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.
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] The son of Mars had returned his horse to the stables, enjoyed a quick bath in the deserted bathhouse, and changed into ordinary clothes, ditching his armor and uniform for once. His hair was still slightly wet, drops of water dripping down his chestnut curls in irregular intervals, leaving dark spots on his purple camp shirt here and there. If it wasn‘t for his reputation and rank he could almost get mistaken for an ordinary legionnaire. He caught his reflection in one of the mirrors on his way out of the Principia. He looked so normal, even younger if it wasn‘t for the dark shadows under his eyes indicating nights and nights of restless sleep.
Despite the hour his feet carried him over to the Mess Hall. Dareios spent a few minutes tossing and turning, trying to ignore the grumbling of his stomach but in the end, he gave up and decided to grab a quick bite to eat. The food available at the Praetor quarters was plenty but it was mostly fruits and snacks. He was craving something hot and filling.
Pushing open the doors of the Mess he walked inside, not caring if anyone was to see him. He was pretty sure no one would dare to bother or even stop him, curfew or not. Perks of being Praetor and perhaps feared by most - not all but most. Upon entering he could smell the dinner he had missed, making his lips arch downward because whatever it was it smelled delicious and he couldn‘t help but feel a little disappointed that he didn‘t get a chance to even taste it. fracking those Greeks.
He let out a sigh as he marched towards the kitchen area, hazel eyes scanning the unfamiliar territory. Dareios was good at a lot of things… unfortunately, cooking wasn‘t one of them. In fact, the number of times any attempts in the past have resulted in an accidental fire was just too… too many to count. The memory of being banned from the kitchen area lingered in his mind but he just shrugged it off. Couldn‘t deny him a meal, could they?
Dareios opened one cupboard after another, observing the contents to see if there was anything instant or just something that was easy to cook. He reached for a box of bowtie pasta and started reading the instructions on the back. It couldn‘t be too hard to cook noodles, right? … Right? His focus was entirely on the cooking instructions and a random sauce recipe printed right below.
[attr="class","THREAD1BLCONTENT"] Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. The pounding in her head was getting to be unbearable. A vision had hit her like a meteor a few days ago, and she was still feeling the after effects of it. It was times like these that she was really very much hating her father's gifts he had given her. Apollo thought she could handle this? The constant pain, the never knowing if she was going to be hit with a vision that would knock her on her gluteus maximus? What a douche bag. It was probably just the pain that was annoying her, but who knew? She was just going to have to deal with it. Crawling out from the soft down covers she sighed, rubbing her temples for a moment. She was hungry, having slept through much of the day. It wasn't unusual for people not to see her after her visions would attack her. It was well known that she would be out for days at a time, but very few people seemed to check on in on that outside of siblings and on occasion Morrigan or Daerios.
Her cheeks flushed bright red thinking of that particular Praetor. He was one of the few people that she ever truly opened up to and someone she felt she could truly trust. He had helped her countless times, and it was not unusual for him to be the one to carry her back to her room when she had had a particurally nasty vision. Pushing the thoughts of him aside, she climbed to her feet thinking maybe a little food and maybe some caffiene would knock the headache away. They weren't really supposed to have a lot of that kind of stuff, but she really thought a Mountain Dew or something would help. Making her way down to the mess hall she didn't really cross anyone on the way. It was late, but they kept it unlocked thankfully.
Pushing open the door she glanced around before heading to the kitchen where she almost had a fracking heart attack, stopping in her tracks with her hand over her chest. " Gods Daerios, you scared me." she wasn't expecting to see anyone in the kitchen, much less someone she had just been thinking about, and someone who more than once had caused quite a mess in the kitchens when he tried to cook. " That might be a safe choice for you to make...you can't mess pasta up too badly." she teased him gently and headed over to the fridge grabbing a soda and thinking better of it grabbed two as well as two glasses and poured some for each of them with a little ice.
" If you share I can help? Maybe with some sauce. I can make a pretty easy marinara sauce." she searched the kitchen for what she might need and looked back at him. " You need to get more sleep D, I'm really worried about you." he had been in her latest vision, but she wasn't sure how to tell him that yet, as she was still trying to work out the details of it.
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[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] After studying the cooking instructions for what felt like forever the son of Mars was fairly confident this time that he could do it and not burn down the Mess Hall and probably get banned forever - if that wasn't already the case. He heard a set of feet approaching, soft steps coming closer to the kitchen where he was but he didn't mind it too much. Giving the row of kitchen knives on the magnetic holder on the wall a quick glance he set down the box of uncooked pasta on the counter. Surprising or even scaring Dareios was a very difficult and hard task. If anyone ever accomplished it they would have to pull all the drastic measures.
'Gods Dareios, you scared me.'
Dareios turned halfway, leaning against the kitchen counter with his back, his hands had already taken hold of the pasta box again. His mind was fixated on food and eating at this moment. Looking at Kadence one side of his mouth twitched into a silhouette of a smirk. "Ah, I keep hearing that a lot," he replied, giving it a small fake apologetic shrug. His gaze moved back to the pasta box when she mentioned it would be a safe choice for him. "I hope so but given the multiple accidents that happened right here every time I tried to make my own food I wouldn't be too sure about it," he said, giving it a little shake.
Putting the pasta on the counter and pushing it into her direction he exchanged it for the glass of soda she poured for him. Hazel eyes watched the ice cubes dance around in the glass, clinking as they jiggled against the glass before he took a sip of the cold beverage. He looked at her over the brim of the glass, eyebrows slowly drawing together. "Sleep is for the weak. And asking me to share food is like asking the Minotaur not to skewer you like a kebob." He drew in a breath through his teeth, putting down the drink.
"But I might make an exception for the augur. She needs her energy more than me." Dareios gave her a quick once over before crouching to get a cutting board from one of the cupboards under the sink. He set it on the counter next to her and grabbed one of the knives on the wall, the ones he had looked at earlier. "You look worse than me," he told her, his voice rather cold as usual. He wasn't the most emotional guy around, to begin with, and being nice was already another difficult task for him. He was all for yelling and shouting at people, being angry and raging like a madman. Charming wasn't in his repertoire. "Well, I'm good at chopping stuff. Give me something to stab."
[attr="class","THREAD1BLCONTENT"] The sight of him leaning against the counter with a pasta box in hand just made her smile. It was a dangerous notion, Dareios Bane in the kitchen, but there they were. It was going to make for an interesting night, but at least she was there if he set anything on fire. Her eyes darted to the fire extinguisher with a teasing grin on her face before turning back to him. " Then maybe you should stop being such a big, scary, praetor." she laughed a little and moved further into the room. Clearly he hadn't started anything yet since there was no smoke. Hearing the pasta shaking in the box, she looked around until she found a pot they could boil some water in. [break][break]
" well at least you have me to help this time." she started filling the pot with water and set it on the stove, lighting the fire beneath it. " I will at least try to keep you from bsurning it to the ground." heading back to get their glasses as she handed one off to him and she smiled as he slid the box her way. " Cheers." she sipped her own drink and let the water start heating as she glanced around, " we should put a little salt in the water." she grabbed the shaker and added just a little to it. [break][break]
" I will take it, though I would prefer no skewering. I rather like breathing." when he set the cutting board and the knife down she moved to grab some little cherry tomatoes, onions, garlic and brought them over to him. " Gee thanks. Good to know I look as crappy as I feel." she sighed and went over to the pantry and found a small can of tomato sauce that she could use as a base for the sauce. She bit her lip and glanced at him, " Do I really look that bad?" she figured she did but it was still a little painful hearing it from him. [break][break]
Kadence had had a crush on the praetor for a long time, though she had been far too afraid to ever say anything about it. He was one of the few who she allowed to help her when she needed it, not knowing who in this camp she could actually trust. They had to work closely together, along with Morrigan, and she trusted him implicitly. " Ok, so here we go." she handed him the little bowl with all the things she needed him to cut up. " Garlic, onion, and tomatoes. I'm going to get another pan and have you cut these up, pretty small I'd say about.." she showed him with her fingers about how big to cut them up. " Then we will put them in with this sauce." she thought it over, " I guess I should have asked, do you prefer meat in your sauce? I dont' know that any would be able to be cooked, its likely all frozen.." she stood beside him, checking the water which was steaming but not boiling yet. [break][break]
Finding the sauce pan she poured the tomato sauce into it dug through the spices finding a few that they could use and set it next to him. " do you prefer it to have a little kick or more of a kind of tangy taste?" she had some red pepper flakes in her hand in case he wanted to make it spicy, but she didn't have a preference herself. " So um, I had another vision earlier, probably why I'm looking like crap." she swallowed down the knot in her throat and grabbed her soda sipping from it. " You were in this one, again."
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[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] He watched her attentively as she began gathering all the things they needed to cook pasta. Dareios responded to her laugh with a small, close-lipped smile, eyebrows both raised in interest. "Well, if you tell me how one stops being big and scary? I don’t think it’s in my ability to shrink and…-", his face contorted in repulsion at the thought, "-smile all the time." Shrugging it off because he didn’t think there was anything he could or would do about it. Being scary was his trademark. It’s how he earned his respect with most legionnaires and even though it wasn’t the healthiest way to do it he couldn’t care less.
The son of Mars lifted his glass once again in cheer for her helping him with the cooking. "True. I hope. My simple presence might cause the noodles to catch fire and burn." He took another sip of the soda before putting the glass back down, curious eyes watching her put the salt into the water while getting ready to cut up anything she would give him. Did he once mistake sugar for salt? Absolutely. Did he make that mistake again? Yes.
Curling his fingers around the handle of the kitchen knife he instantly got a feel for it, its weight, how it could be moved, and most importantly how to cut the vegetables with it. He twirled it between his fingers once before placing the tip against the wooden cutting board, spinning it as he waited. His gaze rested on her, following her every movement as she walked around the kitchen to find ingredients, her bright red hair almost working like a beacon in the dimly lit room. When she asked him if she really looked that bad he squinted at her, tilting his head slightly to the side. His hand moved forward, catching a red curl that hung in her face and pushed the lock behind her ear. "Much better," he said, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as if that one strand of hair had changed her whole outer appearance. "I didn't mean to say you look horrible horrible. And I don't think these days anyone would care. Also, the Greeks look much worse after their travels."
He turned back to the counter, the knife back in his hands in an instant as he tossed it up and caught it with ease. He looked over all the stuff she managed to somehow find in the various places the kitchen had to offer and took a deep breath. Dareios watched her showing him how small to cut the vegetables, mimicking her gesture with his own free hand that wasn’t holding the knife, nodding to tell her he understood. Pondering over the option of meat or no meat she had given him he shrugged once again. "I don’t really care. Food is food. Pasta is pasta I suppose. Whichever is easier and quicker."
Dareios winced inaudibly at the mention of another vision involving him, his lips pulling back at the corners in a grimace. Although it shouldn’t surprise him, being Praetor and all, it still wasn’t the greatest feeling knowing he was being part of yet another vision given by the gods. It made him feel like he was a puppet and Camp Jupiter was the god’s dollhouse or as if their children were merely pawns in a game of chess. He would at least prefer to be a knight or a bishop. A rook even, as their rank is above pointwise, but their movements were too restricted for his taste. He didn’t dare to assume himself as a queen but if he could he would.
Several visions prior to this one ran through his mind and he forgot Kade had asked him something about little kicks and tangy tastes. The brunet shook his head softly, eyes focusing back on the daughter of Apollo as he shifted his attention back to her entirely. "What? Oh, a little kick would be great. I still have a lot of work to get to after this," he said quickly once he realized his mistake of forgetting about it.
Looking down at the onion he had placed on the cutting board earlier he gave the knife a quick glance before getting to the task she assigned him. Cutting the vegetables. He certainly wasn’t a good cook but he was skilled at using a knife like a pro. Chopping up onions wouldn’t be that different from chopping up legionnaires monsters. He swiftly cut both ends of the onion, wrinkling his nose at the sharp scent that was emitted from it the moment the knife cut through the onion. "Was there anything disturbing in this vision? If it’s me dying again then that’s nothing to worry about at all," he told her, a derisive chuckle following his announcement.
He honestly wasn’t worried about it. Of course, he couldn’t speak for others. Surely, Morrigan would disapprove but there was nothing they could do. Death was a part of life and a young death was something every demigod should be contempt with since it was nothing unusual for their kind. Dareios cleared his throat, literally cutting through the silence with the knife as he chopped the onion in pieces as big as Kade had shown him. He wriggled his nose once again, sniffling quietly as the odor went up to his nostrils like toxic gas.
Blinking in an attempt to clear his vision which was blocked by tears summoned by the onion he rubbed his arm over his eyes, slightly moving aside and accidentally bumping shoulders with Kade. "Sorry. Ugh, I forget how awful onions are. Worse than the Greeks despite their similarities. Smelly and hard to deal with." He sniffled, his nose and eyes burning ever so slightly. Mental note to use dried onion powder in the future should he ever try his hand at cooking again.
[attr="class","THREAD1BLCONTENT"] Kade grinned over at Dareios, not even beginning to imagine the thought of a smile on his face all the time. Even the semi smile he was giving her right now was almost out of place on the praetors handsome face. " No, I think seeing a smile on your face all the time would make me think someone drugged you or one of the Trivia kids did some kind of magic spell thing on you." she winked, her green eyes studying his features, he might be scary to others, but he wasn't to her, at least not really. He had his moments but nothing that really stuck in her mind to where she would shrink when she was near him.
She held her own glass up to him and sipped from it before setting it to the side so it was out of the way. Knowing either of them it would get knocked over and ruin everything. She pointed in the direction of the fire extinguisher, " At least we are covered if it happens." Kade grinned, " I hope it doesnt come to that, though I suppose if it does, I can always make you a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Can't have my praetor starving right?" she moved around like a bee buzzing around a bunch of flowers as she found everything they would need. She felt his eyes on her, and she tried not blush, there was something about him that always made her blush, and it was super annoying. Though, in the best of ways. Gods, she was a mess, totally late at that teenage girl with a crush game.
Swallowing a knot that had formed in her throat as he moved in closer and tucked her hair out of her face, she licked her lips, her face not able to possibly be any more red. " Th..thanks." she felt like her heart was going to burst it was racing so very fast. " Glad I don't look that terrible then." she bit her lip and looked away as he turned back to the counter, mouthing oh my gods under her breath. She had not expected for tonight to be going this way, but she was hoping that it would be the first of many days where she could feel a little less need to have to hide away, a little less need to be locked away from the pain from her visions, because right now, she felt completely at ease, and no head ache either.
It was a nice feeling, and one she didn't want to let go of. Nodding as she showed her how big to cut them she grinned, maybe it wouldn't be a complete disaster. " Maybe we will just stick to marinara then, easier than doing a meat sauce or something and safer too." Kade just knew if they tried to cook meat they would end up in the infirmary with food poisoning or something. " Quicker too, because something tells me you are starving. Maybe the growling of your stomach?" she teased him as she dug through the spices picking what she wanted.
He mentioned needing to do more work and she nodded, though tried not to show the disappointment on her face. They were going to have to get this done quickly so he could get back to his duties. He was the busiest guy in camp, she knew that. " You got it, just a little kick then." she started seasoning the sauce a little, and would add more after he was done chopping up the veggies for it. " Yeah that's usually the way they go, but this one was so dark, like..we were in the dark, I don't know, it was so strange. It wasn't...well..it was just us, but it was dark and I don't know why. It was strange, sorry. I know that doesn't make sense." not that her visions made sense often, but this one was even more strange.
Hearing him sniffle she realized what the issue was, as her own eyes were slightly burning. He bumped her shoulder and she looked up to see his eyes tearing. She giggled as he talked about the Greeks, " You really don't like them. Not that I'm their biggest fan what with the constant migraine since they arrived." she glanced around and grabbed a paper towel. " here, let me..." she wiped gently at the wetness from the tearing on his cheeks, careful not to scrape his eye with the papertowel. " Sorry, I know this isn't the softest thing in the world."
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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.
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