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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Aelin was running incredibly late. Perhaps that wouldn't be a big deal for a normal kid. Unfortunately, she was not a normal kid, she was a Roman and it was indeed a very big problem if she was behind. There were classes and schedules and training that not only required her presence but in a few instances, demanded it. Such as legionary warfare training. The entire cohort wouldn't be able to practice properly if she wasn't there, the whole point of their tactics depended on needing every person. Sure, they could pretend she had died in battle, but that thought wasn't one she particularly wanted to dwell on.
Thankfully, it was just Latin she was missing out on and there wouldn't be anyone requiring her presence. She doubted she'd be able to sneak in, that wasn't really an option, but maybe...just maybe, she thought if she rushed she wouldn't be punished too harshly. It was better to be somewhere later than not at all right? She let that thought comfort her as she double-timed it through her quarters.
She had run through the barracks, muttering apologies and slinging her bag over one shoulder as she ran through the cohort doors in a frenzy. She pushed the barrack doors open and out she ran, into the open path outside. She had only made it two steps outside when she realized that she had forgotten her Latin book. So, back in the barracks, she ran again. It took her a little over five minutes to actually find the one she needed of course. She was a little embarrassed to admit that it had been a while since she had last studied.
Grabbing the book, she ran out the door again, her feet rapidly hitting the dirt. She had made it a total of five steps this time before she ran right into someone as she had looked down for just a moment. The book went flying, her pack went skidding and Aelin yelped in surprise and pain as she too fell against the hard earth.
Before she could apologize or even see who or what it was that she ran into, her eyes caught a bottle rolling out of her pack. She was, of course, carrying various potions in that bag, which under normal circumstance wouldn't be a problem. Seeing a mysterious one roll around and get kicked along like a ball however, was a very, very bad problem. "No. No. No, no!" She yelped before scrambling towards the bottle.
It was a pretty relaxed day for Nathan. The weather seemed fine, the vibe of the camp wasn't as intense as it usually was and he had some free time before he had to report for his next class. Some new kids had arrived in his barrack and as one of the oldest (or more likely the oldest in need of learning some responsibility), he had been tasked with looking after them for the first few days of their time in camp. They seemed a pretty good bunch- wide-eyed, keen to learn and somewhat awed by the 6'2" son of Bacchus with the wavy raven black hair, toffee-brown eyes and big smile. He remembered not so long ago it seemed, that he was in their place. So it behooved him to look after them and see they got settled in. So far everything was going well.
With that in mind, he relaxed whilst his chargers were getting an orientation lecture from their Centurion (what on, he had no clue) and went for a wander around the barrack blocks. You never knew whom you would (excuse the pun) 'run into' around there at any time of the day. More than once he had been wandering around and met up with a friends and ended up having a conversation that lasted for ages. At breakfast he had snagged himself an apple from the mess hall and he munched on it as he walked along. Maybe a bunch of grapes would have been better (he was a son of Bacchus after all), but a simple apple would do as well. It made a damp crisp crunching sound as he bite into it as he wandered along, complimenting the tasty flesh of it as he chewed on it.
He was just passing Third Cohort's barracks, when someone out of the blue ran into him. Check that...BOUNCED off of him. Being 6'2' of mostly muscle, it was small wonder that whoever ran into him, bounced off him. The person who did so, seemed to be a girl who had come running out of Fourth Cohort barrack and totally by accident ran into him, not seeing him in time. Clearly it was an accident and the girl did not mean to do that. Nor did she seem to intend for the stuff she was carrying to fly off in all directions. One of the items was a bottle of...something, he wasn't sure what, that rolled across the ground. Clearly it was something the girl did not want to lose, so he went after it. Two long steps and he was scooping it up off the ground. At this point he realized something- he had no idea what was in it. More importantly he had no idea of whatever was in there, was dangerous. "Is this thing safe...?' he asked a cagey manner, holding it away from him at arm's length.
Falling to the ground was the very least of Aelin's problems. The little bottle had gotten kicked and tossed before she could grab it. Her hands scrambling towards the path that the glass had taken. Thankfully, whoever she had ran into was rather large and parted the sea of passing demigods easily, picking the bottle up from the ground. Aelin breathed a sigh of relief as she saw the guy hold it carefully. She closed her eyes for a moment, thanking the gods while he made his way over. Aelin stood, dusting herself off as he spoke to her.
Humor played upon her features as she watched him gingerly hold the glass, asking of its safety. If it had not been so rare and highly pricey to make, she might have jokingly suggested that he drink it and find out. However, the contents of the bottle were heavily guarded. She hadn't technically been allowed to take it out of the Trivia ingredient room, but she had needed a tiny drop for something and hadn't thought anyone would notice. It wasn't like the contents were used every day.
She shrugged, a hint of mischief in her words. "I guess that depends on who you ask." She extended her hand to him, to get the liquid back. She thought that she had seen him before, but she had never spoken to him. She was in the fourth cohort so most of her training was with them. The little bit of free time she had, she usually spent with Trivia kids practicing her magic. Lately, the free-time had been non-existent.
She had been called to help with the, thankfully occasional, barrier malfunction more often than she was comfortable saying. She liked to think that it was just a fluke, due to the influx of so many demigods entering the camp. As time progressed however, she wasn't so sure. Pulling her attention to the bottle she elaborated further, "It's a truth serum. The effects don't last for very long but it's highly powerful."
She didn't elaborate further. She didn't want to give him any reason to keep it or make her bargain for it. She didn't know who she was dealing with. He was obviously in a higher cohort than she was, which meant she had no influence over him if he decided to keep it. The only thing she could do was use her magic on him and pending he wasn't one of the big three that could go awfully wrong awfully quickly. "I'm Aelin, by the way. From the fourth."
It was small wonder that the sea of demigods parted as the jar rolled across the ground. All of them were aware that a Linebacker sized kid like Nathan was chasing after it (for whatever reason) and none wanted to be knocked over like skittles by a freight train. That said, the son of Bacchus eyed the contents of the jar with a wary eyes. Really...he had no idea what was in it o if it was of a dangerous nature.
"I guess that depends on who you ask" was the reply he got from the person who owned the jar. Great...just what he wanted to hear. A unknown substance was in a jar that MIGHT be dangerous to him. Even the demigods within earshot of him, started to give him a wide berth as if he was some how contaminated with something icky in nature. Nathan looked at the jar, really feeling not to secure at that moment. "And do YOU think it is safe..." he asked, waiting for her to suddenly wipe out extra-thick safety gloves and a haz-mat suit from out of nowhere. It was with no small amount of relief that Nathan extended his arm to the girl and even leaned forward at the waist, just so he could get the jar as far away from him as possible. Knowing some of the freaky-deaky magic stuff that went on around Camp with the gods and whatnot, he wouldn't be surprised if it contained concentrated gorgon spit. It was quite possible that Aelin had seen Nathan in the past, even if only in passing. Their barracks were close by and she might have noticed him going to and fro each day. In addition, when their cohorts were training together, Nathan was often in the front row of his cohorts testudo where his size and strength was of benefit. Not knowing him by name, she probably didn't pick up on the fact that he was the boy that one or two of the girls in her barracks that gushed over how cute he was or admit that they had snuck off from training one time to make out behind the barracks one time. There were many campers in Camp Jupiter and he was just one face among many.
Truth serum? Oh no, non, no...Nathan did want a dime of that stuff! He figured even a splotch of stuff on him and the unfortuitous presence of a Centurion, he would be blabbing about ever girl he had been flirting with at an unauthorized time, his part in forbidden parties in barracks and the banned growing of a grape vine he was involved in. No, Nathan didn't want anything to do with the contents of the jar and was only too pleased to be rid of it. Yes, it was true he could use it for himself. Certainly he could find out if certain girls in camp were interested in him or if they were planning to drop their current boyfriends so he could come in and woo them. But end of the day, the negative vastly outweighed the positive aspects. "I'm sure it is..." he replied as he stepped back to put as much space between him and the serum
"Nathan..." he replied nodding towards his barrack room as he took another bite of his apple, 'Third Cohort. Why you in such a rush? There a fire somewhere?" he asked.
The boy asked her if she personally thought it was safe and she found herself grinning, absolutely amused at the level of fear in his words. "That depends on who's wielding it." She knew that didn't answer his question, but it was a perfectly logical response. Sure, it would effect anyone who touched the contents, there were certain people though who could easily manipulate the serum. Children of certain gods or goddesses who could magnify or negate the serum entirely. Even among her own siblings there would be variants in the ways the serum worked and functioned.
She had never had to directly use the contents of the vial, not in its purest form like the bottle was in now, but she had used it in various spells before. It was an ingredient needed for certain spells that the camp applied to their borders monthly.
The boy gingerly handed it over, in an apparent need to get rid of it quickly and she found herself grinning. It was rather funny to see such a larger person terrified of a small bottle. She had thought that telling him the contents of the vial would put him at ease, but instead he gave her a wider berth. "Relax, it's perfectly safe inside this vial. It's charmed not to leak and even if it did, you'd have to get it directly onto your skin for it to work." There were sometimes ways to make it airborne but that hadn't been done in ages. It wasn't exactly ethical.
The boy stepped back further and had the contents of the vial not been so expensive and rare, she might have pretended to toss it at him. Instead she thanked her lucky stars that the bottle was back into her hands and slipped her pack off, finding the opening and un-zipping it. Aelin slipped the bottle inside and made sure it was secured before putting the pack back on, turning her attention back to the boy who introduced himself.
She shook her head, "No. I was late, but I guess it doesn't matter now. Might as well take the rest of the class off. I'll be punished either way." She put her hands in her pockets, regarding him. "What about you? No classes today? Or are you a delinquent like I am?" If she was honest, she hated that she was missing class. It was yet another stereotype that would look negatively on her cohort. She was usually the picture of rules and order, but sometimes she simply wasn't good enough.
"That would be you then..." the taller camper said. Personally- if he knew abut that sort thing, he had no idea what sort of effect it would have on a child of Bacchus or Dionysus as the Greek versions were called. Mostly it was hype them up like a little kid after a dozen expresso coffees with a puppy to play with- a raging party animal who would probably admit to anything and everything they felt about someone. That...could be awkward once the effect of serum afterwards.
Needless to say, Nathan was relieved that the serum bottle was not leaking. "Good to know" he smiled after handing the bottle over. Maybe he was being paranoid about something he really didn't know much about. As a son of Bacchus he had little to do with potion and spells and such like. He was more about the power that came from one inside and effected the world without. Such as making grape vines grow and yield to his command.
Nathan cocked his head that was crowned with wavy raven black hair at what Aelin said. "What class would that be?" he asked. He had no idea of course what class she was late for. That said, he had the good taste not to inquire as to the punishment she might have to suffer. "Mmmm..." he said taking a last bite from his apple before throwing the core onto the roof of his barracks (no reason why the birdies couldn't have a snack), "I got drill in the marching ring. Our new guys are getting an orientation lesson from out Centurion, so I got some spare time on my hand" he said.
She replied to his implication with a shrug. "I'd say a child of Trivia is the best case scenario to have something like this. I can't imagine the special kind of torture that one of the Mars kids could inflict with it." She made a face that made it very clear that she was not interested in anything that option offered. She didn't mind the Mars kids, but there was no denying that when it came to certain things, they were not her favorite people to deal with. She tended to stay as far away as possible when it had anything to do with fighting or training.
Nathan asked what class she was late to and she replied with a sigh, "Latin. I don't mind it, it's just a little boring." She had been reciting Latin since she was a child. Most of the spells that she had practiced and perfected were all in the language. Now while she sat in class it was hard for her to concentrate. Most of the time she ended up daydreaming. Had she not been so prepared to answer questions when the teacher called on her, she knew she would have gotten a ton of PT.
The boy tossed the apple that he had been chewing on over his head and Aelin gave a small laugh with a shake of her head, "Don't let the centurions catch you doing that. They'll have to cleaning the tile for weeks." Aelin shifted the weight of her backpack as she listened to him mention his next class. She hated marching. It was hands-down her second least favorite thing at camp. She made a sour face, "I'd rather have Latin." She laughed softly. "Although, it is nice when we have new people. Our instructor is usually a little lighter on the expectations."
She glanced at the clock hanging in front of the barracks and nodded towards the direction of the marching ring. "I'm going that way if you want to walk together?" She gave a half-grin, "Maybe it'll give me a little bit of cover from my centurion if I'm spotted." The Trivia storage room was on the way to the marching ring and she wouldn't mind having a little bit of company.
Yes...Nathan had to admit that sometimes the children of Mars had a tendency towards cruelty- or going too rough on, other campers in his opinion. Not that all of them were like that. Oh no. Some of them were the epitome of honor and valor that other kids in Camp Jupiter could only dream of aspiring to- Nathan included. They were the kids that he would have no problem following into Pluto's realm and helping to drag said god, kicking in screaming into the light of day. "Yeah...I can imagine they do go a little too far sometimes" he admitted.
"Ahh- yeah...Latin" the son of Bacchus sighed in sympathy. The traditional tongue could be confusing and frustrating to campers (himself included) at times. In his experience it was an arcane tongue that had many intricate rules and ways to it, that often tripped up the inexperienced campers. As if English clas at school wasn't hard enough- and that was his native tongue! "Yeah it can be boring. Also can he pretty hard too" he said."I can see how you would find it boring, if not hard- guess you gotta find a way to make it interesting" he suggested. Nathan had no idea exact she would be able to do that, but he was pretty sure of the idea. It seemed to him, that he learned things better of he was engaged in the class and it was fun to do. Question was, how to do that with Latin class? Certainly it was a 'necessary evil', that didn't mean it had to be a mind-rendering ordeal.
Oh- as if Nathan wasn't all ready on his Centurion's dirty list late. Quite of often he had been taken to task for one misdeed or another. Usually it was flirt-chatting with girls he shouldn't be, when he should be listening to what a Centurion was lecturing his Cohort on or when he should be paying attention to his guard duty. There had been caught a few times, with said pretty girl, rolling around in the hay together. More than once he had been collared tending a strictly forbidden grape-vine that he was evidently planning to make illicit wine from. Yes- Nathan had a few run ins with the Centurions of Camp Jupiter. It was just he fighting prowess and his determination to be promoted that had kept him out of Fourth Cohort. "Yeah...I totally don't want that!" he said, his eyes searching the area for any Centurion that might be about to pounce on him. Personally, he would prefer extra-combat training or field fortification training to being inside having Latin beaten into his skull. Nathan liked to challenge himself physically more than he did mentally. He preferred to spend an hour practicing his swordsmanship to practicing Latin conjugated verbs and nouns. In addition he was better at wrestling sons of Mars, than he was at wrestling with Latin sentence and grammar structures. "I'll...have to take your word on that one" he said with a playful smile.
"Sure thing..." the tall muscled tan skinned teenager agreed. "Totally up for a chance to 'pull the wool over the eyes' of the Centurions every so often" he said playfully. Every camper at some level liked to test the limits with those set above them and Nathan was no different. When all was said and done, he was always up for a little harmless fun.
Aelin tucked a strand of dark hair behind her ear, her smile turning sheepish before she replied, "I've been studying Latin since I was child so it's not really hard per say. It's just hard to keep my head in the class." She had, on a few occasions, wished that something had challenged her. She was sure once she got a few more years under her belt and the closer she got to serving her ten years, the more challenging it would become. As it stood however, it was all she could do to keep awake. Her teachers tended to see her lack of attention as a personal attack on their teaching, despite her assurance that it was the opposite, she tended to do a lot of PT.
Aelin laughed lightly when the boy began looking around for prowling centurions. She hadn't seen one yet so she assumed they were probably in the clear. She doubted they'd let the infraction go if they had been in the area. She had seen them post punishments for far less. "I think you're in the clear." Nathan made a joke about Latin and she looked over at him, a small grin on her lips, "Not your thing eh?" She couldn't blame him of course. Latin wasn’t exactly the easiest language to learn. Roman demigods seemed to take to it more naturally than mortals, but that didn't mean it was easy. She heard the Greeks naturally took to ancient Greek which of course made sense. She made a mental note to ask one of her Greek half-siblings if the Latin spells were harder to read or not.
Nathan agreed to walk with her and she nodded, a pleasant smile on her face before she began moving towards the Trivia building. The walkways were still clustered with people. Not as many bodies as there had been before, but much more than usual. The camp itself had almost doubled its normal camper number. Orange Camp Half-blood t-shirts filled the area and she wondered if they had their own schedules yet. She didn't know how well they'd take to Roman rules. Her heart ached for them, but she would be lying if she said she wasn't wary of them all. Aelin turned her attention back to Nathan. "So, how long have you been at camp? I think I've seen you around before. Maybe at the last war game?"
An impressed look crossed Nathan's face when he was informed that Adein didn't find learning Latin hard. "I'm impressed" he admitted, "I can speak it okay, but there is times that it seems like I need a little more work". That said, he did have to nod. 'Yeah...I find it hard too to keep my head in class as well" the son of Bacchus agreed. Many a time when he was in class, he found him distracted. It could be a warm day with the sun shining down and he would be thinking about being in a vineyard, working it. Other times, it was something much closer to hand- like a pretty girl that he wanted to flirt with. Or he was thinking about some jerk who had been messing with barrack mates to the point that a fight between them and him was in the offering.
Oh yes- Centurions could come down hard if you stepped out of line or did something to irk them. Most of the time it was flirting with girls or getting into brawls that got him into trouble. Nathan often got the impression that they were more disappointed, than angry with him when they dished out a punishment for him. He was a good legionnaire, who was never late for parade, had almost spotless gear and was a reasonably good fighter. Maybe even good enough to become a Centurion himself or a Aquilar one day. Nathan laughed when told that they were pretty much in the clear. "Good to know- kinda want to be on the Centurion's good side now days" he admitted. A hissing sigh escaped from between Nathan's teeth at Adein's question. "Not really..." he admitted, "I am tend to be better in the Palestrae than in the classroom". Looking at him, it was evidently true.
The arrival of the Greek kids from Camp Half Blood had not gone unnoticed by Nathan. Their bright orange t-shirts were pretty obvious and contrasted with the purple ones that the Camp Jupiter kids wore. Personally he hadn't meet many of them or even got to know them well. He had learned a little about them from what he overhead from their conversations in the meet or from what he saw of them. In the past he had the opportunity to spar with one or two of them. Individually they were pretty good- certainly better than him he had found a few times. However when it came to fighting as a group...he was disappointed. They seemed to value fighting as individuals and not in an organized group like the Romans did. On occasion he wondered to himself if that was the reason that Camp Half Blood fell... "Mmmm....about four or five years" he replied as they walked along. "Probably have" he said with a chuckle, "I have made a bit f an impression on the drill ground in the past". At the last war game, his cohort made a good impression against other cohorts that they were put up against. With Nathan in the front rank, he could hit an opposing testudo formation like a Quarterback.
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An embarrassed laugh came from Aelin's lips when he said he was impressed. She didn't find that personally impressive, especially not when it was matched against the abilities her cohort mates tended to have. Sure she could wield and bend the mist at will, but give her a sword and she was practically useless. She had no skills in weaponry or anything practical that the romans considered useful. "It takes a lot of practice. There are a few books I can loan you if you're interested? They helped me with the trickier variations."
Aelin nodded when he mentioned it was good to be on the centurion's good side. "True. With all of the Greeks coming in they might let a few things slide, lots of other things to worry about." She shrugged, thinking more on the subject. Her head tilting to the side just a bit before she added, "Although the extra pressure might make them more rigid about the rules. Guess it's better to not find out."
It was Aelin's turn to be impressed as he mentioned the fitness area. An area which she tended to avoid, second of course to the Ludus. "Into fitness huh?" There weren't too many Romans who weren't into some level of fitness or training, but she was always outside of that circle. "I've never been very good at working out. I always get bored." She gave a small laugh, a light shrug of her shoulders.
They began walking along and Aelin was thankful they hadn't passed anyone who outranked her. She didn't want to think about the punishment that was surely coming. She could lie of course and more than likely find some way out of the problem, but that wasn't her. She might not be Roman in the same aspect as the rest of the legionnaires. She couldn't defend it with sword or shield and she was rubbish in formation but she was Roman through and through when it came to honor. That and a bit of pride as well.
Nathan began walking with her, mentioning that he had been there five years. Aelin nodded, "Nice. I'm in my second." He mentioned making an impression on the drill field and she laughed lightly again, "Well Kudos to you. If I made an impression, it most definitely wouldn't be a good one. I'm terrible at it. I can never remember the formations." Or hold her sword and shield appropriately. Hence why she was always in the back of the line and rightfully so. "Any tips?"
"Yeah..." Nathan agreed, "It does take a lot of practice. I mean, anything you want to be good at- or not totally suck at, take practice". He knew this was true because as a Roman demigod, he was constantly being drilled or made to practice this or that skill. Because of this, Nathan was pretty sure that in a actual fight, one Roman demigod could take three Greek kids any day of the week. Whether this was true, he wasn't in a hurry to find out. Aelin's offer seemed a good one and not one to be passed up on if he was smart enough. "I would like that" he nodded, "Anything to get my head around it all" the son of Bacchus said.
Greek kids in Camp Jupiter... Nathan was pretty much aware that some of the other Roman kids in camp did not like this. He had heard dark grumblings about them even in his own barracks room when they were all together. For his part, Nathan wasn't too sure what he felt about it all. On one hand he was a good Roman kid. That was not even in question, despite the fact he was like his father. Discipline and honor was almost literally woven into his DNA and they were values he lived by (even if it didn't seem that way sometimes). Greek kids were like that, they seemed a little...scatterbrained at times. That was probably totally unfair of him to think that, but he couldn't help being who he was. Then again- the Greek kids did make thing interesting around camp. "Noo...." he said in a long tone, "Getting the Centurions hacking mad at you is NOT the way to go, if you want to avoid getting in trouble with them". Nathan was pretty sure his Centurion had him on a choke-chain now days, waiting for him to step out of line even an inch, so they could give it a 'jerk' and being him back into line. It was amazing how effective extra pack drill was as a corrective teaching point...
Nathan had to chuckle at Aelin's understatement about him being into fitness. He was a virtual Adonis with a body covered in lean athletic muscles that made him look like a teenage gladiator at times. "Yeah...." he smiled, "I am. Pretty important if you are going to train as hard as we do or build field fortifications every time we go into the field". It also helped him be the success he was as a wrestler (in and out of camp) and was definitely a bonus when he was flirting with pretty girls and holding their attention for a long time. "Its something I like doing and am pretty good at' he said. "There you go- you're easily bored when you are working out" the son of Bacchus concluded. "I think if you found something you enjoyed doing and made it into a work out of some kind, you could probably enjoy working out" he said. Nathan wasn't sure if that was possible, but it seemed a pretty good idea to try out.
"Second year huh? I remember my second year here- spent a lot of it being the Centurion's chew-toy because I was screwing up all the time. Helped that I finally had an ambition that has kept me- most of the time, on the straight and narrow" he said. "All you can do is try and do your best- if you obsess about it more than that, you'll end up as crazy as a loon" the son of Bacchus advised. Being such, he was used to dealing with issues related to craziness. He thought for a moment on the question Aelin posed him. "Keep the other guy at long range with your pilum and if all else fails- stick close to someone bigger than you" he said at last.
Aelin nodded along as he spoke. Practice was key. In every aspect of life, if someone really thought about it. Nathan mentioned he'd like to borrow the books and Aelin smiled, "Sure. No problem. I can drop them off at your barracks later." Her books were actually inside of the same building the she was walking in the direction of. It would be no issue to drop the books off later. She would have to pass by his barrack to get to hers later that night anyway.
She gave a small laugh when he mentioned not getting the centurions mad at you. That was definitely one of the first of many rules that someone needed to learn quick once arriving. Don't upset the Praetors. Don't sneak out of camp. Obey the centurions. Pledge your loyalty to Rome. It wasn't very hard to figure out what was expected of you. Sometimes knowing what you should do and actually following through with that knowledge were two very different things though. She, thankfully, had never upset her Centurion as much as Nathan was hinting at, but never say never.
Nathan confirmed that he was into fitness and Aelin made a soured face as he said it was important. She knew that. Truly she did, but as much as she knew theoretically that she needed to work out, she could never summon up the energy to do so. "I guess." She listened as he very kindly recommended that she find something she enjoyed doing and her head titled to the side in thought a moment before speaking again. "Hmm. I guess I could bring a book to read on the treadmill or something." She would much rather spend the time reading in the garden, but that was a start. Little baby steps that could add up.
Aelin looked over at him as he recalled his second year of training. She nodded along at the advice. She didn't plan on getting into trouble. She wasn't the sort, but the advice was still something she could use. "I haven't gotten into much trouble thankfully, but I appreciate the advice. Best not to take anything too seriously." When it came to the formation tip she tried to take a mental note of it and store it away. Though if she was honest, she wasn't exactly sure how she would manage doing that. In theory that was sound advice, but in practice she could barely hold the thing up, much less keep someone away with it. When he said to stick close to someone bigger she laughed. That was the kind of advice she could follow. As they finally made it to the building she nodded in reference, "Well, that's my stop." She turned back, a genuine smile on her lips, "Thanks for the company and good luck out there." She doubted he would need it, but it was worth saying anyway.
“Sure thing- thanks…” the son of Bacchus smiled when told that Aelin would drop the books off to his barracks later. It was a good thing that Roman campers did things to help each other. Maybe it was just his opinion, but often Centurions tended to browbeat and harangue new campers a little too much. Sometimes it seemed much more effective for older, more experienced legionnaires to mentor new legionnaires. Certainly he had done that himself. In his barracks, he often took it upon himself to inspect a new kid’s equipment was in order before going on parade. On the training field it was often Nathan who taught kids on how to build field fortifications. Sometimes he was astounded how many kid didn’t know how to use a shovel without breaking the handle. Maybe that was the sign that he might make a good Centurion in the future. Whatever the future held for him, some of the younger campers looked up to him if not with awe, than with respect…kind of.
“It’s a start…” Nathan said when Aelin suggested she bring a book to use on the treadmill, “Certainly it would stop you getting too bored on the treadmill at least and help you to pass the time- maybe even forget how much time you are spending working out” he suggested. Working out wasn’t for everyone. Nathan knew that and knew that not every Roman camper would be on the battlefield in a war. There would be Actuarius who made the food they ate, Medicus who would be fixing up the wounded, whilst the Agrimensor decided where the forts were to be built. Obvious he would in the front lines, but that didn’t mean everyone had to be.
Nathan chuckled. “Don’t worry- you will do something wrong sooner or later” he said. “Centurions will always find something to bust you on if they want or they think you need to learn some lesson. Best to take it—get it over with and move on”. Truth be told Nathan had his fair share of punishment details that he had endured and then just got on with his life…until the next time he did something irk his Centurion. Now days it wasn’t so often- either he was becoming more disciplined and ‘getting with the program’ or he was just more crafty about what he got up to…or maybe the Centurions were just turning a blind eye and hoping he would ‘self-discipline’ himself.
“Alright then…” he said when told that they had arrived at Aelin’s destination, “See you later” he said as he took his leave from her.
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