma
Wesley Preston [36] The Teddy Bear
Evelyn Masters [35] The X Factor
Sloane Astor [35] The Prodigy
Trinity Wallace [34] The Fiery Heart
Andromeda Bolton [31] The Dauntless
Rae Meadows [29] The Moon
Nicholas Bower [29] The Earthshaker
Liam O'Connor [28] The Bruiser
Mason Hughson [27] The Harbinger

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Sylas didn't know what he expected her truths to be, but somehow, he still managed to be surprised as Evelyn explained the meaning behind her trial. She wasn't frightened of a gun being pointed at her. So self-preservation wasn't the highest thing on her list. Rather it was the shift of power or the threat of exposure. It made him curious if her trial was some parallel to this game they had been playing with one another. He could see the similarities. It only further explained this wariness she spoke of.

While Evelyn was a mysterious woman, he still couldn't fathom what kind of secrets or inhibitions she could harbor. Everyone had a right to their privacy and secrets. Both Sylas and Evelyn played the more elusive roles but he highly doubted that her darkness was even in the same realm as his own. If he was a dark room in the middle of the night, than she was a sunroom in mid-afternoon. Perhaps he was wrong and she was the one really playing him. But he doubted that.

He wasn't sure if she was going to take the bait? Was it even bait? Sylas wasn't sure. He didn't like being so honest and open, it was a strange feeling. While he couldn't care less what the others around camp deduced from his trial, it was the way she looked at him after it. He wanted to explain it. He needed to. But he also wasn't the type of man to offer up information unprompted. Every truth was a tool to be used against him, so it was rare that he spoke one out loud. And rarer still to give one so freely.

As Sylas started to withdraw his hand Evelyn grasped it tightly, keeping him from pulling away. "Then tell me about yours." She held his gaze with a strong intensity that nearly matched her hold on him. Whether or not he planned to deceive her, the hunger in her eyes made him want to give her what she desired. The truth.

Just when he was about to speak, Evelyn filled the silence. "Maybe we don’t know what we want exactly. I don’t think many of us do to be fair, we’re still young and there’s a lot of trial and error and experience to come and shape us yet but… I’m not going to hold it against you." His brows raised slightly and it took some composure to not chuckle at her little ramblings. He could tell she was nervous. Nervous to hear the reality behind his sinister mind or perhaps just nervous in his presence. But he doubted it was the latter.

Rather than rush to answer the question, Sylas remained silent, studying Evelyn's face waiting to see if she had other ramblings waiting to burst free. While it wasn't words, it seemed there was something else she had to get out of her system before he said one thing or another. Her hand slowly snaked its way around his neck and gently started to pull him forward. He let her guide him closer never once breaking eye contact. One hand rested in the grass steading himself as the other raised to cup her head along her jaw and below her ear.

Though he was tempted, Sylas let Evelyn close the distance between them. His eyes slowly closed as her lips met his in a soft caress. Unlike the last time they kissed, it wasn't lust and curiosity. There was no seduction. It was like the strange sort of vulnerability in that moment magnetized them and heightened the tension and desire between them. Uncharacteristic of himself, every time his lips found hers he was gentle and slow, showing a tenderness that he often kept hidden away. Sylas would have kept her in his arms for as long as Evelyn would have let him. But all good things have to come to an end.

After a moment that felt like hours, yet also too short, Evelyn broke the kiss and slowly pulled away. Almost like an addict wanting another hit Sylas's head slowly dipped toward the crook of her neck. The tip of his nose slowly trailed a line along her skin from beneath her earlobe down to her collarbone.

"I had to. I'm sorry." Evelyn's voice cut through the fog that had him entranced. And while the softness of her voice only made him want to continue more, Sylas stopped himself before his lips found her neck.

"...Couldn't help myself," he said with a deep roughness in his voice. His breath was warm against her skin as he spoke.

"Please, go on," Evelyn beckoned as she slowly detangled herself from him.

Sylas slowly removed his fingers from her hair with a soft sigh. As he pulled away from her his lips just barely touched her jaw. Then as quickly as they had merged, they were separate once again, sitting side by side. There was a few minutes of silence as he tried to find the words. In theory it was easy enough to say the reasoning, but for the first time Sylas found himself struggling to speak the truth because he was concerned about the fallout.

He ran his fingers through his hair and exhaled deeply. "My mother has always favored my sister. Sloane is the prodigal daughter. She mastered her skills quickly..." Sylas paused for a minute as the next words got stuck in his throat for a second or two. "And she's more powerful than I am. She doesn't even want it." There was bit of anger in his words. Why was it those who were the most powerful didn't want it? It wasn't right and sure as hell wasn't fair. He shook his head slightly and continued. "But no matter how much I try to prove myself, I will never be good enough."

As he spoke, his gaze was fixed on his hands. Sylas was not the type of person to admit someone was stronger than he was. It was a strong hit to his ego. While he had those fears for years, he never once said them out loud. It made him feel weak. He sighed, then tried to shift the topic so he didn't have to dwell on it any further. "Contrary to what the others think, I don't actually want to kill everyone," he commented in a more playful tone as he laid back in the grass, crossing his arms behind his head. "Well... Not you, anyway," he added with a slight smirk.

Sylas watched the clouds pass overhead. He had no idea what Evelyn's reaction would be. Sure he gave better reasoning behind his trial but that didn't mean she'd think any better of him. Yes, his trial had him scaling a literal mountain of bodies that he killed to gain his mother's approval, but it also showed he didn't get it. He had always known, deep down, that nothing he did would ever make him surpass Sloane in Eris's eyes. That also didn't mean he'd stop trying. One thing he was certain of was that he had no intentions of hurting Evelyn. But that didn't change the fact that someone like him would be nothing but dangerous for someone like Evelyn. He'd always stand by his original comment... She should steer clear of him.

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Wes's nervous though adorable rambling brought a smile to her face though she could be the same. “It’s fine, it’s fine. We’re good. And we’re going to be good for a while,” she assured proudly and confidently for once. “No matter whose clothes go where. I'll chuck some of mine at your cabin and you can chuck some at mine.”

One would assume a peaceful trip from the hall to the cabins. Not much could go wrong after all and they were in a good place with their relationship. But then... a hand reached out and Wes jumped up and span abruptly, Trinity whirling around just as face coming to face a brunette. "What the hell!?"

And if her suspicions weren't enough, the stranger just confirmed it shamelessly for herself. "Sorry, handsome. Just enjoying fine craftsmanship."

“Wanna run that by me again!?” Trinity stepped forward

As quick as all was said and moved, Rae was playing diffuser right away. "Apologies, you two. Blair is new, and I will kindly remind her that we operate on the woman code here at Camp Athens. We don't touch other people's significant others. I'm sure it will be the end of that."

She liked the red head for some reason and she wanted to believe in this girl code, but regrettably it wasn't up to Rae to enforce. Trinity stood there with her jaw and fist clenched because, taken or not, it was a bold and dumb move. Why did people have to be beaten to make a point? "It's simply the Aphrodite pheromones making her do crazy things. She doesn't have the fierce and beautiful Wes-Repellent yet." Flattery, really? "You two have a lovely evening. Okay?" With a smile and gentle pat on her shoulder, the daughter of Artemis seemed to think that was case closed and all was well.

Trinity crossed her arms. She got Aphrodite pheromones were a thing, that was like a fraction of a point but unless the girl was sixteen and new to hormones, grow a filter. As an adult, if it drove someone that coo-coo, go get laid or find an outlet.“Right.” Trinity spun on her heels to Rae's back before she disappeared in the hall. “Rae. Kindly suggest she take those crazy uncontrollable hormones and take them out on eligible bachelor like...” she looked around for the closest exhibit. “Duke or someone. Or literally... fuck yourself.” Not Rae fuck herself obviously but Blair. She doubted the red head would pass it on but it was slightly therapeutic. A little curse and venom at the handsy woman was the least she could do.

But even when the hall door swung closed, Trinity stood staring it. Wes wouldn't be pleased if she pursued a fight and it probably wouldn't do the Ares siblings any favors if the new girl lost a hand and there’d be witnesses...so many witnesses. Trinity huffed out running a hand through her hair tightly showing remarkable restraint. “What a dog. Those pheromones will be the death of me. In the sanity department anyway.”

And that was that. She'd dust her hands and continue to the cabin...in a perfect world. Instead, it stewed and didn't sit right. She could try to make light out of it with Wes, look at his charming handsome face and body but it didn't sate the unsettled beast within. A finger poked up. “You know what, no. Excuse me.”

Trinity reached the door in a few determined strides, nearly yanked the door off its hinges, locating Blair straight away then looked around for inspiration and found a knife left on a table nearby. Same as Eve. Trinity clutched it and hurled the dull utensil towards the new girl with speed and accuracy, hitting that perfect pretty pink little cardigan of hers and the bench behind it at leg height.

Now she was happy. No sooner had that satisfying clunk been heard, Trinity left the hall in a blink of an eye. They'd probably turn to see some swinging doors of a ghost, though it didn't take a detective to figure it was the Wes repellent's doing. Trinity wrapped her arm through Wes's with new chipperness. “Shall we go?” She led the way forward,
nowhere particular at the moment, just forward, for some nice winddown time. Along the path, he'd feel Trinity loosen her grip and drop the reigns for him to lead wherever he wished.

She didn't cause bodily harm, and she didn't intend to, so she was very proud of juggling the rage with not drawing blood. It was a gift. Particularly as a spawn of Ares.

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Sloane made the mistake of taking her time, letting Rocco run about a bit. She even considered playing fetch with him for a moment until she saw Lochlan out of the corner of her eyes. A knot took hold of her insides, twisting and churning it uncomfortably. It was easy to forget about him and what happened when she wasn't staring at his stupid face every day. She even somehow managed to find her way back to her old self, who she used to be before him and Sylas. But now the past had to rear its ugly head, threatening to undo... everything.

"Come on, Rocco," she mumbled to the pup as she tried to wrangle him. Of course, he was a ball of energy and thought they were playing a new game. So even on a leash, he was playing hard to get, running around her legs and barking playfully. "I don't have time for this," she grumbled under her breath.

And, of course, the second Sloane started to make her way toward the main hall she heard his voice. "Sloane, I need to speak with you," he called out. She inhaled sharply, weighing her options. She could keep walking, pretending like she didn't hear him but she knew he wouldn't fall for it. He'd just chase after her like boys always did. Stupid boys.

She should just get it over with, like a bandaid. There was no way they could avoid this conversation, as much as she'd like to. Somehow they were both at Camp Athens now and they would be stuck seeing each other everyday for who knows how long. It sucked. And while she didn't owe Lochlan anything, she could at least give him the opportunity to say whatever it was he needed to say without Liam there. That would only end in a serious head injury... Or worse.

Sloane sighed softly as she pivoted on her heels, turning to face him as he approached. Once he was standing before her, Lochlan seemed to freeze like he forgot what he was going to say. She thought about walking away but decided to just cross her arms over her chest impatiently, while shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Then he finally spat it out like a mental and emotional vomit. "What happened? I mean with us, and you. You never told me you were a god. You just left me and decided to hate me and vanish off the face of the earth. And now you're here."

"Demigod," she corrected him mid-ramble.

"I tried to reach out to you. You could've called or wrote or...send a pigeon or something at least." Was he done now? The words stopped flooding from his mouth, so she could only assume so.

Sloane wasn't the type of person to laugh in another person's face, but if she was, that is exactly what she'd be doing. Instead, she stood there with a confused and slightly offended expression. "I didn't realize I needed to spell it out for you. I thought it was pretty self-explanatory." Her voice had a sharp bite to it as she spoke. "How about I refresh your memory," she said as she took a step toward him.

"I walked in on you having sex with someone else." Her words came out harsh and pointedly, like each one was a knife that dug deeper and deeper. "That's what happened, Lochlan." Gods, she didn't want to cry. But it was like all the pain and memories that she has suppressed for years were all coming to the surface once again. Sloane looked up, blinking her eyes a couple times to try and keep the tears at bay. He would not see her cry.

After taking a moment or two to calm herself, she exhaled softly, then addressed more of his onslaught of questions. "People warned me about dating a Carmichael, but I didn't listen. I always thought it was us against the world... I was wrong. " Sloane laughed weakly at her own stupidity. "You destroyed me. I shut down, closed everyone out and was just... a void, for years. I'd rather deal with my brother a thousand times over than go through that pain again. I wanted be as far away from you as possible. I wanted to forget everything about you." She sighed softly, looking down at the ground as she kicked a small rock. "I almost did," she added under her breath.

Lochlan made the poor decision of wanting to air out their dirty laundry and in doing so he also unlocked years of pent up pain and anger that Sloane had been keeping hidden away. She didn't realize how much resentment she had been holding onto until she finally just let it all come out in a fury. So much of what has gone wrong over the past couple years she traces back to that pivotal night. If he hadn't broken her, she wouldn't have spiraled, and if she wouldn't have spiraled, Sylas never would have been able to have such power over her. That pain festered inside of her, killing who she was piece by piece until there was barely anything left. And it wasn't until very recently that she started to see a glimmer of the person she used to be. She'd be damned if she let Lochlan's presence change that.

"And don't come at me with your hypocrisy," Sloane snapped as she jabbed her finger into his chest. "You never told me you were a demigod either." He had no right to get mad at her for something he also did. She might have dealt with far more than she should have, but one thing she couldn't stand was a hypocrite.

Rocco whined and pawed at her leg, begging for attention, or perhaps sensing her discomfort. Either way, Sloane was happy for the small distraction. She bent down and scooped the puppy up into her arms, being sure to give him a little ear rub as she stood back up. She let her gaze slowly drift back over to Lochlan with a less than pleased expression. "Are we done?" she asked coldly. There was no point in hiding that fact that she was less than thrilled to be having this conversation. Unless there was something else nagging at him, she was going to walk away and not look back.

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Nelly didn't have to wait long for Cherise to speak up.

"I thought that, actually. Not sure where he went. You can tag along if you want."

"Awesome! Thanks!"

Nelly followed along, thinking of ways to fill the silence. She was pretty loquacious and didn't like being quiet, but at the same time, she didn't know what to talk about. She thought about talking about Cherise's trial or duel, but Nelly wasn't sure if either those were appropriate topics. Maybe a general question would work.

"So where are you from originally? I was born in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, but my mom and I moved around a lot."

It was at that moment though they came upon Iliana. Nelly would have greeted her, but Cherise beat her to the punch.

Iliana had been walking along hoping to run into Cherise or Lochlan and was happy to found one of them. She wasn't expecting to run into Nelly at the same time though. She barely caught Cherise's question about Heath and Ethan.

"Oh, Heath wanted to work on his writing and Ethan is walking around too. How are you two?"

Her voice was sounding much better, but it still sounded a bit rough. Nelly's eyebrows lifted up. She remembered how the blonde spoke during her duel with Liv, but she totally forgot. Wasn't the girl mute?

Wanting to know, she responded, "I am doing fine, but how are you? I thought you couldn't talk."

Iliana smiled shyly and replied, "I don't know how it happened either. I met one of the new campers and when he asked for my name, I was suddenly able to talk again. Oh Cherise, if you ever see your father before I do, can you thank him for healing my vocal cords. I know I wouldn't be able to talk again without his help. Actually, if it wasn't for both your fathers, as well as my mom and Athena, I don't think I'd be here. I don't think I ever really expressed my gratitude to them after my abduction. I was a mess. And I am still recovering, emotionally at least."

Nelly didn't know how to respond to that. Her father had never mentioned Iliana during their brief talks, but she had noticed he seemed to be a bit concerned for her well-being recently. Iliana's abduction might have had something to do with that.

"Well, it's great you can talk again. I myself would have gone crazy if I lost my voice. Anyway, Cherise and I were looking for Daniel. Want to come along?"

Iliana merely nodded before turning to Cherise, "If it's okay with you."

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Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Lochlan Carmichael
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He was a little more than surprised to have Andy tugs his arms back around her, but at the same time, he was relieved and glad, not that his face showed either emotion. There was a heaviness in the room after expressing himself so openly and honestly while waiting for her own vocal response. Mason knew better than to assume they'd skip off into the sunset and all would be fine and dandy. And it seemed she was quiet for the longest time.

He closed his eyes for a moment, leaning his cheek to her damp hair, embracing her like this for the last time, expecting rejection. Something saying how she loved him too but wasn't ready, not in the same way and nothing could come from it. But just as anxiety turned to agonizing in his head, Andy spoke. "I... I love you too."

Mason's eyes opened again, set on her reflection right away. She looked oddly vulnerable but then again, so did he. And he had heard it before but he was in a haze with other thoughts and too many things going on around him, and she was the same. But with just the two of them now, in silence and with clarity...it hit differently. It really sunk in. He loved unwillingly, even when he told himself not to and it was requited love at that, for once in what felt like years. He didn't know what to do.

Andy had some idea at least by spinning around to face him. She reached out to cup his cheek and Mason watched her, able to just...let it be. No more fighting feelings or affection. He observed her carefully and blissfully for the first time, letting her close the distance she wished and explore the new side of him. In a way he got a new side of Andy too, something less guarded and sad, and just feel her love and he didn’t have to feel bad about it later.

Mason looked between her chocolate eyes all the while Andy offered a sweet anticipation as she closed the gap more and more until her nose could be felt brushing his cheek and her breath on his lips. But he waited for her, and took in the moment of having her so close and all to himself. Then at last, her lips came to his in a kiss, and Mason naturally reciprocated, taking Andy’s waist in his hands. Although gentle, tender and passionate, and Mason was sure to convey everything he felt for her every time their lips met, he couldn't kiss her forever although it seemed tempting.

He had carried it on for a while, reattaching his lips to her as she allowed. The only thing about if he kept going was that he'd want to take it further and further. And no matter how repressed his feelings had been and how much he thought he owed it to himself, Andy's readiness mattered. Mason was the one that ended up taking her hand and drawing away slowly, placing a kiss on her knuckles. "Sorry." He smiled a little guiltily at her. "I just want to do this right."

He sighed out gently, forcing himself to look anywhere else because she was incredibly attractive and too tempting, Mason wished she knew. But Andy was oblivious to her own appeal, making him smile. And all in all it was embarrassing to have to stop a kiss because he couldn't control himself. "Feels like a long time coming is all." He didn't know if explaining it was making it better or worse or more embarrassing for himself. But he had wanted Andy for a long time. Despite tensions and drama and his own denial.

Mason slid his fingers through hers. "Are you staying in your cabin for the rest of the night?"



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"I didn’t realize I needed to spell it out for you. I thought it was pretty self-explanatory. How about I refresh your memory," Sloane was assertive and firm in her voice and movements. For a second he almost thought he was actually in trouble and could have been in the wrong.

"I walked in on you having sex with someone else. That’s what happened, Lochlan." She said it with venom, pointed and harsh. It was a little take back seeing Sloane wear this new shade of anger and resentment but more to the point, she was crazy.

Lochlan looked her over stunned for a second then gripped his hair. "I didn’t sleep with anyone else during our relationship! There was only you!" He argued, exasperated. His fists clenched in his own hair at how frustrating and mental this girl was. Then again, there’d be no reason for her to make up such a lie…at least there were better lies to give than that. So he indulged her for a second. "Even if you somehow did, I thought it was you." Saying it out loud sounded beyond stupid and like the poorest excuse a person could possibly conjure for cheating. But he got to know Sloane and he knew her body, and he’d only ever been with her. Even blind drunk or drugged-up Lochlan knew that and didn't want to jeopardize anything.

"People warned me about dating a Carmichael, but I didn’t listen. I always thought it was us against the world… I was wrong." While she laughed, Lochlan frowned knowing more and worse were to come. "You destroyed me. I shut down, closed everyone out and was just… a void, for years. I’d rather deal with my brother a thousand times over than go through that pain again. I wanted be as far away from you as possible. I wanted to forget everything about you. I almost did." Who knew words could pack such a punch? Lochlan pressed his tongue to his cheek rocking restlessly, then inhaled deeply and sighed out, looking into the wilderness of camp with this new weight laid out on him, basically being accused of changing a whole person he once loved. He wouldn’t typically care and call it bullshit except it was said from her own mouth.

"And don’t come at me with your hypocrisy," Sloane snapped next, jabbing her finger into his chest. He rubbed a hand over the area. "You never told me you were a demigod either."

"I thought it’d make me a freak," he rebutted. Lochlan surprised himself. Not with honesty but that nasty habit to spout a lie without thinking, and it was the first lie he ever told Sloane. His face changed to a deer caught in headlights. She deserved better, and probably knew better. Not to mention how that one seed of lie gave her reason to doubt his whole credibility and everything else he said. He waved it away dismissively but inside he was apologetic and guilty. He knew how much trust he had to overcome for Sloane and he butchered it…double butchered it now. "Forget that, I….I just didn’t think to. We got so involved I thought it was too late to shed another secret and you’d just think I’m some jacked up, manipulative bastard playing with you." Although looking at her now, that might’ve already been the case.

The puppy nagged at Sloane, Lochlan’s eyes shifting to the cute creature then Sloane knowing this was her great opportunity for escape. And he could let her take it, or press on for more closure. "Are we done?" Her stony exterior said she was.

Lochlan’s jaw clenched. "For now," he said, his own expression and voice turning deadpan.

He replaced his hands in his pockets waiting for Sloane to march away. But with her retreating figure another question sprang to mind. "Who do you come from?" he called. If there was ever a tell sign of what Lochlan planned to do next, he gave it away. Maybe it was her heritage to be a little deluded and angry. He’d have to consult google or Blair when she was done playing naked saint and devil.

"Get help, Sloane!" He called.

He stayed there for a beat or two then once she was out of sight, he sighed out, visibly slumping. "Jeezus," he muttered. Spinning on his heel to face the hall, he spotted a roused kind of couple. Or certainly, the blonde female was. The lion tamer no less, Lochlan recognized. He smirked to himself, perking up. He wished the lion had done with more ripping of her clothes - actually, the whole battle could've done with some modification once the redhead was bare.

Lochlan put himself in range of them, walking by casually and he intended to keep going and just have a look, but that rump looked fine and he clapped a hand back on her butt as he passed.

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It had been too much sleep for the son of Ares. Also, not enough sleep. It was complicated. Liam wanted to stay asleep, possibly even through the night. He felt like he hadn’t genuinely closed his eyes since his trip to literal Hell. He groaned heavily as he rolled onto his back. He wiped the sweat from his face with the back of his hand, a bit grossed out that it had accumulated in the stubble that had grown back within the hour or so.

Did he shave at all? It must not have been very good. Then again, he grew hair quite quickly. Nevertheless, he spent some time staring at the ceiling. Again. It was beginning to become a cycle of waking, thinking about whether or not he had slept or even been awake before this, and then falling back into another short rest. He never thought it was possible for a human being to be so damn exhausted but so restless all at once. The worst part was that he couldn’t put the words together to explain how he was feeling given that his verbal and emotional IQ was a whole whopping digit.

He turned his head to peer out the door. Nothing stirred in his cabin - not even his pup. Sloane must have taken the dog out, which it was no doubt thankful for. If it hadn’t been for the saintly woman, he would have been sorely neglected. Especially during Liam’s short stay in Tartarus.

He finally pulled himself off of the bed and walked out of his room. He didn’t bother to check his appearance. He was shaggy. His clothes were wrinkled. If he had bothered to look in the mirror at all, he would have noted that his eyes were nearly bloodshot.

The way he forced himself out of the house was devoid of his usual grandeur. Heavy feet dragged along the beaten pathway; footprints simply drag marks lazily pulling at the dirt and twigs. He had no energy. For an Ares child, it felt like death. He felt like death. Even his brain, whatever few working brain cells he had, was foggy.

Didn’t Sloane say something about food? Why was that the only bit of the conversation he had remembered? As if things weren’t already weird, he had forgotten about whatever was spoken. He’s sure it was important.

It didn’t matter. His brain wasn’t all there, and the path he ended up taking was less than beaten. Had he been in his right mind, he might have heard the shouting match between Lochlan and Trinity, but to be honest - everything sounded like a murmur right now. He was so damn beaten. Somehow, in some unknown amount of time, he made it to the main hall without walking off of one of Camp Athen’s many notorious cliffs.
The first thing that caught his attention was how that shrimp did something to his half-sister’s butt. Listen, he knows Trinity can take care of herself. But damn, if he didn’t want to pop that idiot’s head off. After Sloane, he was beginning to learn that women wanted to take care of their own problems around these parts. That’s fine. Beside that, Trinity could probably use a little release from any pent up anger. Anger that all children of Ares seemed to have.

He was going to walk away. Honestly…. He was. He was going to let Trinity have his moment, but after he realized that Tartarus was right around the corner for the both of them, he decided that it wouldn’t be in her best interest. She had already been caged up like an animal once. And well, Liam had already been to Hell. He didn’t need Trinity to deal with that trauma, either.

Sooooo, even if she’d be pissed at him for stealing her thunder, he came up on Lochlan. He wasn’t angry. At least, he didn’t feel angry at the moment. His hands were still in his pockets, and like a bull, he used the whole girth and strength of his body to simply force Lochlan forward until his face came into contact with the nearest wall. Lochlan was not facing him, and Liam didn’t care. It was probably better for the other man that there was no immediate access to his face.

He reached out, placed both palms on the wall near both sides of Lochlan’s head and practically growled, "I’d let my sister rip your head off, but then she’d end up in fuckin’ Hell. So, I’m just going to warn you…," he paused for a moment and leaned in close to one of his ears, "I just got back from there. Test me if you need a thrill." It took a lot of Liam’s already hair-thin patience to not bash Lochlan’s teeth into the side of the building, but without another word, the son of Hera got off relatively easy. Very easy, if you asked anyone around camp.

He'd leave Lochlan at the mercy of Wes, then. He hoped that Trinity wouldn't break all of the Shrimp's fingers. At once, at the very least.

The hulking slump of weariness then went into the main hall, did a quick scan for Sloane, and turned back around to head out. He must have missed her, or maybe she went somewhere else for a bit.

Eventually he found her; rather, Rocco found him and upon looking up, he then saw Sloane not too far behind. He bent down for a second and gave the pup a good pat, then, with a heavy sigh leaving his chest, stood back up and looked at the brunette. His voice was a mere exhausted drawl, and he sounded a bit helpless for such a large and intimidating man. "Can you, I dunno - like use your powers to make me sleep for eight hours? Or maybe… you know-”" he cut himself off and shuffled around for a moment, "I’m not a bitch, I just -" He tilted his head to the left and right a few times. "Need… I dunno… help… sleeping. I don’t think I can function like this." He gestured to all of himself. Whatever that was.

He scratched the back of his neck. He was a man. A manly man. Nightmares. What a fucking joke. "Never mind… I’m just rambling. Did you get food, or…?" He tried to change the subject, but kind of felt like he wouldn't be as successful as he thought.

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Her kiss had been reciprocated which was always dangerous as Evelyn had a tendency to get lost in Sylas. Especially when this new side of his showed through being open and tender, and it beckoned to be explored mentally as well as physically. But somehow, willpower shone through with her keenness to have her answer in turn.

And while she apologized for the diversion, she was surprised to hear his own response hidden in her neck. "...Couldn't help myself." She closed her eyes a moment, inclined to better expose her neck to him , invite him to keep going, but she had already surrendered enough and been upset at the imbalance in dynamic between them. Plus, she'd be an absolute fool to let this moment for knowledge slip.

He sighed as pleasure subsided for business and she kept her keen and evaluating eyes on him as he drew back, his lips grazing her jaw and all, in preparation to talk about his own trial. It seemed he was thinking about it. Perhaps not about the event as much as word selection and how to phrase it. Evelyn sat there silently and patiently while he gathered his approach. She wished him luck, and wanted to be on his side, but...what would be, would be.

With another sigh, he began. "My mother has always favored my sister. Sloane is the prodigal daughter. She mastered her skills quickly..." Then there was a pause, a reluctance. "And she's more powerful than I am. She doesn't even want it. But no matter how much I try to prove myself, I will never be good enough."

She looked Sylas over who for once teemed with evident frustration and inadequacy, and even then it was mild. But he was part human. While she couldn't relate to sibling rivalry, she could imagine someone having unjust power and being stronger than her, who worked for and wanted it, could seep under the skin. And seeking parental approval and gratification, especially the Gods', was something well understood among camp. She stroked over her fingers, unsure if he was finished and otherwise, how to lift the certain looming heaviness of the fear he just confessed. "Contrary to what the others think, I don't actually want to kill everyone," he said, doing it for himself instead as he sunk back in the grass. "Well... Not you, anyway." Evelyn glanced at him to see a smirk.

She nodded to herself looking forward, a small smile on her lips. “What a privilege.” Then the cynicism hit, quicker than she could control. “Not even if Eris demanded it?” A brief pang of guilt came over her for potentially ruining his charm and newfound easy mood, but she stood by it, a valid question, quirking a brow at Sylas. It was in her nature to be challenging after all.

“I'll go easy on you one day.”

Part of her wanted to lay with him and just relax in nature. He made it look inviting and ironically zen too, like the green and skyward view had magical properties but she was sure her mind would be at unrest still. The closure had been done, however, she still wasn't sure what it meant for their relationship. Or more to the point, what she should do and make of Sylas. Still.
Normally one turned to friends or innermost thoughts, but she was limited with friends, not to mention the trust department, and with all the reflection in the world she still couldn't figure out whether to avoid Sylas or indulge him. Whether he was good or bad for her. She even got his opinion once or twice: to stay away, and as wise as it was, it didn't seem practical at this rate for he was too enigmatic, magnetic and stimulating.

She ended up laying back, because she may's well try it. Her hair sprawled out around her while her hands came to rest on her stomach, fingers entwining with themselves and watching time float by overhead to the darkening sky. “I still can't make heads or tails of you,” she confessed. “It's very frustrating. So if you could be simpler, that'd be helpful.” And oh boy wouldn't that be the day. “Alternatively, you could tell me what you want.” With that suggestion, amusement became visible in her features and tone. “World domination, to become a chef....?”

She turned her head to watch him. Would the devil crack a smile, keep his secrets, let her know a quick want? As fortunate as she was to get snippets of him opening up, she'd still never presume to know him, and that was part of his appeal. He remained a forbidden desire and would for some time yet, she hunched.

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Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Lochlan Carmichael Character Portrait: Blair Carmichael Character Portrait: Rae Meadows Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor Character Portrait: Duke Loycen
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"It’s fine, it’s fine. We’re good. And we’re going to be good for a while. No matter whose clothes go where. I'll chuck some of mine at your cabin and you can chuck some at mine." Trinity reassured Wes with a confidence in her words he wasn't quite used to. The pair of them had been playing this whole strange tip-toeing game for sometime. But it seemed they had finally reached a level of comfort with each other. And even though he rambled nervously, she wasn't scared away. It was nice.

And, of course, the whole moment was promptly ruined by the abrupt hand on his ass. "Sorry, handsome. Just enjoying fine craftsmanship."

While Wes was capable to handle the handsy woman, or just ignore it, Trinity was not so quick to move on. "Wanna run that by me again!?' When she stepped forward, he followed, gently taking ahold of her wrist, hoping she'd step down.

Rae was swift to intervene on Blair's behalf, offering an apology with a smile in an attempt to deescalate the situation before things got out of hand. "Apologies, you two. Blair is new, and I will kindly remind her that we operate on the woman code here at Camp Athens. We don't touch other people's significant others. I'm sure it will be the end of that."

"It's simply the Aphrodite pheromones making her do crazy things. She doesn't have the fierce and beautiful Wes-Repellent yet."
Wes's gaze followed Rae's motion towards Trinity. "You two have a lovely evening. Okay?"

While Trinity crossed her arms over her chest, Wes's hand released her wrist and moved to gently cup the back of her neck. "Perhaps I need a T-shirt, or a tattoo across my forehead... 'Property of Trinity'," he jested, trying to ease the tension, while his thumb gently caressed circles beneath the base of her skull.

"Right." Trinity spun around, facing Rae as she retreated towards the hall, causing Wes's hand to fall once again. "Rae. Kindly suggest she take those crazy uncontrollable hormones and take them out on eligible bachelor like... Duke or someone. Or literally... fuck yourself." He gently scratched at the back of his neck with a slightly guilty smile. While no one wanted to be scolded by Trinity, Wes couldn't deny that there was a small part of him that enjoyed watching her get all possessive over him. It wasn't something he was used to.

Eventually Rae disappeared into the hall, leaving Wes and Trinity alone. While she didn't follow the handsy brunette inside, he could see the amount of restraint it took her to not go after her. The air felt as tense as Trinity watched. "What a dog. Those pheromones will be the death of me. In the sanity department anyway."

Wes smiled weakly. "If I could turn it off I would."

They started making their way towards the cabin, and stupidly enough, Wes thought that was that. But after a few more steps Trinity's started to slow before she held up a finger. "You know what, no. Excuse me."

It only took a few headstrong footsteps for the fiery blonde to reach the door to the main hall. All the while, Wes scrambled to pivot and chase after her, muttering, "Shit. Shit. Shit," under his breath. He entered the room just as Trinity picked up the knife. Like the idiot he is, he did try to grab Trinity's arm before she did anything, but she was fast... Faster than he was. The weapon was already flying through the air before he reached her.

Luckily... Or perhaps unluckily depending on who you asked, the knife only managed to impale itself into Blair's cardigan and chair, not the girl herself. Wes stood there like a deer in headlights for a moment or two after Trinity had already made her way back outside. Eventually, his brain caught up and he followed after her, like he always did.

It seemed whatever tension that Trinity was feeling had melted away with the release of a bit of violence. She hooked her arm in his and spoke with a renewed energy. "Shall we go?"

They hadn't gotten very far when another demigod crossed their paths. Foolish of Wes to think nothing of it, apparently. It seemed as though overnight everyone at camp had gotten a full dose of horniness or something. Because rather than walking by like anyone else would have... You know, normal and not pervy, the new guy decided he too wanted a piece of some ass, but this time it was Trinity's.

Wes wasn't a very agile or swift man, but his mechanical arm moved with such fast reflexes it even shocked him. His hand snapped behind Trinity and seized the guy's wrist before he was able to withdraw. "Excuse me?" The annoyance in his voice was palpable as he slowly turned around to face Lochlan. "Who the f—" Before he could get a single threat out, Liam's big stupid head came charging at the guy like some kind of bull. It ripped Lochlan right out of his grasp and straight into a wall, leaving Wes standing there in stupid bewilderment with his jaw dropped and brows furrowed.

"I’d let my sister rip your head off, but then she’d end up in fuckin’ Hell. So, I’m just going to warn you…" Wes sighed heavily as he crossed his arms over his chest. Wasn't it his job to be threatening the asshole that touched Trin's ass? You know, her boyfriend? Did that just mean next it'd be him slammed into a wall when Liam finds out that they slept together? "I just got back from there. Test me if you need a thrill."

Once Liam had trudged off, Wes was left standing there with his arms crossed like a pouting child two seconds away from a temper tantrum. "Well what's the fucking point in threatening you now!?" He threw up his hands in exasperation before turning to walk away. "What the hell is in the water here?!" He angrily scolded towards the skies as he stomped off towards the woods.

He didn't mean to walk off without Trinity, but he was annoyed, frustrated, and honestly, emasculated. It was his job to put Lochlan in his place for touching his girl. It wasn't often that Wes ever had to, or got the chance to, stand up in defense of Trinity. She could take care of herself, but someone else touching her not only insulted her but him as well. Then, of course, Liam's stupid face had to shove into places like an idiot. So the one opportunity he had to be a man was gone and he was left being the damsel like he always was.

Wes continued to huff and grump to himself as he trudged off into the woods. It wasn't until he was halfway to the cabins that he managed to get out of his head... a little. Just enough to realize he left Trinity behind. He groaned, burying his face in the palm of his hand. "Shit."



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Mason didn't pull away when she kissed him and briefly, Andy thought he might have. Every time there was but a fraction of affection between them a second later it would be gone as one of them inevitably withdrew. The moments they shared before were few and fleeting, and nearly caused more destruction than good. It might not have been their most passionate kiss, but it was the most freeing, without strings or burdens or fear of what comes after.

His arms wrapped around her waist, somehow pulling her closer although they already stood chest to chest. Andy's fingers slowly slipped to the nape of his neck and curled into the hair at the base of his skull. If their lips parted it wasn't for long, just enough to catch their breath. Everything began to fade. She would have let herself be consumed by the moment, wrapped up in only him, if he hadn't slowly pulled away.

He took hold of her hand that cupped his head and brought it to his lips, placing a soft kiss upon her knuckles. "Sorry." Mason smiled, a hint of guilt hidden behind his eyes. "I just want to do this right."

Andy's expression mirrored his with an embarrassed chuckle and flushed cheeks. "I understand," she nodded in agreement. Nothing about their relationship was done the right way up until that point. Camp and Gods... and demigods seemed to have a way of muddying everything. It showed how much he truly cared that he didn't want to treat her like other girls, that it wasn't just about sex.

Her smile grew slightly as she watched Mason look away and smile, almost like he was bashful. It was a side of him she wasn't used to. Mason was often harsh and cold. She saw glimpses of his warmth and softness, but for fleeting moments when no one was around. But the openness and almost nervous bashfulness you get around someone you like was new. That was something they both had to keep locked away and hidden. Andy liked seeing these new sides of him. It was almost like her own little secret that only she got to see.

"Feels like a long time coming is all."

Andy's smile faded slightly as she slowly lowered herself to sit on her bed. A small pit of guilt twisted her stomach at his words. She had known his feelings for awhile, even if he wouldn't admit it. And while she didn't know to what extent or how deep they were... She knew. And she herself was in just as much denial as he was. She might have mentioned it once or twice, it was mostly in hopes that it would pull out his own truth. But she still clung to a relationship that was dying, fighting for someone who didn't fight for her. All the while Mason was fighting the same battle. She felt like a hypocrite... Like it was wrong for her to feel happiness after the triangle they were in.

Mason's hand found hers and his fingers slowly entangled with hers. "Are you staying in your cabin for the rest of the night?"

Andy slowly looked up to meet his gaze and shrugged her shoulders. "I planned on showering," she said while looking down at her body for a moment. She was mostly dry from her spar, but among the water there was sweat, dirt and Gods know what else. Plus a shower was always a good way for her to clear her mind... And make sure everything was real. The past 24 hours had been nothing short of a rollercoaster, the trials, the spars... Mason. All of it. She could be forgiven for thinking it could be a dream.

Her gaze drifted back up to meet his. "Other than that, I have no plans. What about you?" That's when her own nerves started to creep in. Was he asking just out of curiosity or was he hinting at them spending time together? While this wasn't either of their first relationships, they were fumbling in new uncharted territory... Was it a relationship? Were they labeling it? They both just said they loved each other... So what did that mean? Andy's mind quickly started spinning in circles. It was always so easy for her to overthink everything.

Before she could make herself sick overanalyzing everything, she let herself just say what she wanted to before she had a chance to talk herself out of it. "You can stay... If you want."



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While the incident of Blair groping Wes had already half left her mind, it seemed that her little action wasn't so quick to disappear. Rae swiftly caught up to her just as she finished filling her plate. "His girlfriend almost ripped my head off in the arena while I was a 500-pound lion. I suggest that you somehow find a way to channel those intoxicating pheromones into this thing we, at Camp Athens, call fear."

Blair shrugged her shoulders slightly as she took a grape from her plate and popped it into her mouth. "I know I should be scared of her. But..." She paused to think for a moment before grabbing another grape. "I'm not." She shrugged her shoulders and ate the fruit. Yeah, sure, Ares kids are super scary and can murder anyone. But they're all so hot headed. She was never the type to be intimidated by a bully, even if they could kick her ass. Perhaps it was because she played dirty and would just become intangible if they tried touching her... Either way.

Before either of them followed after Duke to whichever table he chose, Rae shifted the conversation back to more pressing matters. "Not sure. When I first got here I was rudely interrupted by the daughter of Zeus. She's not here anymore, so I don't know why he's being all shy. Maybe he needs a little help operating off of a leash. He seems responsible. Those types mean we get to chase a little more. That's fun."

"Responsible boys are boring," Blair scoffed playfully before she started heading towards Duke, assuming Rae was following along. "But you are right... They are much more fun to corrupt."

Just before they were in earshot of Duke, Blair slowed her steps and tipped her head toward Rae so only she would hear. "If all else fails we can just start making out. That always makes guys' heads spin." She giggled in a playful, maybe even a bit flirty, way that was sure to make Duke question what they were talking about. "Hey handsome, miss us?"

While Blair had already forgotten and moved on from her transgressions of the past 5 minutes, it seemed that others were not so quick to forgive and forget. She was happily giggling and batting her eyelashes at Duke like any flirty girl would when a knife impaled itself in her cardigan, pinning it to her seat. Whatever smile was on her face faded as her brows furrowed. She looked in the direction that it came from in time to see Trinity turn and head for the door. "That's Dolce & Gabbana you fucking heathen!" she called after the blonde's retreating form before she yanked the knife free and slammed it on the table.

Blair sighed, rolling her eyes as she slouched back in her chair. "Is everybody at this stupid camp so uptight?" She stabbed her fork into a piece of food with a bit more aggression than intended and took a bite. "And I thought posh kids were the ones with sticks up their asses," she mused more to herself than her present company.

She pouted for a bit, eating her food in an annoyed silence. Her cardigan was worth more than the angry blonde's entire wardrobe. You don't just mend Dolce & Gabbana. And while Blair had a habit of ruffling people's feathers, she wasn't seeking out confrontation... Not on her first day, anyway. She found herself glancing at the entrance occasionally as if at any moment Trinity might burst through and throw another knife at her. Luckily, there were no more disruptions the duration of her meal and once she finished she could finally put it all behind her... again.

After taking a sip of her water, Blair leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table and cupping her hands together. "So, Duke, are you a virgin?" Her question was blunt. Ok, so she was nosey, and he was boring. What better way to break the ice than by asking uncomfortably personal questions? It wouldn't bother her in the slightest if someone asked her the same question. But considering Nick's own stupidity earlier, she doubted her virginity was ever a question anyone had.

"Because this whole," she motioned her hand up and down at Duke, "Stoic, I don't talk to anyone, thing you've got going on would lead me to think you are. But..." Blair's brow quirked up curiously as she looked him up and down. "Something about you also gives me strong dom energy." She shrugged her shoulders innocently as if she just asked what his favorite color or football team was. No, there was no subtlety when it came to Blair.

She brought her glass to her lips, giving Rae a mischievous side eye as she took a very slow sip of water. When she set her glass down, Blair quirked her head to the side slightly as she waited for his answer with bated breath.



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Sylas had hoped his answer was sufficient. He never claimed to be an open book and being honest with anyone wasn't an easy task for him. Evelyn should revel in what she managed to divulge from him. But there was a part of him that wanted her to feel comfortable around him, although he wasn't sure why. He'd been around beautiful women before but they didn't have the same draw... Not like she did. Maybe there was a small part of him that wanted someone to accept him the way he was, flaws and all, without thinking he was inadequate or trying to change him. But that was something that would never happen. He knew better.

"What a privilege." He didn't have to see her face to sense the slight smile and playful sarcasm in her tone. Perhaps the serious questions have subsided, for the day, at least. "Not even if Eris demanded it?" Spoke too soon.

His smile quickly faded to a stoic, empty expression as the light air between them seemed to be sucked up like a vacuum. Sylas swallowed hard, clenching his jaw at the question. He had no one to blame but himself for getting lost in the moment and letting his guard down. But the question struck a cord that quickly thrust him back into his shell. While Evelyn might have been slowly getting more comfortable, he sat up. He leaned forward, bending his legs and wrapping his arms around his knees. His right hand held his opposite wrist as his thumb tapped, trying to figure out how to respond.

"So that's what I am then? A pawn?" Reality always seemed to have a sharp bite to it. He said time and time again that he was dangerous and not someone to be trusted. Yet a part of him hoped that maybe he was wrong, or somehow someone could see goodness in him and pull it out. But who was he kidding? He knew going into this conversation that it was doomed to start. His trial showed him as a murderer, cold and heartless... Eris's puppet. And who was he to argue? He wasn't a good person, he didn't try to be. But while he had always known he was a monster, having others see it and call it out was different. Or maybe it was just different because it came from her. Gods damn him for letting a woman cloud his mind.

"I'll go easy on you one day," Evelyn said, trying to lighten the mood... Too late.

"We both know that's not true," he replied as he moved to his feet and dusted off his pants. No one ever went easy on him his entire life. Maybe that's why he was the way he was... Always having to prove himself and always falling short. Sylas didn't know what the catalyst was but it didn't matter. Thats who he was now, a cold, callus, vindictive piece of shit. It was him against the world and he's accepted that.

"I still can't make heads or tails of you," Evelyn confessed. Maybe that was a good thing. Sylas had been worrying himself too much about her opinions of him. "It's very frustrating. So if you could be simpler, that'd be helpful."

Sylas hmm-ed a flat chuckle as he dug his hand into his pocket and pulled out a small box. He flipped open the lid, revealing a couple cigarettes. He took one and rolled it around between his index finger and thumb for before placing it between his lips.

"Alternatively, you could tell me what you want." He could hear the curiosity and amusement in her tone. For a moment he nearly caved, almost cracking a smile and giving some sarcastic response. Instead he lit the cigarette and took a long drag. "World domination, to become a chef....?"

Did he answer? Did he just walk away? Sylas didn't know how to respond. It was like his head and heart were at war with one another, fighting for control. His gaze fell to the ground as his foot absently kicked a small rock around. "I want to be seen," he responded, surprising himself.

That was enough honesty and vulnerability for one day. Without another word, Sylas turned around and headed back towards the woods in the direction they came from. Every few steps he'd inhale, sucking in the smoke and flicking ashes on the ground carelessly. Did he feel bad about leaving Evelyn there? No... Yes? He didn't know. She asked and he complied. He couldn't afford to be so exposed with such reckless abandon. Women were a weakness... she was a weakness. He was an idiot letting himself get swept away in her mystery. He knew better.

It wasn't long before Sylas reached his cabin. He flicked his cigarette butt off to the side before he ascended the steps. He slowed as he caught sight of a box sitting on the ground in front of the door. He looked around trying to find who left it behind but there wasn't a soul around. With a sigh, he scooped it up with his free hand and walked inside. Rather than opening the package, he tossed it on a side table and slumped down onto the couch with a sigh. "Fuck," he mumbled under his breath as pinched the bridge of his nose.



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So that was Lochlan's story? He thought it was her. That was rich. Sloane almost laughed at his sad attempt at a lie. Even she could think of something better than that. She didn't know what she expected when he wanted to talk, but this wasn't it. Maybe he would apologize? Explain why he did it? No. Just excuses.

"I thought it’d make me a freak." Even if Sloane wasn't a demigod, if he would have told her this in honesty she would have believed him. When they were together she believed everything he told her... Stupid.

"Bullshit," she called his bluff.

"Forget that, I… I just didn’t think to. We got so involved I thought it was too late to shed another secret and you’d just think I’m some jacked up, manipulative bastard playing with you."

"You're not?" Sloane asked coldly, raising a brow. "I would have handled that better than catching you cheating. But I guess you pick your battles." She shrugged her shoulders.

Sloane was thankful Rocco was growing restless. She was over this conversation and had no desire rehashing that night, especially not if Lochlan was all but accusing her of being crazy rather than owning up to his own bullshit. Whether or not he was done she was. He was welcome to chase after her and spew more nonsense but she wanted no more of this. The trials were enough, she didn't need this too.

"For now," Lochlan conceded, reluctantly. She hadn't taken more than a couple steps before he called out after her. "Who do you come from?"

She sighed, exasperated, as she turned to face him. "What does it matter?"

Sloane had barely turned back around when he shouted after her one last time. "Get help, Sloane!"

She was ready to walk away. She wanted nothing to do with this conversation or him. But Lochlan's words flipped a switch in her. Perhaps it was camp that made her so unhinged or maybe it was Liam helping her to learn to stand up for herself, she didn't know. Sloane set Rocco down on the ground before quickly closing the distance between herself and Lochlan. She was smaller than him, but that didn't stop her. She brought her hand back and slapped him across the face with what strength she did have. "How dare you insinuate that I'm crazy, Lochlan Carmichael!"

"I was on a flight home from Moscow that night, or did you decide to conveniently forget that too? If anyone here is crazy, it's you!" Her voice was practically laced in venom. Before Lochlan could get a chance to say anything she shoved him away. "Go fuck yourself!" There was no way in hell Sloane was going to wait around for him to say anything else. She grabbed Rocco's leash and marched off into the woods leaving Lochlan standing there like an idiot.

Once she was out of site of Lochlan or anyone else, Sloane's footsteps slowed until she stopped dead in her tracks. She struggled to breathe as her chest heaved from the adrenalin. She gripped her sides as she attempted to steady her breathing. With each exhale she felt herself losing control. She buried her face in her hand, no longer able to fight the tears and the wave of emotions that crashed into her. Every inhale hitched in her lungs, rattling her whole body. It took everything in her not to fall to her knees and succumb to... all of it.

Footsteps approached from behind. She had every intention of ignoring whomever it was until she heard him speak. "Can you, I dunno—like use your powers to make me sleep for eight hours? Or maybe… you know—I’m not a bitch, I just—Need… I dunno… help… sleeping. I don’t think I can function like this."

Sloane inhaled one last, deep, shaky breath and wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her turtleneck before she turned to face him. She nodded her head in agreement before replying in a sheepish tone. "I can do that." She gave her best smile but it was pathetic and would do nothing to convince anyone. Her eyes were blood shot and puffy, and her whole face was flushed.

"Never mind… I’m just rambling. Did you get food, or…?"

She stared at the ground, focusing on a piece of grass rather than meeting his gaze. "I lost my appetite." It wasn't a lie, whatever desire she had to eat was long gone. There were just extenuating circumstances behind it.

Before Liam could say or ask anything else Sloane reached out and took his hand. "Let's go," she said while nodding her head in the direction of the cabins.

The walk was slow and quiet. Rocco ran in circles around them, chasing squirrels or picking up random sticks. Neither one of them seemed to be in a rush or in a talking mood. It made the walk felt longer than normal. But eventually they reached the cabin and made their way inside.

"Go take a shower," she said gently as she pointed towards the bathroom. "It'll help you sleep and ease tension." She flashed him another weak smile before nudging him forward.

Once he finally disappeared into the bathroom, Sloane went to the bedroom. She sifted through his clothes until she found something that looked decent for him to sleep in, just some basketball shorts and fresh boxers. She made her way back over to the bathroom. And rather than bothering him, she just cracked the door and set the fresh clothes on the sink for him. When she went back into the bedroom, she decided to change as well. But instead of digging through her bags, she grabbed one of Liam's t-shirts. It was so big on her that it was practically a dress. The hems nearly reached her knees and elbows. She hoped he wouldn't mind her borrowing it, but she couldn't be bothered unpacking her bags at the moment.

Sloane turned down the bed, making sure it was ready for him, before going to the kitchen. She stared at the fridge for a couple minutes before deciding to make some hot chocolate. She wasn't sure how much it'd help him sleep, but it was a comfort drink and warm. It was a worth a shot. She even made sure to toss in a couple marshmallows before taking the two mugs back to the bedroom.

She set Liam's on the nightstand next to his side of the bed, then stood there for a long moment, looking between the bed and the living room. After everything, Sloane decided it was ridiculous for one of them to sleep on the couch where there was plenty of room for both of them. So, with a sigh, she moved around to the other side and took a seat, crossing her legs beneath her. As she waited on him to finish, she mindlessly flipped through some men's magazine that was on the nightstand and sipped her hot cocoa.

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Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Lochlan Carmichael Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor
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She jolted with a gasp and quicker than lightning - quicker than her, Wes had reached out taking the guy's wrist. “Excuse me?” Trinity turned too, to only watch the confrontation. “Who the f—” For a fraction of a second before Liam bulldozed through like a bat out of hell.

With his wrist grasped in a heartbeat by Wes, Lochlan was surprised but also briefly envious of the terminator-like limb.

The next thing he knew, he was charged into the wall by brute, uncontrollable force. He yelled out and winced. God, what the fuck was it with these people making him some rag doll?! He quickly realized it was the same damn hulk that knocked him out in the arena. “I’d let my sister rip your head off, but then she’d end up in fuckin’ Hell. So, I’m just going to warn you…” it went quiet for a moment but Lochlan could still feel him looming over him. “I just got back from there. Test me if you need a thrill.”

He'd ask if it was a promise or some other smart remark, but he knew that'd be a sure way to death row or getting something broken because somehow... the big guy didn't seem to be exaggerating. Lochlan already knew the mountain of roids could make super quick work of him. And seemed to have it out for him.

Trinity kinda just watched it all unfold in shock, because she was last to the punch. And it wasn't tag-teaming to beat the creep up, it was just a who wanted to beat the new guy up most contest. When Liam spoke, Trinity inhaled deeply, hoping Liam didn't take it too far all for the sake of protecting her. Or his own rage. She released the breath she was holding once his threat finished, and if he bothered to look at her, she'd give him a little nod of respect. Actually, she was quite proud. Not of his big brotherly duties as such, though, there was a hint of pride for that too but, that he didn't dismember the germ. She was surprised there wasn't some dent left in the wall near Lochlan's head, where his head was or missing teeth or blood.

Once that presence was gone, the air got lighter again and it felt like he could breathe.

As quick as pride hit her, and Liam's body didn't shadow the new guy's anymore, disgust and anger hit her, scowling at Lochlan once he became properly visible again. “Well what's the fucking point in threatening you now!?” Wes exclaimed. Trinity turned to him stunned. “What the hell is in the water here?!” He shouted next, almost like a madman to no one while he stomped away. Leaving her, with the creep.

She wasn't one that felt awkward much, but something about having two men flock to her honour, and one of them crack it about not being able to threaten the culprit was....odd. She turned back to Lochlan, death threat in her eyes. She came forward, jaw clenched and fists balled. “Don’t touch me, ever, again.” She snatched up his arm and twisted it. “Or I'll break it.”

Well her boyfriend and brother seemed to leave her in good faith. He actually thought he was safe for a second until she stalked towards him. Once she twisted his arm, he growled out. Pain was his new friend in this camp it seemed. “Enough! Listen to me...” he ordered through clenched teeth, through the pain. Boy did it take focus to command her through her iron grip, but his powers were most effective through touch - skin-on-skin contact in fact and she had him firm. “Ease up. Let go.”

She had a sure mind to break his arm anyway, it was the least he deserved, but she found her grip started to lighten - fingers twitching and a reluctance to let go, then she lifted her hand off his arm entirely. She blinked a couple times, and backed off, glanced over her shoulder where Wes was last seen storming off, but looked back at the new demigod and was inclined to hear him out.

Lochlan blew out his lips as release came and shook out his arm that was previously pinned and twisted by the blonde. He noticed he still captivated her attention. Likely coming from the listen to me portion of the influence. “I'm sorry, okay? This is my first day, and it's been pretty fucked up and out of my control. The first exercise I get thrown into, I'm pitted against the biggest, baddest motherfucker in this glorified prison, that knocks me out within two seconds. I wouldn't be surprised if I lost some brain cells taking a hit like that! Then I just found out my ex, who I thought was the love of my life, is a demigod that goes here, and she's been ghosting me because she thinks I cheated, which is bullshit. So she's mad at me and thinks low of me, and do you know how hard it is to get Sloane mad!? She actually slapped me. I jumped hurdles for that girl, did a full 180, and she's fabricated some story that she caught me cheating. And now, I'm pretty sure I have a target on my back from that angry jacked up motherfucker, who happens to be your brother, and sorry, but probably does belong behind bars! I have never felt like such an endangered species before!” Lochlan was left panting as the raving finally came to an end. And honestly, it felt a little therapeutic getting it out there. “What I did, was not okay, and I apologize. I just really couldn't help it. Something came over me, and I'm not myself.”

Lochlan didn't have to apologise but it was smarter to. At least once his influence wore off, she still might believe it, especially when paired with his open overwhelming honest rant, and acting. He was sorry, but mainly that he got caught and it had been the wrong girl and time apparently. He should've wooed and seduced a lady first. But it was a compliment. Her ass was literally a god's gift.

Trinity stared vacantly listening to the new demigod open up about one hundred and one problems in one day. She tilted her head slightly hearing Sloane's name dropped as the ex. Reserved, bookworm, good Sloane dated this guy? It was hard to believe but maybe a major turning point and error for her. She didn't offer advice because she had none, plus he seemed relieved to just unload his shit day on her. She looked over her shoulder again, wanting to chase after Wes. But another part, listen to the man still. “It's probably the Aphrodite pheromones,” she muttered, after he apologized again and explained he wasn't himself. His words struck her as true and sincere and she didn't want him feeling mega bad about it.

He had his hands on his hips, tongue pressed to his cheek at all the injustice he suffered within the first day, shifting his weight from foot to foot. All of that today. But what the blonde muttered caught his attention and made him freeze. “What?”

“Wesley,” Trinity gestured behind her. “He's...he's the son of Aphrodite. They kind of have a natural attraction to them and play with pheromones in the air. Makes people do stupid things.”

Lochlan's frustration became pleasure, as he smirked. “That's a pretty nifty gift.” He dimmed the smirk as more reason fed into his impulsive actions. “You know that's probably it. I think the pheromones just took a hold of me, and because Wesley's not up my alley, I think I took it out on the nearest suitable person. I still feel like it doesn't excuse my actions. You're an attractive girl-uh, woman on your own but combined with pheromone control... I would never jump to hand's on. Especially considering I don't even know your name. Or...heritage, for all I know Dionysus could've dropped another prize off. I'm Lochlan.”

Those Aphrodite hormones were so annoying. But odd what listening could do...Trinity actually picked up and responded to social cues like a real girl. “I'm Trinity and you'll be glad to hear at the least, we are not related. My brother and I belong to Ares. Have Ares's blood.”

The more he talked, the more he learned and the more interesting things got and the more he saw opportunities. Lochlan didn't know why but he assumed Ares wouldn't procreate- not to have some actual sturdy functional kids anyway. And not a girl. He assumed the god of war would slaughter girls or something for some reason and beat on his boys til they learned to harden up. “That's great. Hey,” Lochlan saught Trinity's eyes while she was still wound in his influence and attentive. He needed full focus for this one and full effect. He touched her shoulder. “It's rough here. Would you help and protect me with threats? Just until I get my footing in this place.” The influence would be like floodgates breaking into her mind and slowly consuming her, to make it her own will.

Something was wrong. The amount of times Trinity wanted to walk away, but couldn't bring herself to. Lochlan seemed to be thriving in whatever she was saying, like it made him more powerful or inspired or something, and it nerved her. She locked her eyes on his, then he reached for her, placing a hand on her shoulder. Help and protect him. It echoed through her mind and body, giving her a need to shudder but she didn't. Instead, she conceded to the feeling. She nodded slowly. “Of course.”

Lochlan smiled. Genuinely this time. Now he was getting on the board. “I appreciate it, Trinity. Would you mind keeping this a secret? Masculine pride and all.” He shot her a wink.

“Wouldn't be the first,” she answered simply.

Lochlan sighed, content with himself and his new ally and he couldn't get rid of the smile on his face (that was probably due to bruise up any second since getting shoved into the wall) “Thanks. Oh,” he looked pass her, finally catching on to why she kept looking back wanting to catch up with her partner. “We're all done. You can go.” If he didn't let her go soon, Aphrodite's kid might double back for her after realising he left her alone.

One man's loss is another's gain. And they left her alone. And honestly...he couldn't wait til they tried something again, only for her to turn on them.

Trinity was oddly appreciative of the dismissal though something niggled it was wrong to have to be dismissed in the first place. She paced off trying to catch up with Wes's grumpy strides, but where'd he go? Who knew? She sighed out. She didn't see which way he went aside from vaguely one direction, then he could've branched out god knows where. “Wes!?... Ken doll!?”

She didn't know if he was walking away from her, or the situation or what even riled him up so much. Odds were, he'd be fine, just take himself for an angry walk or something, and though she didn't want him to be alone, a goose chase wouldn't accomplish much on her end. The camp was a large island. She sighed out and trudged to his cabin, she jumped two steps up the porch and peeked through the window shielding her eyes from the last light's glare. Didn't look like anyone was inside yet. Trinity sat on the porch, waiting for Wes to show. She was queen of rage issues and tantrums but what he displayed was... something to talk about.



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It was something in the way he shifted, and it was definitely in his next words. “So that’s what I am? A pawn?” Sylas had shut off. Something stonier came through and the walls and guard was up.

“I’m asking if you’d let yourself become one. Hers specifically,” she replied evenly. Though there seemed to be a nail in the coffin already for talking. But for whatever it was worth, she had clarified she wasn't accusing him of being any pawn or puppet. She wouldn't. Not until he was.

Sylas got to his feet and dusted himself off, and she could guess, in fact guarantee, she had struck the wrong nerve and pushed too hard to the degree he felt abused. He opened up his cigarettes, took his time plucking one out, lighting it and having a drag before he dared even to indulge her next query. But he still did. “I want to be seen.” She sooner expected a sarcastic response. Especially since she thought she didn't deserve any further honesty or openness from him. So she was surprised too.

She pushed up on her arms, sitting up. “Sylas-” But his mind was made. The last person she expected to walk away from interrogation, and a sticky situation, did. He finally had enough, but she hardly counted it as a victory. Evelyn sighed, rubbing her forehead. Bravo, Evelyn. She dropped her weight back to return to the lay position, staring at the sky. Maybe the view would take her stress and guilt away for a few moments. She knew she at least had to give Sylas a few moments. She sighed out pinching the bridge of her nose then brushed back her hair before coming to the conclusion she could ease her own nerves and slow everything down. But since she was one of the last campers that should be alone in the wilderness of camp and daylight was leaving, she retired her false comfort, climbed to her feet, brushed herself off and headed back to the path for a walk around camp.

It did occur to her that she had to return the son of Poseidon's jacket yet, but she'd hate to question and push another demigod away in such close succession from the last. Not to mention she didn't feel like being sociable at the present time. He’d have to forgive her for holding onto it for a day. She’d return it to him tomorrow morning.

The small absent-minded adventure, led her to her cabin in time. She twisted the knob and pushed gently inside and closed the door behind herself, inflicting it with a curse that no other may enter. Call her paranoid but children of Hermes lurked and she wasn’t a fan of missing possessions, and the amount of cruel intentions in camp. Perched in the safety of her cabin at last, she knew what tomorrow held. Return the jacket to Nick, and make amends with Sylas which could go either way: the son of Eris could either have a major cold exterior and treat her as meaningless and repel her from him or be indulgent and patient enough to hear her out. She prayed it was the latter but the first would be justified.

She wished she had his number to at least text him, which was a quickly dismissed thought as it was incredibly premature and teenage. A confrontation and apology through text was cowardice.

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Duke's goal quickly shifted to just looking forward and keep walking. He was painfully close to overhearing everything. He had only just passed the doors when a semi-commotion happened behind him due to Blair dropping off a suggestive comment. And he wasn’t dumb enough nor was the hall quite loud enough to drown out some Trinity comment said through open and close doors, offering him up as meat opposed to her boyfriend Aphrodite. He was in the process of serving his own plate when Blair spoke next. "Gods I didn't realize how hungry I was. Be a gentleman and find us a table?"

Duke looked down at her then at the infinite amount of tables available and decisions. "Sure." He bothered to flash a smile, finished up serving his main course and wandered off to grab a table. Unfortunately, he wasn't stupid enough to ignore the knowledge the girls would have a group meeting about his lack of sex appeal. But he shrugged it off. Bigger fish to fry and all that than to please the women of camp who could easily get other outlets.

Maybe if they made a bit more effort rather than bat their eyes, puff out their chest and smirk like he was a simpleton that would instantly wrap around their finger, Duke could actually be seduced. Liv, as nasty and toxic as she was stood more chance. He grunted at the sad realisation. But he wasn't out to butcher the seductresses' egos by laying out such a fact. As his eyes shifted across the room, he caught Rae putting on a show with a banana, taking a slow and meaningful bite. Duke started to cough and splutter on his food, being caught off guard.

The saving grace came in a knife suddenly embedded in a bench by Blair and Duke looked back for the source though he could imagine who threw it with such power and precision. He shook his head to himself, had a few big gulps of water and resumed his meal.

He had to wonder how quickly the brunette would learn. He could Rae was good with the ropes and animal intuition, so while the new girl had a good tour guide as any, it was up to her whether to listen or heed Rae's social advice. Her comment on the wadrobe and how it seemed the prime concern might've suggested it wasn't the case. But he let her get the vent out of her system. He was just trying to eat peacefully after all, and it seemed the girls overall let him have that. For a time anyway.

Once finished with her meal, Blair perched her elbows on the table looking right at him. That could only be good news... "So, Duke, are you a virgin?"

Surprised, his brows shot up. He didn't expect tact but a complete absence and to go the polar opposite of it was something else. Coming from anyone else it might've been a joke, but he had no doubt Blair and her gucchi or whatever weren't kidding. "Because this whole," as she motioned over him, Duke furrowed his brows, ready as he could be for queen snob's judgement. "Stoic, I don't talk to anyone, thing you've got going on would lead me to think you are. But..." the open ogling and judgment continued shamelessly. "Something about you also gives me strong dom energy."

He dropped his fork and folded his arms on the table. If she wanted frank and blunt, she got it. "No, Blair, I'm not a virgin. It's been a while but that doesn't mean you get your virginity back. Frankly, I haven't been truly interested in anyone in camp. No offence," he directed to Rae. Not that they had had much of an opportunity anyway and probably didn't think much of each other, but as the more experienced camper, he didn't want her feeling discarded or insulted. "Also," he leaned forward as if to tell a secret. "I probably don’t talk to many people because they have nothing valuable to say. Or interesting questions," he added since Blair was only looking for shallow gossip prying into his sexual life. It was all a bit too high school-y for him.

Duke sat back twirling his fork around, looking between the girls. "You’re pretty, I’ll give you that, although you already know that. But if you want me to…" aahh what was it the hip kids called it? his free hand hung in the air and clenched and unclenched looking for the word. "Jump your bones? I need more than looks. And just to meet you halfway," he titled his head, flicking the scraps around on his plate "I could probably do with more charisma in your books."

He was sure he had upgraded from stoic and bland to asshole and jerk, but Blair set the blunt tone and he merely matched it and played along. Because while he couldn't flirt along with them, he could do honest. "Win my respect. Interest me. Then you might get to feel the dom energy." He barely suppressed an eye roll.

Now that it all came up in honesty Duke would probably benefit from a bang buddy as a release but he needed to get there first and that required mental stimulation. Something above their current act, as far as they demonstrated so far anyway. But mainly, it wasn't necessary. Simply a perk that he could do without.

"Thanks for the stud farm consideration though." He thought he was done and dusted but since he had been deduced to gossip and sexual "energies", there was one last comment to shed. "Wouldn't have picked either of you for a virgin hunter," he muttered, more to himself than the girls. In the mean girl world or sexual endevor world and appetite they came from, he would've guessed experience was best. Them too impatient to teach an innocent guy the ropes and right spots for them to get the best out of it. Then he tilted his head as a theory sprung to mind, genuinely curious but brows pinched together troubled. "Does it give you a sense of domination, choreographing sex? Telling them where to hit?"

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Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Veera Han Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Nicholas Bower Character Portrait: Lochlan Carmichael Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Blair Carmichael Character Portrait: Vincent Moore Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Penelope Givens Character Portrait: Rae Meadows Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Julia Lockwood Character Portrait: Fiona Reynolds Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Ajax Valis
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Mount Olympus turned out far more beautiful than she could imagine, especially the gardens that occupied the realm in which Aphrodite had the pleasure to rule for herself. So many people tended the gardens for the Goddess in order to honor the beauty, love, passion, and kindness she had shown them over the centuries. Alex made her way inside a dome-roofed temple. "While your brother finishes his King training for the day, I want you to write letters." The Goddess began to explain the second Alex had arrived. Only it wasn't Aphrodite, it was Hecate. Alex's brows furrowed. "I want you to write everything about what has made you smile, laugh, cry, scared. Everything you can think of, even what you are grateful for."

"Okay, but... how will this help me to--"

"--Trust me. Just burn the letter of negatives. Every single one of them. I then want you to place the positive ones into a bottle before setting it into the water. I shall return shortly." without another word she walks away, leaving Zeus' daughter kneeling at the beautiful central water fountain. Around its base blooming in all colors, were sweet-scented flora, and the amber warm glow from the candles scattered around the room. Alex smiled as she closed her eyes and took a slow deep breath, relaxing her shoulders, before opening her eyes. Sitting at the base of the fountain on a flat gray stone were blank parchments and a quill. Alex unraveled the first one and took ahold of the quill in her dominant right hand while searching for the ink pot. Her brows furrowed for the second time as she brought the Quills nib up to eye level. It began to sparkle with golden specs. Of course, it was magical.


"Okay, so... negativity first." She swallowed firmly, already not wanting to revisit that section of her memories, but with Hecate involved, surely it would work out in the end. There was no other witch like her, and if her Father trusted her, then Alex could too. Alex pressed the quill's nib down, the golden ink etching into the parchment as she wrote. She did her best to write everything down that she could remember, before holding the corner of the paper to one of the flames of the candles, and carefully tossing it onto the stone where it burned away.

"Now one more task." Hacate waved her hand, causing purple smoke to collect the burnt pieces, which were then placed into the fountain. Hecate sat reading a letter she had received from Zeus while Alex began the next task.

She was just placing the positivity letter into the bottle when Hecate had finished reading. "Good, now place it into the fountain water."

Alex follows her orders. She watched as it bobbed gently for a few seconds before a golden glow like the quill's swirled around the bottle, its light reflecting back into her eyes.

"I knew what cure you needed for that anger of yours..." Alex turned her gaze toward the Goddess. "sadly it doesn't work on Gods." There were a few in mind she could think of who needed it - Zeus, Ares, Poseidon, and Hades for starters. Even herself at times.

Alex rose to her feet. "...Thank you."

Hecate smiled. "You're quite welcome, though it wasn't entirely your fault. You might still lose your temper from time to time, that's only natural for mortals, but you will have better control. You could have killed so many, Alex. Now, drink." Hecate motioned her head toward the bottle that remained floating in mid air.



Alex took a hold of the bottle, swallowing the liquid that felt warm against her throat.

It had only been a couple of days or so at camp, but oddly, time moved differently in Mount Olympus. It had been at least a month or two, but it felt like years. "Did... did father consider my wish?"

Hecate nodded. "He did... and he's agreed to let you both go back. Are you absolutely sure you want to?" Alex nodded "Alright. Go and fetch your brother then, and good luck." With a huge excited grin, Alex raced off towards the main hall.


Image Alex came running into the hall, causing Ajax to stand up from where he was sitting with Ares and Zeus. "Everything okay?" she couldn't be harmed here which had given him a break from being big brother, but part of him was always still ready just in case.

While slightly out of breath, she nodded briefly toward her brother before she turned to speak to their father. "Is it true? are you giving us permission to go back?"

Ajax turned his head to also look at their father who nodded from where he was sitting beside Ares. Alex almost squealed with the excitement she felt. Ajax, however, remained stoic. He was in two minds with himself - part of him wanted to go back, but the other part was unwilling to, knowing that Andy would now be official with Mason. It had been months for the Valises, but seeing those two together, knowing that he had failed her, bugged him. She would have made a remarkable Queen. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, but the question should be, Are you?"

"I guess we'll see."

Zeus stood up, Ares following his lead. "I am always here when you need me." He hugs them both. "Now go, before I change my mind." both of his children smiled before they left the hall.

"They'll be fine this year. You'll see." Ares was hopeful, even if his king felt less.

"I truly hope so.." He stood there as he watched them both stand at the edge of the clouds. Ajax took his little sister's hand, both smiling together before they took a dive towards Earth.

The air whistled passed their ears as they fell more than a hundred feet at lightning speed, and soon enough their feet landed safely and firmly on the ground, right in front of their cabin. "I can't believe that we're actually back... it feels like it's been years, And.. and the camp... it looks no different. I can't wait until everyone sees us. I feel like going down there and just--"

"--Alright calm down, and slow down." He chuckled. No doubt she'd be bouncing off the trees if she could. "I'm guessing they'll be heading to bed soon anyway, so that gives us enough time to settle back in before tomorrow."

Alex squealed. "Oh my god it's going to be AWESOME! the look on their faces, all of them... especially Mason's." Alex chuckled, then joined her brother who placed himself down on the hill overlooking the rest of the camp. The dining hall was still open by the looks of it since the lights were on. "You're worried, aren't you?"

Ajax chewed the inside of his cheek and nodded.

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"It'll be fine.. you got me at least. You know, your most favorite person in the world."
"I wouldn't go that far."
"HEY! rude.." she playfully nudged into him, throwing her shoulder at him, causing him to laugh.
"Alright, let's call it a night for now." Ajax stood up first and helped his little sister up before she followed him into the cabin.