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.
Aelin was on a war-path. She had awoken from a nightmare last night in a cold sweat. Nightmares were usually common in demigods, but her mother had shown her spells that protected her thoughts and emotions to prevent them. The spell was a safeguard against negative forces or feelings that plagued most of the others like her. The spell wasn't perfect, but it was almost impossible to get by. She could count on one hand the number of bad dreams that she had ever had. Last night had added another number to that list. She had seen her father die, and it hadn't been enough to have a monster take him from her. No, the death had been gruesome and cruel. She hadn't been able to help nor prevent it. Her magic had been rendered useless and her sword skills were nothing compared to the drakon that had laughed at her failed attempts to save her father's life.
She had woken up with tears running down her face and had done the only thing that she knew to do: ran for her mother. Aelin hadn't even slipped her shoes on before she bended the mist to her will, hiding her form, and running out of the barrack doors. It was late in the night, which eased her senses just a bit. The darkness had always been her mother's favorite realm. She ran until she came to a spot where the roads forked off. One side to go to the stables, one side leading to the field of Mars, and the other straight ahead to New Rome. Aelin sat down, right in the middle of the crossroads and closed her eyes.
She took three minutes to calm her senses, focus her breathing, and reach out to her mother. The goddess didn't appear to her physically, but she saw her as clear as day in her mind. The mystical figure of darkness and magic had soothed her in as little as five words: it was only a dream. Aelin had almost collapsed from relief. Thankful that it had indeed been a nightmare and not a prophetic image of things to come. She didn't remember telling her mother bye, or even how long the goddess had spoken to her. The only thing she could recall when she woke up, still sitting in the middle of the road, was the image of one of her cohort legionnaires. A child of a sleep god if she was remembering correctly.
The idea of one of her fellow legionnaires deliberately causing nightmares in her sleep had been enough to make her blood run hot. She had stalked to their barracks, but he hadn't been there. So she had showered, changed, and asked around until she got his location: the field of Mars. She had all but stomped off in the direction, not bothering to say hello or let any distractions bother her. Her eyes set upon the field, scanning everything that moved. Her eyes locked on him, and she didn't relent until she was about twenty feet away. In one smooth motion of her hand, he was hoisted into the air, snagged by one foot and held aloft, almost as if he had stepped on a trip-line. He was a mere 12 feet in the air. Not enough to mortally wound him, if her magic failed, but certainly enough to break a bone or two.
She calmly crossed her arms across her chest and regarded him, "Would you like to beg for mercy or would you rather take your chances and let the first cohort use you as a pinata?"
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] Riven woke up early, feeling a little uneasy after leaving the dream he was more or less stuck inside. He wasn't entirely sure what he was watching but to mortals, it could surely be compared to a horror movie. He shuddered softly as he sat up in his bunk before swinging his legs over and standing up. He changed into the purple camp shirt and a pair of black joggers. His hair was a curly mess but he couldn’t bother. Doing nothing more than running a hand through it, perhaps turning it into an even bigger mess, he was done getting ready for the day. Signs of a restless night were evident as the dark circles under his sapphire eyes suggested.
His training schedule was still filled with lessons with barely any spare time. There were just a few adjustments to involve the Greeks in their training. Riven’s day started with combat training, however, since the classes expanded they were divided into groups. One to train at the Ludus Magnus and the other at the Fields of Mars as long as there were no war games going on. He was in the latter group and slowly trotted over to the green fields.
Being earlier than the rest he used the time to start stretching. His eyes dreamily gazed at the grass he was standing on and he contemplated laying down and taking a nap right there. It looked soft and very inviting if it weren't for the dampness of the early morning, dew drops glittering in the sun.
But before he could finish the thought he was suddenly lifted off the ground. His eyes widened in surprise and terror, head whipping around to see what or who was causing it. Did he fall asleep? No. A wave of nausea washed over him after he was flipped around, hanging upside down in the air with nothing but magic holding him up and keeping him from falling and perhaps breaking his neck.
Blue eyes adjusted to the world upside down and caught a glimpse of brown hair. He let out a confused sound the mix of a laugh and a yelp. “If you tell me why I should beg for mercy I might. But right now I’m not quite sure what I did to deserve hanging in the air like said pinata.”
A pleased sense of self-satisfaction washed over Aelin as she noted the surprise immediately pass over the boy's face. Good. She thought, quite pleased with herself. Maybe next time he would think twice about messing with someone's dreams. She had to be honest though that a part of her was relieved that it had been due to an intrusion. Demigods were prone to glimpses of the past and sometimes things to come as well as a full gamut of nightmare scenarios. She had her safeguards in place for a reason. The idea of those failing and showing her that kind of nightmare would have been alarming to say the least. Not that he would get off any easier. The whole reason she was in this state was entirely because of him.
The boy gave an awkward chuckle, asking what he should be begging mercy for and Aelin resisted the urge to toy with his precarious situation. "I saw your face in my dream last night. Or rather, nightmare would be the more accurate term. You're lucky, you're getting off this easy. Trust me." She kept her focus on him, not that she felt concerned for her magic faltering. She could do this all day and pending that he didn't apologize and beg for forgiveness she just might. "You would think a child of a sleep god would know better than to mess with a kid of Trivia but here we are."
Had he not been in the same cohort as she was, she might have thought he had done it because of her lower cohort ranking. That maybe he had made the mistake of thinking her weak. He was in the same proverbial boat that she was in though so that negated that theory. "Do you take turns slipping into everyone's dreams or am I just lucky?"
She kept him where he was, foot still firmly held in the air. She knew he was at no risk of serious medical harm. At the worst perhaps a little lightheadedness and it would be well-deserved after the sleepless night he had given her.
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] Riven felt his blood rush to his head. It had barely been a minute and he already felt a little lightheaded. Swallowing hard he kept his gaze trained on the daughter of Trivia just in case she might think about dropping him. At least he could, hopefully, spot it in her features if she did. He waited for her answer, lifting… or dropping… his eyebrows, scratching his nose. He couldn’t help the scoff that escaped him when she mentioned seeing him in her dream. “Duh, I’m the child of Somnia. God of dreams? Makes sense right? You know that!” he said, rolling his eyes at her as if what she just said was the stupidest he had ever heard.
But then it hit him. “Wait a minute,” he let out, gasping softly. Riven pointed a finger at her, still dangling in the air like a pinata. “You saw me?” he asked, a silhouette of confusion masking his face. Strange. She wasn’t supposed to see him. He didn’t show himself or make himself shown, preferring to just keep in the dark, hidden from the dreamers. It was kind of awkward to slip into random heads, seeing such intimate information in their minds. He could see someone’s hope, fear, their desires, and many more things… some of them he didn’t really want to have seen. He shuddered at the memories, wishing he could delete them out of his brain.
Curious eyes looked at her, wondering, thinking… “I don’t have any clue how the selection works. We sleep in the same room. Might be that. Maybe… maybe because you’re a child of Trivia it attracted me more? I have no idea, really. Maybe it was because your nightmare was so intense? But that wasn't my doing. I just watched.” Riven tried to explain, but he doubted she would accept any kind of explanation from him any time soon. He’d probably end up as pinata for the first cohort after all.
Letting out a sigh, he shifted a little in the air, bending up to touch his feet as if he was bound – but he wasn’t. He was held up by nothing but magic. “If you let me down we can talk about this. Because I feel like I’m about to pass out if I keep hanging in the air any longer.”
Aelin's eyebrows scrunched just a moment as the boy, who she was suspending by a single foot in the air, sassed her. As if she didn't know who he was and who his godly parentage was. As if she hadn't put two and two together already. Then she realized that he had misunderstood what she had meant by seeing him in her dreams. Heat immediately bloomed over her cheeks and she shook her head, "Oh gross. You wish. That's not what I meant."
Suddenly it all must have clicked for him however as he pointed his finger at her. He seemed to be in shock that she had seen him and she wondered if perhaps she had held him suspended too long. She managed an eye-roll while still keeping him held aloft. "Yes. Of course I saw you. I told you…my mother is Trivia. I've been warding my dreams since I was child."
She asked why her, expecting a clear reason. Perhaps he was bored? Maybe it was a challenge? Maybe he was going in alphabetical order? She was not expecting him to give her a quizzical look, as if she was a science experiment gone wrong. He began mumbling through reasons, none of them one that he sounded the least bit sure of. She wasn't sure if she should believe him or not, though it would explain why he had been so caught off guard by her retaliation. She was edging towards letting him down softly when he mentioned that he merely watched it. Aelin's eyebrows rose, "You just watched?! My dreams are not your own personal Netflix."
She was half-tempted to raise his height up a good foot or two, but he asked her to set him down, complaining that he was going to pass out. "Fine. But don't try anything." She couldn't remember how skilled with weapons he was, but she hoped her display would at least make him think twice about retaliating. Aelin begrudgingly raised her hand, letting him slowly come back down to the ground. She didn't even drop him for the last three inches like she had been tempted to do. She waited for him to get himself together before she spoke. "I can count on one hand the number of nightmares that I've had in my entire life and you're actually suggesting that the first time I have one at camp, and see your face in it, it was some sort of fluke?" She hoped he was going to offer more than that in his defense.
Normally, Aelin wasn’t prone to anger. Normally, it took a lot to make her upset. Everyone had their buttons though, and hers was her father. The one mortal she had in her life that meant anything. The only one who meant everything. She watched him, still not entirely convinced that he wasn't simply trying to talk his way out of it all. "What are your gifts?" She asked curiously. Gifts could be telling. He could lie, again, of course but she could always find out for herself. If that happened, he'd have a whole lot more than being suspended in the air to worry about.
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] Riven made a mental note that being in the air, head pointing down at the ground with nothing but magic holding him up, was something he should and wanted to avoid in the future. Perhaps angering a child of Trivia should be added as well but he didn’t even know what he did that made her angry, besides the dream thing. It wasn’t as if he had a choice or any power over his abilities. He blinked at her when she told him that she had been warding her dreams. "Maybe your wards failed this time. That’s not on me, sorry." He didn’t mean to sound rude or snappy but as the blood kept rushing to his head his patience was slowly decreasing.
The brunet mimicked her facial expression, his eyebrows rose after her next words. "Maybe I should just cancel my subscription then. I don’t get to choose which one-star-rated horror movie I’m forced to watch each night!" he grunted, frustration growing the longer he was kept hanging in the air. He would have tossed his hands up if he could but all they did were to hang limp beside his head. The ground wasn’t even near enough to touch it.
Blue eyes looked at the grass below him before he glanced back at the daughter of Trivia. When she finally gave in to his demands to be let down, Riven let out a huge sigh of relief. "Thank you. Don’t worry. I’m not stupid," he said, his lips pressed together as he anticipated having his feet planted on the fields again. The moment he touched the ground he rested for a moment, hand placed against his chest in relief. After pushing himself up to stand, albeit his legs feeling a little like pudding and his head throbbing as the blood rushed back down into the rest of his body, he moved his gaze to look at Aelin.
Ignoring the lightheadedness that appeared, Riven listened as she spoke, crossing his arms over his chest. "I honestly have no idea why I was in your dream today. I swear. Maybe you subconsciously weakened your wards because of the nightmare," he suggested with a light, one-shouldered shrug. "People usually can’t see me. So guess how surprised I am to find out that you did see me." Riven rolled his neck, slowly feeling better now that he was standing properly on the field again. He shifted his weight uneasily as they talked, raising his eyebrows when she asked him about his gifts as if she didn’t know already.
"Well, as you already know I can enter the dreams and nightmares of others. However," he said, holding up his hand in a defensive stance. "I have absolutely no control over whose dream I get thrown into. It was the first time it was you but I usually don’t bother remembering everything or everyone. People go through several dreams a night. It’s just too much content to remember." The brunet dropped his arms to his side, glancing around the fields of Mars. She asked him about his gifts and while he usually preferred to keep information about himself private he didn’t necessarily want to upset her again. Who knew what else she would do to him other than playing demigod pinata with him.
Clearing his throat he continued his explanation, although he wasn’t sure if it made any sense. He still had to figure out a lot about his powers himself. "As a side note, I don’t like nightmares either. I can manipulate a person’s dream but only to what they know. I mean if you want to give it another try I can try to manipulate yours? Make the nightmare shift to something more pleasant." He looked at her expectantly, wondering how she would answer. Probably with a no and a flick of her hand to send him into a tree or something.
The boy, whom she held aloft in the air, commented on the possibility of her wards failing and she wondered if perhaps he had a death wish. Sure there were lots of things around camp that she wasn't good at but magic was not one of them. She wouldn't consider herself a cocky or arrogant person, but she knew where her strengths lay. Warding dreams wasn't particularly hard either, at least not for her. It was a mini version of the same magical system that protected camp's borders.
Realization slammed into her like a freight train. Camp Jupiter's wards were malfunctioning randomly at different areas. Children from Trivia had been asked to monitor those wards on a regular basis now. It was possible that whatever magic force that was weakening the camp's wards could potentially affect her own.
She set the boy down, her thoughts running wild as he seemed to be gathering himself together. She realized that, perhaps, he possibly might not actually be responsible for last night's events. Which meant she owed him an apology. He suggested that she might have dropped her wards down by accident and she shook her head. "No. I wouldn't do that. They're not tied to my emotional state. They're based on the same binding the camp's wards have just in a smaller amount and triggered subconsciously and not physically." She didn't know if he knew anything about the camp's borders malfunctioning randomly but as he spoke about people not usually seeing him she felt a small tinge of heat creeping into her cheeks.
"I hadn't considered the wards could malfunction. They've never failed me, but that's not your fault. I'm sorry." There. That hadn't been too hard. Pity Camp Jupiter didn't have a card shop. She could use a 'sorry I undeservingly put your life at risk' one right about now. Aelin thought a little more about why she was able to see him. If that wasn't normal for him then what exactly did it mean? Were they being warned about something? Was there something they weren't seeing? She didn't know the answer to any of those questions. "Well, I don't know if you remember or not, but you weren't exactly front and center. It was more like you were an extra in the background of a movie." She gave a small half-smile at the memory. He hadn't been an active participant, which again could hold a whole host of meanings.
He spoke about his powers, confirming what she had seen of him in her dreams. He seemed to be truthful and she had no issues pressing him further on the matter. Their situation was, in all probability, a fluke. As he continued, talking about being in the middle of so many people's dreams she frowned slightly, her brows pressing together, "Sorry. That sounds awful. Can you not make yourself stay inside your own dream?" A small bit of curiosity edged into her. She wondered if it would be possible to make a charm that would allow him to stay inside of his own head. She didn't know if there was anything like that out there though. Plus things tended to get iffy when it came to dealing with godly gifts. She could try to help him to only bind him to his dream world forever or something equally awful.
The boy spoke up again and she listened in silence as she contemplated his offer. On one hand, allowing someone to manipulate something that she was already manipulating seemed like it was just begging for something bad to happen. On the other hand, if her wards failed her again, she had no desire to see the things that she had witnessed last night. Plus, she had more than likely scared him enough to guarantee that he wouldn't harm or scare her on purpose so really she didn't have much to lose. "Would that require me to lower all of my wards or could you work around them?"
Ave, demigod! Over the next month, all new threads created may be attacked by the Fates at any time, unless specified in the subheader. All random events will be based on prompts from the randomizer. Please refer to the event guide #2 for further and more detailed information about your character's possible fate.
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.
