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Yes. You read that right. Greece has fallen...or at least the camp that has catered to Greek demigods for over three millennia has fallen. Camp Half-Blood had a traitor in their midst. A traitor with powerful allies who quickly burned the camp to the ground. Some were lost, some killed, and the rest who remained began the long trek across the country to the only place where they might be safe: Camp Jupiter.

Chiron banded what campers they had left, told them of the other camp and sent word to Camp Jupiter pleading for shelter. Chaos now threatens the camp daily with the arrival of new Greek campers to this foreign camp. This camp with strange customs and rules. While on the Roman end the Praetors are forced to hold up a balancing act of providing sanctuary while also trying to find the traitor before their home suffers the same fate as Camp Half-Blood.

New alliances are forged, new enemies are made, and these two worlds have to find some way to work together for the future of them all. Which side are you on? Which position will you take? It's time to jump in the fray because Greece has fallen.

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Espen Bekker

peace in your violence

Jul 3, 2021 17:06:08 GMT -5

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Espen wasn't sure what ridiculous hour of the morning it was, but neither was he going to be bothered to check. He was exhausted, not only by his travel but also by the amount of energy he'd just spent cloaking himself in darkness to slip past the guards at the tunnel. They had been particularly vigilant, he guessed ever since the Greeks had arrived guard duty had been more stringent than usual. It would have been fine if Espen wasn't the type to sneak in and out of Camp Jupiter often, and while the guards pre-Greek era may have been more forgiving towards Espen's escapades, they were now far less likely to let him get away with it. More than anything, Morrigan had lost her patience with him and would probably give him a very bad shock - he was going to chalk it up to the stress with the Greeks and nothing with him personally. Probably.

As he trudged into the first cohort barracks, Espen sneaked around the bunk beds, heading in the general direction of his own. Weak moonlight streamed in through the windows, the branches of a tree outside throwing spiders' legs of shadows onto the floor in front of him. Almost subconsciously and despite the exhaustion, Espen's umbrakinesis seeped from his skin, covering his silhouette in darkness as he wove in and out of the silver light, hiding himself from anyone else who might be awake at this hour. To be quite honest, he'd probably be missing marching drills today; usually it wasn't too much of a problem, going into the drills straight after an expedition in the mortal world, but tonight had been different.

It was with a barely-audible whump that Espen practically collapsed into his mattress face first. It was slightly uncomfortable with his face so squashed into the pillow, but he was too tired to change position. The clothes were heavy and thick on his body, and he knew they were dirty from where he'd been, but there were very few things Espen would care about at that exact moment. His eyes fluttered close, already ready to be claimed by the abyss of sleep.

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