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.
There were few instances were Mirabella found herself not having an opinion about something. This was one of them. The boy was simultaneously holding her arm both as if she was a leper as well as with enough barely concealed rage in his grip like a child who had just been caught stealing. Still, it wasn't cruel nor painful and she wouldn't have wanted him to either hold her more tenderly nor closely so tight-lipped she remained on the matter. He walked patiently with her, which had prompted the genuine thank-you. She realized of course that he could have out-paced her in a mere second, dragging her along or perhaps even slung her over his shoulders like a bag of grain to face embarrassment. She had gratitude that was well due. Then, as he merely grunted in response, Mira felt an invisible blow land. As if she was not deserving of a simple response.
Mira took a steadying breath, willing herself to ignore the response. Her chin raised the barest fraction of an inch. He could be as unkind as he wanted, that did not change who she was. She tried focusing on their pathway set before them when he spoke, the words catching her by surprise. Mira glanced over to his face, but his eyes were focused on the ground before them. There had been no further words out of his mouth, nor a smirk or smile hinting that he was taunting her. So she mimicked him, pulling her attention back to the pathway.
He hadn't been lying, it wasn't going to be a short trip. Mira could feel the heat pulsating from the injury. She found herself wishing that Charmspeak worked on wounds. If only she could will away a hurt ankle as easy as changing her hair color. She wasn't sure which was worse, walking on the injury in pain until she wanted to scream or asking him for a short rest before doing it all over again. She decided against the latter. She knew she was probably pushing her luck as it was. She also couldn't stomach another further insult on her character or camp which she knew the action would prompt.
So Mirabella gritted her teeth and bared the pain. Perhaps she would get lucky and it would eventually start to numb. She clung to that hope as they walked along. And on they walked. In silence. The silence made the trip worse. There was no conversation to keep her mind off of it. There were no distractions. Only feet moving forward, arm levied and gripped, and the awful radiating pain. They made it another few feet when Mirabella couldn’t take it much more, keeping her eyes on the ground she quietly spoke, "Do you think when we get back to camp they'll give us medals for our exemplary diplomacy skills?" A small joke that she hoped to the gods he knew was not at his expense but at the whole awkwardness of their encounter and engagement. Mira risked a glanced over at him, hoping that he wouldn't just drop her where she stood for simply speaking to him again.
Espen didn't look up as the girl talked, although he did grin at her words. Like her, he kept his eyes on the ground, watching their somewhat synchronised steps so he wouldn't accidentally put his own booted feet over hers. "Probably. Might get my official pride of Rome stamp across my forehead." His tone was only slightly sarcastic, not meaning to be mean - just a self-deprecating joke. "Maybe a feast to celebrate our cooperation. The Praetors will probably have to give a speech; it'd be great." The mental image of Dareios standing at a podium with Espen and this girl off to the side, giving a speech about camaraderie while trying to keep the expressions on his face neutral and Morrigan prodding him to continue talking - it was awesome. Espen considered making it a reality. He'd sacrifice a few minutes of being on ceremony with the girl beside him if it meant Dareios would make a speech about togetherness.
The internal voice telling Espen to ask again if she was sure she didn't want him to carry her back to camp was a bit louder this time, impatient at their slow progression. It would be easier and faster, for both of them, and he was hopeful that she would be a bit more agreeable to the idea now that she'd seen how much of a struggle it would be for her to walk back in her state, even if he was helping her as best as he could. But then again, their peace was a thin string, easily breakable, and Espen didn't want to tempt fate. He wasn't sure if he could stand another round of insults with this girl, and if she flambeed him again, he was pretty sure he would be leaving her behind, gentleman or not.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the expression on her face when she thought he wasn't looking. This journey wasn't easy for her at all, and Espen wondered just how proud this girl could be that she'd rather put in all that energy and pretending she was fine and she could do this, than accept the help that he so willingly offered. Women. He could never understand them, and he wasn't even sure he wanted to. He knew just enough about them to make sure he kept well out of their way when they were feeling stabby. Except, apparently, this one, because there he still was, helping her, despite her obvious attempts at getting him to leave her alone. As though he'd been the one to stumble over her.
It was time for a rest. He'd had enough of seeing her face pinched like that. If they had been on somewhat friendly terms, Espen would have made a joke about her face staying that way, but that would probably offend her delicate sensibilities, so the son of Pluto wisely kept his mouth shut. He did have some sense of self-preservation, after all. "I think we should take a break," he said lowly, trying to phrase it so that he didn't think she was weak. Although, considering the girl's personality, she could probably read two and a half nuances and a psychological explanation for his personality with just those words. "We're about halfway there by now."
One hand still on her arm so she didn't topple over, Espen concentrated his power with his other hand, biting gently on his lower lip as he sought to focus the shape of the earth. He didn't want a whole gods-danged mountain right here on the path back from the gardens. Just a little mound, half as tall as the girl beside him so she wouldn't have to bend her leg to sit on the ground. A crook of a finger, and the mound flattened slightly at the top, curved at the edges so she'd be comfortable. No one could say Espen wasn't considerate. The son of Pluto himself walked a few steps away from the Greek girl, stretching his legs and his back from the odd hunched position he'd been for the duration of their walk. Besides, he didn't really know what to say to her now that they were having some kind of awkward truce.
"I think we might move faster and you'll hurt less if you rested more of your weight on me," he finally said. The topic of her injury seemed the only safe point of discussion between them right now. He shrugged casually, letting her have her choice even though it seemed obvious to Espen what the right one would be. "You'd have to put your arm around my shoulders, though, so I can half-carry you." A vindictive part of Espen wanted to put a special bit of emphasis on 'half', a sarcastic nod to her previous accusation that they'd look like they were in a relationship if he carried her into camp. But he was too tired to want to pick a fight with her, so his tone was even through his sentence, because he truly and genuinely did just want to help her - get back to camp faster, of course, where he could pass her off to the healers and be done with this whole afternoon.
Mira continued walking with her eyes forward. She had made a joke and fully expected the boy to either leave her where she stood or ignore her completely. Only one of those would be a truly awful scenario. She could live with stewing silence. She could probably live with being abandoned on the path as well but she'd rather not deal with the pain. As he continued to keep his eyes forward though, he replied, his voice barely breaking the silence.
Mirabella found a small smile coming to her lips at his suggestion. At the mention of the Praetors giving a speech she found herself actually giving a laugh, albeit a soft one. She had seen only glimpses of the two Praetors that he spoke of and neither one looked as if they'd enjoy making speeches.
The two moved along in silence once more and Mira found herself focusing on her breathing. Perhaps it would have been easier if she could remember exactly how much longer she had to go. If she could set some sort of goal or finish line in mind, but she couldn't remember. It was all one blur of anger and now pain. She could scarcely remember why she had come out this far to begin with.
Before she could lament any further, he said it was time to rest. She knew he was not the one needing a break. It was clearly meant for her sake. Mirabella was far too relieved to care if it was said out of pity or not though. He answered the silent question that had been floating around in her head and before she could stop herself she replied with a relieved sigh, "Thank Gods."
The boy was still bracing her arm as the earth began to move again. Mira jumped in surprise, holding onto his arm a bit tighter as he created a chair out of the ground. "Thank you." The words coming out in humility. Though she would never, under any circumstances take full blame for their situation, he had been kind. He had come back for her which, had the situations been reversed, she wasn't so sure she would have done the same. She wouldn't have left him completely alone of course, she would have sent help, eventually. He moved from where she was and Mira leaned against the mounded structure. She was able to take some of the pressure off of her foot, relief flooding her senses.
She closed her eyes, talking herself into walking the rest of the way. The idea of him leaving her and sending a healer sounding better and better by the minute. His voice cut through the silence and she looked over at him, nodding when he said they'd move better if she'd rest more of her weight on him. She could do that. Maybe. He continued speaking, bringing up the idea of him half-holding her and she found herself faced with the very uncomfortable position of being at his mercy again.
She no longer cared what it looked like any more to anyone else though. Pain, as it turned out, was a humbling equalizer. "Would…"Gods this certainly didn't feel pleasant to her, "Would your offer of carrying me back still be on the table?" She steeled herself for whatever barb he had ready, certain that indeed one was coming her way. "If not, I…" No, none of this was pleasant to the daughter of Aphrodite. Perhaps she had died and this was all some sort of awful punishment. "I don't think I can continue."
There, it was all out there. Yes, she was weaker than him. Yes, she was more breakable than all of their perfect Roman soldiers. It was all out there for everyone to see, or rather it would be if he indeed did carry her back. She would be just as helpless as everyone said. Mira knew all of that but as much as it wounded her pride, her wounded foot demanded priority
A laugh. By the gods, she had graced him with a laugh, and it didn't even sound sarcastic. If he'd been feeling particularly waspish, he'd have made a comment about checking her for a fever because he hadn't been expecting that at all. As it was, he just focused on his task of helping get her moving forward, not bothering to respond, instead keeping his mind on the mental image of Dareios and the camaraderie speech. Espen idly wondered if he should be in the vicinity while the Praetor - or more likely, someone else - crafted the speech. The son of Pluto could come up with a few nice superlatives and metaphors to really juice it up, really make the speech worthy of being remembered in the annals of Camp Jupiter. Not that Espen really had a way with words, but he reckoned he could do it considering the incentive: Dareios' expressions while giving the speech.
At least the girl wasn't petty enough to ignore the rock chair he'd roughly hewn together. In fact, she hadn't really been petty since they'd left the garden. It was a relief not having to constantly walk in eggshells around her, not knowing what to say that could trigger a landslide of insults. Despite that, though, Espen felt as though having an actual conversation with her was still too far off into the distance. As he worked the kinks out of his strained calves and wrists and back, Espen turned his back on her, using the environment and the view unimpeded by the grumpy Greek to ground himself and refuel his depleted patience.
It was only when the girl started to reply that Espen turned back to face her. It took a supreme amount of effort to keep his eyebrows at their place on his face, not allowing them to climb higher up in disbelief. She could have just let him when this all began, they'd probably be at camp by now and well out of each other's hair. But no, she had stubbornly held on to her pride. And now, now, she had decided she could be carried after all. It took the same amount of effort to not tell her I told you so, nor to call out to the heavens demanding why on earth he'd been the one saddled with this situation. All in all, Espen was about to explode, and it took a mountain-load of willpower to not take it out on her.
Shrugging casually as though the myriad of infuriated thoughts hadn't just passed through his brain, Espen responded, "I don't have to carry you like a princess, you know. You can just piggy back." He was trying to be considerate, he was trying to be considerate. The son of Pluto repeated the sentence like a mental mantra, trying to put goodwill in his tone and in his vibe and in whatever else the Greek girl was reading about him. She had been the one scared of what people might think if he carried her into camp - he figured riding on his back would gain less gossip than being carried bridal style.
Espen didn't like hearing that she couldn't continue. Not because it irritated him that she'd made her own life harder - although that was part of it - but because he had always disliked being around a kicked puppy. That was what he was getting from her right now. He'd always been one for fair fights, for attacks from the front, for no sabotage and no sneak. He'd never been a politician, and the kind of advantages he liked were ones that still allowed for a fun challenge, not an automatic win. Despite how much he was truly irritated by the Greek girl, he'd never actually wanted to see her hurt to this point. He gritted his teeth in indecision, not knowing what to say or how to respond to her last words. Instead, he decided to just walk towards her, face serious and eyes hard, before leaning down in front of her and turning his back to her. "Come on," he said, voice low, "let's get you up."
Mira wasn't sure if she could survive this camp. If she could survive another day like this one. Because this one felt as if some vengeful god or goddess had decided to test every bit of her. She was pushed both physically and mentally as she took her bouts with the Roman boy. And came out on the bottom. Though she would never admit that to anyone of course. Certainly not to him, though she suspected he knew that. She would never be as strong as someone like him, nor skilled, but she liked to imagine that she could have held her own had the circumstances been slightly different. If perhaps she wasn't so mentally exhausted from their venom-filled word play. If she wasn't so distracted from the dammning pain in her foot.
He offered to carry her piggyback and she wondered if death would truly be all that bad. She moved her eyes to where he was. He seemed to be genuinely sincere, his tone light as he shrugged at the offer. She had thought he had been half-making fun of her but that didn't appear to be the case.
She swallowed hard, weighing out what would be the worst option. Him carrying her into the camp as if she was a wounded baby animal or carrying her on his back as if she was a child. Neither sounded good, but she was out of any other choice. The urge to raise her chin, to straighten her shoulders was strong but she ignored them. Who was she trying to convince? She officially had no pride left. At least not between herself and him.
The boy walked over, seemingly having made up her mind for her. Mira watched silently as he turned, giving her his back as he told her to get up. There was something different in his voice. Something that she couldn't decipher not that she actually cared to. Though she knew it wasn't unkind, which she supposed was better than nothing. She didn't say a word as she eased herself up, gingerly favoring the hurt foot. He had leaned down enough so that she wouldn't have to strain and she carefully put her arms and legs around him.
It was odd being so near him. Very aware that at any moment he could toss her off like a sack of grain. The awkwardness was very real and Mira could barely breathe, though she did manage to speak. "Thank you. Again." Her head was very near his neck and had they not been venomous to one another barely a few moments ago, she would have commented on how very intimate this could be. Thankfully, there was no love lost on either side and the mere thought of it died the moment that it was brought up.
She looked ahead as he moved down the path, ensuring that he didn't walk them into a branch that would smack her in the face or anything of the sort. She moved her eyes back to his head and noticed a bit of dirt. Without thinking much about it she held on with one arm while her other hand moved to his head, gently brushing the dirt out of his hair. She moved her arm back around his neck as she spoke casually. "Sorry. You had a bit of dirt."
Espen had never carried anything as stiff or as uncomfortable as the girl on his back, and he had practically hauled a supplies box on his back once during a quest. The son of Pluto gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to adjust the girl by shaking her upwards so she would settle into a more comfortable position. That would most likely result in dislodging the peace and silent truce between them, so Espen decided to just get down to business and get moving. She wasn't heavy in the least - he had carried heavier packs than her for longer, so it didn't bother him much - and there was nothing but the relief that they could finally move at a decent pace. Finally, they'd be able to make it back to camp and he could dump her in the infirmary and he could return to his freedom. Never before had Espen been so desperate to be alone, just to be away from her.
Camp was almost in sight, and the girl had not softened at all on his back. It didn't matter; Espen could have run the rest of the way if it didn't jostle her and hurt her ankle more. Single-minded determination kept Espen going, and he was so focused on his task that he nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt her brushing dirt out of his air. This was officially the weirdest thing he had ever done, and he was so over it. He was so surprised by an unprompted act of kindness - which he didn't even know she was capable of giving - that he merely grunted his thanks. What was he supposed to say to that, anyway? It felt strangely and very uncomfortably intimate, and Espen wanted this girl out of his hair, metaphorically and literally.
Finally, they rounded the last corner, and if the Greek girl had been blessed with telepathy, she would have covered her mental ears at the loudness and sheer enthusiasm in Espen's mental voice. He had never been so glad to be home, which said a lot considering he often enjoyed getting out and just wandering about. The son of Hades was not particularly attached to having one place to call home, but he was suddenly and very loudly so happy about seeing the familiar buildings. Home. Infirmary. His boots made soft thudding noises on the floor as he entered, trying not to show the desperation to get her off him.
Gently but with firm fingers, Espen leaned down to set the girl on a bed, his hands on her arms so she didn't slide completely off him. "Twisted ankle on this one," he called out conversationally to the medic on duty as he finally let go his grip on the girl's arms. Turning around, Espen genuinely felt no emotion upon seeing her on the infirmary bed. She looked... smaller, somehow, even though he knew she wouldn't appreciate the sentiment at all. He kept his electric blue eyes on her face as the medic bustled between them. She really did look alright, at least, the dangerous flash in her eyes had disappeared and she no longer looked completely furious with him. Running fingers through his hair another time - trying very hard not to think about who else's fingers had just touched it - he pressed his lips together to give her the smallest flash of a smile. "You'll be in good hands here. Anyway, I'm gonna--" And with those graceful words, Espen tilted his thumb towards the entrance. What was he going to say to her, goodbye it was a pleasure to meet you? The son of Hades had never been much of a liar, and he wasn't going to start now.
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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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