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.
ANNOUNCEMENT
Welcome to our site! We are so glad you are here my friend. Pull up a seat, set your weapons down and let's chat. We are a non-canon, percy jackson RP site based in Camp Jupiter. Both Greek and Roman demigods allowed. Legacies are limited. We have a very small word requirement for posting and we're pretty relaxed around here. We like drama but not the RL kind so keep this place nice and friendly. If you've got questions don't hesitate to ask!
GHF is the product of the mind of Addi; inspired by the percy jackson and heroes of olympus series by rick riordian. this is a work of fiction. names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. several beautiful remodels (including mini profile, profile) were designed by deltra of gangnam style and edited by Haya to fit the site's concept and needs. most images and gifs used for the skin are taken from assassins creed, the percy jackson movies and various google finds. all contents are copyright to their original owners. all characters belong to their original creators, and may not be used or replicated without permission. all images are copyright to their original owners. if you see an image/gif which is yours and you would like us to specifically credit you or remove it please do not hesitate to let us know in the cbox with a link.
Avery had been doing her part, fulfilling the role of a pretend soldier to the very best of her abilities to be perfectly exact. She had ran the miles (mostly), fired the arrows (two of twenty that actually hit the target) and polished the weapons in the armory until they shined (which had actually been a negative in their eyes for some reason). She had done her very best, but three classes in and she found herself re-assigned. They hadn't tried sugar coating the fact that she wasn't, nor would ever be, a match for the Romans or their training. So they had told her to volunteer in the infirmary. When she told them that she had no medical knowledge they simply murmured that it was the healer's problem and sent her away.
So off she went.
It started well enough. They asked her to cut gauze, do some light cleaning up, and re-stock the various containers that held everything from cotton balls to antiseptic. Easy things that didn't take a whole lot of concentration nor soldier refined skill. So around the infirmary she went, toting a container with supplies, refilling what was needed as she made her way through the mostly empty rooms. All had been un-eventful, a fact that she was thankful for.
She walked up to the next room, knocking two times on the door before walking in, a bright smile on her face. "Hi. Don't mind me, I'm just re-filling supplies"
“Dude- seriously…” Felix said to the Roman he was administering first aid to in the infirmary, “It looks worse than it really is- you’ll be fine”. It was his turn to be on duty in the infirmary that day and until now it had been pretty quiet. Which was fine- who really wanted to be overrun and ultra-busy in the Infirmary? Certainly not Felix (not that he was complaining. Unlike Avery, he had been busy most of the day cleaning the Infirmary to make it sanitary for treating patients. Which was a nice break, because he usually treated patients out in the camp, like the Palaestrae, the Field of Mars or the Ludus Magnus. Often he could be send trotting in the direction of those places with his messager bag of medical supplies to heal or patch up someone who was injured. It was what he did…
As it was, he was cleaning up in the Infirmary when the Roman guy came in bleeding from his nose. Well…it could have been worse. The guy could have had his hand almost severed off and spurting blood all over the place.
As he was attending to what was a minor wound, there came two knocks on the door behind him, before it opened. Into the room walked a girl he had seen before, but did not know the name of. Whoever she was, she seemed to have a sunny personality and was there to restock the Infirmary- always a undervalued job. If someone did not do that, there would be nothing for Felix to work with. Then where would he be? He smiled back at Avery as he attended to his patient. “That’s fine…” he said, “Shouldn't be too long here” he assured Avery
Having a busted nose hurt! Nathan was pretty sure it looked worse than it really was, but it still hurt like Hades. He didn’t know the nose could be so sensitive to trauma of any kind. Well now he did. Still hurt like Hades. With luck the Apollo kid knew what he was doing and was telling the truth about Nathan’s nose. Already the front of Nathan’s purple t-shirt was splattered in his blood- by way of his nose, that was entirely his own. No one said that being a Roman kid was easy. From the first minute he set his foot in the House of Lupus, he was well aware that his life would be rough and intense. So small wonder his nose felt it was busted and bleed like a leaky faucet. Not that it was bleed as badly as it was a few minutes ago. Most of that was because of the cotton wool stuck up his nose and part of it die to the skill of the Apollo kid attending upon him.
Nathan had seen the Apollo kid before at the Palaestrae sparring. Looks could be deceptive for sure. Felix didn’t look like he could last long in a fight, but he had seen the Apollo kid own guys bigger than him in a sparring session. Like make them ‘tap out’ rather than have their arm ripped out or ankle dislocated. Moral of the story: Never judge a book by its cover. Not that he was thinking of shying away from trying the spar with Felix himself- that ought to be an interesting contest. Not that it would be happening today. One thing Nathan did like was older kid bullying smaller kids in camp- Camp Jupiter or not. That did not sit well with the son of Bacchus. Not it did not. As a result, he and another Roman kid had a ‘sparring session’ to settle the matter. There was no doubt that Nathan won the contest. He had pinned the guy in a manner that proved beyond a doubt who the winner was. But it had come at a (minor) price. ”Hurts like Hades” he said to Felix. “You sure it isn’t broken?”. Nathan was worried that his planned date for tonight would have to be cancelled if he nose was broken and he couldn’t breath as well as usual.Having his head elevated he couldn’t see who had just entered the Infirmary- he was a little busy pinching his nose, trying to staunch the last of bleeding from his nose.
Avery breezed into the room, the bright smile on her face turning into a sheepish grimace as she realized that she had interrupted a healer doing his work. The very first thing that she had been told was to never interrupt or bother the healers working. That was one strike against her she supposed. That hadn't been a problem so far. She hated the sight of blood and had no issues staying far, far, far away from someone who was working. This time had been no different, she just hadn't had the patience to wait for a proper response before walking in. The blonde boy who was tending to another boy, thankfully, simply returned her grin in response, murmuring that they were almost done and she relaxed a little.
Avery walked to the side of the room, where the small plastic bins were and set her box down. She put gloves on and began re-stocking the compartments. The brown-haired boy asked the blonde if he was sure the nose wasn't broken and Avery angled her head just a bit to peek. The poor dark-haired boy had blood on his face and shirt and although he wasn't talking to her, Avery piped up. "It's … not that bad. I mean, I'm no healer but I'm sure it could have been a lot worse." She gave another bright smile, and a small shrug as her offering to his plight. Hoping it'd put him at ease and not into annoyance with her meddling. Turning her attention back to the job she was supposed to be doing, she spoke again. "Do you need anything?" She asked the blonde, gesturing to the supplies she was carrying.
The difference between the two boys in the Infirmary was striking. The blonde haired kid was light skinned as if he had Northern European heritage, where as the kid with thick raven black hair was lightly tanned like he was of Mediterranean origin (a Greek maybe?). In addition he was clearly taller of the two and look like he played football maybe if he was in high school- certainly he looked like a teenage gladiator. The healer certainly was shorter, but with a more lean athletic build, as oppose to his patient’s muscle build. He also didn’t have blood splattered on his shirt, even if there were a few specks on his disposable gloves.
Felix didn’t mind the interruption. Far from it. It was nice to have someone around to talk to or even to help when he was working in the Infirmary. Sometimes it was nice to have company or someone he could pass on knowledge to. Avery was no different to the many kids who were healers of some kind, to work in the Infirmary. After all…someone had to mop the floors.
“Nose might hurt for a while” he told the son of Bacchus, “Just keep applying some pressure to it and a cold compress- ice in a plastic bag or just a rolled up wet towel will hep too. Shouldn’t be any swelling” he advised. At least the Roman’s kid’s nose wasn’t broken. That would have been bad. First of all, it would mean that his healing of the injury wouldn’t be so simple. Secondly it would mean the Roman kid would probably seek revenge on whoever gave him the bleeding nose (Felix by now could see that Roman kids had this whole ‘honor’ going for them). Last off all, it would mean he’d have a clearly broken nose- which would be a pity, because Felix actually thought Nathan was kind of cute.
Glancing over at Avery he hummed as he considered what she asked. “Yeah…could you bring some more cotton wool over- its just to the right of you on the shelf” he said. It would take some time to staunch the last of the blood flow, but it wasn’t as bad as it was when Nathan first came here.
Unlike Avery, Nathan had no aversion to the sight of blood. Certainly not his own. As a Camp Jupitar kid, he had seen enough of it officially (from training wounds) and unofficially (from being in barrack room brawls). This was not the first time- nor the last time he was sure, that he would be coming into the Infirmary with some kind of bleeding wound, bruised ribs or some other injury from training. Right now he had a bleeding nose- not serious, but still messy.
Nathan wouldn’t be Nathan if he didn’t notice there was a girl in the room. A pretty girl he wasn’t sure. But he knew from Avery’s voice that a girl had just come into the room. Of course looking at the roof, keeping his head back, he couldn’t see them. Oh nut-bunnies!
Of course that didn’t stop the consummate party-boy from wondering if he would be able to flirt with her possible. Leopards don’t change their spots in his case…
“No kidding…” he said with a little too much sarcasm, “Feels like I have been kicked in the face by a Pegasus”. That was uncharitable of him. The Apollo kid was just doing his job and giving him the skinny straight and clear. Also he knew from seeing others with bleeding noses, that it would probably hurt and bleed a little before it healed. He was just annoyed that it had happened to him- even if he did win the fight that caused it. “Sounds good…” he sighed when he was told what he had to do.
“Yeah…” he admitted when he heard what Avery said, “Could have totally busted nose and find it harder to breath. Not impossible, but more of a pain in the neck to do so” he said. “Guess I should be glad the other guy came off worse”. Of that he was abundantly sure- hurt in body, hurt in self-confidence.
Avery had paused in her spot, one hand shifting the weight of the bin into the other hand. It wasn't terribly heavy, but holding it while firmly in spot was proving more and more of a nuisance. She had offered to fetch any supplies that the healer had needed and Avery listened quietly when he spoke to his patient.
A bright smile landed on her face when he finished up his advice with the mention that there wouldn't be any swelling. That was good news! Not that either of them seemed to be too concerned about the patient's situation. Though, the more she thought about it, she mused that broken noses were probably about as common as papercuts in this place. Avery gave a sympathetic grin to the boy with the injury as he made a small joke. The healer's voice spoke up, directing her attention to a place behind her and she nodded. "Sure. No problem."
Avery lowered the bin down and turned around towards the shelf-lined wall that she had just re-filled. It took only a moment for her eyes to find the bin that he had indicated. She carefully opened the plastic container that they were in and extracted a few. Shutting the container back carefully, she walked over to where the two boys were. "Here you go doctor," Avery's voice mimicking the mock seriousness of the voices that she had heard on tv when her mother was into her medical dramas phase.
The boy with the broken nose spoke about the other person getting off way worse and Avery made another small grimace. She was very much pro whatever the clear opposite of pain was. A pain pacifist if there ever was such a thing. "Just look on the bright side, now you can totally blow off the rest of the day and chill by the pool or something." The words came out of her mouth before she paused, her head tilting slightly in thought before piping up again. "That is a thing here right? Or would it be opposite? Lose your fight and get sent away to the pool with no training privileges?" She was grinning, the small half-joke, half-curiosity question making her voice light and hopefully at ease. Trying to walk the very thin line of joking with a Roman and having them unleash misplaced anger from a misinterpreted joke. "I'm Avery by the way."
Sometimes Felix wished he had two pairs (or even more) of hands when he was working in the Infirmary. You had to grab things whilst still holding awkwardly shaped and weights things, as well as apply pressure too. More often than not, he just coped the best he could, as he did the best he could.
“Thanks…” he said with a brief smile, since he was pretty intensely concentrating on what he was doing to the son of Bacchus’ nose. Even though Nathan was a Roman and was a ‘total uber-warry guy’ he had expected to see this particular Roman kid in here with other injuries. Like a cut on his finger or arm from him attending his grapevines (oh yes, even Felix had heard of Nathan’s grape growing monkey-shines) or a bump on his head from where he fell over from partying too much or from where someone had hit over the head with a chair for flirting with his girlfriend (yes, he had also heard that Nathan often flirted as well).
He had to chuckle when Avery called him ‘Doctor’. In his mind he saw himself wearing a white knee length lab coat, a stethoscope hanging around his neck and a multiple of pens in his coat pocket. Probably right now he was the closest thing in the room to a doctor, even if he wasn’t exactly one. Felix was more of a combat medic if anything. In battle- even if it was an exercise or a game of Capture the Flag, his job was to look after the wounded and evacuate them from the field and take care of them. There were different kinds of brave in Felix’s opinions. The Mars/Ares kids had their kind of battle- wading into the fighting and kicking butt. His was a different kind. Felix waded into the depth of battle without weapons to recuse injured campers and get them to safety, stabilize their wound before they ended up in the Infirmary. In its own way, his job was dangerous.
Before Avery could ask her second question, Felix jumped it to support what she said. “Yeah Mr Russo- you will be off training for the rest of the day” he affirmed with a no-nonsense tone. He had done some good work today on Nathan’s injury and didn’t want to see it messed up by the son of Bacchus getting banged on the nose again (it could happen!). But did Avery had asked a good question: Did the Roman kids get punished for being injured? He hoped not- that seemed unfair. That might not have been the case back at Camp Half Blood, but here he was beginning to think that was the opposite. Camp Jupiter seemed a lot less laid back and more ‘stressed’. Not that he was judging- this was the Roman way, he was learning.
“Nice to meet you Avery” Felix said as he stepped back at looked at his handy work, ‘I’m Felix- thanks for your help by the way. I can get a little busy” he said with a smile.
It took all the self-control that Nathan could muster, not to wince as Felix poked and prodded his injured nose. Not that he was trying to impress the Greek kids or anything…
Well, maybe a little. Not so much Felix- he probably knew how painful Nathan’s injury was, having seen uber-numbers of them in the past coming through the infirmary door. No, he was trying to impress the pretty ‘nursey’ girl that was helping him. He wouldn’t be Nathan Russo or a son of Bacchus if he wasn’t appraising the pretty girl a little. Not that he had any intention of flirting- kind of hard with a throbbing sore nose…
But he did look. Look as best he could with his nose elevated and looking past it and down as best he could.
None the less, there was a small creeping smile at what Avery suggested. Being a son of Bacchus he was all for the idea of blowing of training for the day and chilling by the pool. If that meant it was a pool party. Oh yes- that was most agreeable to Nathan! All ready he could see himself lying on an inflatable pool mattress, dressed only in beach shorts, sunglasses on under a hot California sun, glass of cold lemonade with a little cocktail umbrella in it and lots of cute girls in bikinis all around. What do you expect- he was a son of Bacchus after all…
But the reality-it wasn’t going to happen. Nathan knew an hour after he left the infirmary, he was going to be hauled up in front of his Centurion and chewed out for ill-discipline (that is to say, brawling). There would be no pool party with Legionnaire Nathan Russo of the Third Cohort. Instead under the hot California sun he would be either breaking rocks or building, pulling down and then moving a field fortification from all day from sun up to sun down…
All because he hauled off and bopped some jerk that had it coming. Had it been worth it? Yes. No. Maybe. Nathan wasn’t sure because his nose hurt. Of course…maybe his dad was able to dissuade the Fates and arrange for his Centurion to never know. As it was, Felix pronouncement made him smile, just a little otherwise.
“Something like that…” he answered Avery, none the less.
Oh hello…so ‘nursey’ did have a name after all. Nathan put that information in the back of his mind and planned to find out more about her (just out of honest interest, like if he was making an invitation list for another secret Third Cohort barrack party) later on. He was a son of Bacchus after all.
“Nice to meet you too Avery” Nathan smiled widely, even though his head was still titled back, “I’m Nathan- or as Doc called me, ‘Mr Russo’…but you can call me Nathan” he said.
The medic thanked her and Avery smiled brightly, "You're welcome." She couldn't help but feel good about the whole situation. Here she was, hours into her assignment and she was not only following through correctly but proving helpful. That was a high achievement in this place. At least it was when it came to her. There weren't many Roman things that she could say she was good at, but she was perfectly pleased to note that substitute nurse was now top of the list. Perhaps it was the only thing on the list, but that mattered neither here nor there.
It seemed like her suggestion had landed. Unintentionally she had gotten the hurt boy out of training for the day. She wasn't sure if he would be grateful or not but could only grimace when the healer began to give the other boy the orders. Thankfully the boy he was working on took it all in stride without much care about the order so she relaxed. The two introduced themselves and Avery found herself beaming once more, "Nice to meet you both."
The healer thanked her again for her assistance and she shrugged, "It's really no problem at all. I wasn't doing so well in archery so they sent me to you guys. I'm just glad I was able to help out." She watched as Felix stepped back and looked over Nathan's wound. It looked good to her, but she had no medical knowledge to speak of so she stayed quiet. Instead she threw away the rest of the unused cloths in the trash and took her gloves off, putting them in the bin as well. "Is there anything else you need help with? I think this is the last room that needs restocking so I'm at your service." She did a small mock bow with a grin while waiting for the medic's response.
A small smile crossed Felix’s face as he finished tending to Nathan’s injury. He too majorly SUCKED at archery. Seriously. You’d think that a son of Apollo would be able to get at least ONE arrow in the bulls-eye in the five or so years he had been a demigod. Reality of it was, you’d be safer standing in front of the target if Felix had a bow and arrow. Give him a javelin to throw or stick him in a Pankration match and he’d do some damage- but on a archery range…forget it!
“Yeah…totally get where you are coming from there” he admitted as he washed his hands post-treatment. “You were” he told Avery, “Sometimes it gets pretty busy around here, so we always appreciate the extra hands around here. When it is all hands to the pump, we will always need people to clean up or keep the supplies coming” he said. It was true- Felix and the healers that worked in the infirmary could really get busy and there were times they needed people to help with the fetch-and-carry work around the place.
Felix, now that he was finished with Nathan injury, looked around him. He had used some of the supplies in the room to tend to Nathan, but not enough that the shelves needed restocking. As for the rubbish bin, it wasn’t even slightly full yet. So he could do it later when he came off duty- he wasn’t averse to getting his hands dirty with a little scut work himself…
“Mmm…I guess if you want to stick around we could both mop the floor” he said. Hygiene was paramount in any medical establishment and the infirmary was no different. Not only that, once Nathan was gone (which he would be now that he was fixed up), he’d pretty much be alone so some company would be pretty nice.
Nathan would be the first to be a bit of a flirt at times. He liked pretty girls and most of the times they liked his tanned handsome looks and muscles. But there was a time and place for that sort of thing. Having a busted snout and a chance of kicking back for the day (Doc’s orders after all), meant this was not one of those times. He had no idea what chances he had with the nursey girl, so why push his luck? If he and Avery were to get to know each other- they’d end up meeting some other time. As they say: ‘Tomorrow is another day’.
“Always good to meet new people” he said with a smile as he lowered his head now that (hopefully) the bleeding had stopped. Nathan resisted the desire to sniff, because he was aware that it would hurt in the worst possible way. Figuring that he was good to go, he hopped of the bench he had been sitting on whilst Felix tended to him. Felix didn’t seem to object to him standing up, which just reinforced this opinion.
Hearing that Avery wasn’t that good at archery, he gave an understanding smile. Some people are destine to be warriors and others weren’t. Nathan knew that there were some Roman kids who were better at making weapons than making. Others were best left to design and site field fortifications, then actually build them. On some level he was pretty sure that sooner or later Avery would find her niche in Camp Jupiter and shine in it. What it was exactly…well, only the Gods knew that for sure.
“Well…if you want to get better at something- you got to practice at it” he advised Avery. Whether it was true or accurate, Nathan had no idea. For all he knew, he might have completely the wrong idea.
Nathan hopped down off of the examination table and stood. There didn't seem to be any blood coming from his nose anymore so she gave him a thumbs-up sign. He had some blood on his shirt, but other than that, he seemed to be good to go. She imagined that in a place like this the laundry detergent must be stronger than anything available in the mortal's realm. She had seen three broken noses already that day alone. Perhaps they simply threw them out and ordered more? Either way, her thoughts were taken off of laundry and into archery. Felix mentioned that he too wasn't very good at archery and she gave a sympathetic grin.
Avery was pleased to not be the only one who was utterly hopeless at archery in the room. It was especially comforting knowing that he was a child of Apollo, or at least she assumed that he was. Nearly every one of the healers who she had met had all been children of the archery-loving God. Nathan spoke up, adding that practice was the only way to get better at something and she nodded. "That's true, but I have a feeling that you'd change your mind if you saw me shoot one. I don't think there's enough practice time in the world to make my aim better." The last twelve that she had shot hadn't come anywhere near the large target. Among the ones she shot, four ended up in the dirt, two sailed off past the field (where she could only hope they stuck in a tree somewhere), four more of them hit the dirt two whole lanes over from where she had been shooting and finally the last two embedded deeply into her instructor's nearby duffle bag.
Felix mentioned that the Infirmary was always needing help and she nodded, offering up another soft smile, "Well feel free to send for me if you ever need some help. It's kind of nice being good at something for a change." Felix mentioned that she could help him mop and Avery nodded once more. "Sure. Sounds good." She had no idea where they kept the mops and brooms in this place. She had simply been handed the supplies cart earlier. She figured her best course of action would be to wait for his direction anyway, he was the person in charge.
A nod of his head answered Avery’s offer. “Sure- I’ll keep that in mind” he replied. “Often we seem to get busy when there is a big manoeuvre on- people sprain ankles, blistered feet and scratch themselves on bush and stuff. We get all sorts of cases in here”. In some ways the manoeuvres that went on in Camp Jupiter weren’t much different to the games of ‘Capture The Flag’ back in Camp Half Blood. Of course the manoeuvres were a little more…intense here as the Roman kids seemed to train pretty hard, from what he had seen and heard.
Healed up as best he could, Nathan left the infirmary. This left Felix and Avery alone in the room. “Like Nathan said- you can get only get better if you practice. But…if your heart is truly in something you are doing it is pretty well possible you’ll be got at it” he said philosophically.
Now that he had an extra pair of hands and no patents in need of attending, it seemed a good enough time to give their area a bit of a clean. He went over to the cleaning cupboard and pulled out two buckets with a mop each and carried them to the hot water tap and left them there. Grabbing a couple of broom he carried them over to Avery. “Here you go…” he smiled as he handed her one of them and began to sweep the floor. “You don’t really need to be an Apollo kid to work here- you know that right? You can start out cleaning up around here and then move on to stocking shelves. After a while someone will start to teach you how to do simple first aid stuff” he advised.
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GHF is the product of the mind of addi; inspired by the percy jackson and heroes of olympus series by rick riordian.
this is a work of fiction. names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
several beautiful remodels (including mini profile, profile) were designed by deltra of gangnam style and edited by haya to fit the site's concept and needs.
most images and gifs used for the skin are taken from assassins creed, the percy jackson movies and various google finds.
all contents are copyright to their original owners. all characters belong to their original creators, and may not be used or replicated without permission. all images are copyright to their original owners.
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