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.
He wasn't late - he never was. He was always fashionably on time, and things always started after he arrived. Because he arrived, even. The party waited for him, gods dang it. But as Isaak rounded the corner into the Mess Hall for breakfast, he saw his cohort centurion first and front and center, and the look on the girl's face was thunderous when she caught sight of him. In response, Isaak flashed her a wide, brilliant grin that spoke of his innocence, even as he moved quickly to his cohort's table and snagged himself a piece of bread before it could disappear. As he watched the centurion prowl over to him, Isaak practically danced out of her way, triumphantly holding the stolen food up even as he ran once again for the door. "Sorry!" he called behind him, flashing another dazzling smile at his irate superior. "Gotta dash to combat training, you know how it is!"
There was a yelled reply behind him, but Isaak didn't stop to listen to whatever punishment he was being handed. No doubt if she was serious about him being in trouble, she would find him with no problems and probably even drag him by his ear to whatever punishment she'd cooked up for his tardiness. As it was, Isaak was just grateful he'd escaped her clutches, even if it would be temporary. Grin curving around the bread, Isaak quickly moved towards the Ludus, just in case his centurion decided to follow him to make sure he really was going to training. Truthfully, Isaak was originally going to take his sweet time - all the physical activity required for combat training made him tired and bored just thinking of it - but now that he'd been caught, he couldn't afford being caught causing trouble again. Or at least, not for another few hours.
Clutching the bread with his teeth as he adjusted the sword and shield strapped to his back, his outstretched elbow nearly mowed a camper down who didn't see the flailing limb. Instinctively stopping in his tracks, Isaak used one hand to pull the bread out of his mouth - but not before taking a bite out of it - and offering his other hand to the fallen camper. "Whoops," he said breezily, easy grin on his face and not too much guilt in his eyes. "You alright?"
Estelle was having a good day for the most part. The weather was nice and no trouble had yet to bother her. She saw today as a fairly productive day of training. Of course the day was still young and well she could easily have kept working on it. Though today she had worked hard and focused a few things she needed to work on. So now she figured a small break would not hurt much. If she wanted to train she could go back to it in an hour or so.
Estelle’s long blonde hair was left down to fall over the shoulders. Though the slight breeze cast her hair to fly around a fair bit in an untamed manner. She would simply push it out of her face and behind her ears so that she could see. As a large gust threw a large section to cover her face she had slowed to fix it so that she could see where she was going. The last thing she expected was for someone to run into her.
There she fell to the ground with a sudden annoyance. “Hey watch it!” she called out of instinct. Her grey eyes looked up as she shoved her blonde hair out of her face. A heavy sigh escaping her lips as her gaze spotted the grin dancing on his lips. No remorse for mowing down another camper. She took the offer of his free hand to get back to her feet. Immediately moving to brush off her jeans and purple shirt. “I am just fine..” she stated towards him. There was some hint of annoyance in her tone but she otherwise showed no sign of anger. She straightened her shirt once she was settled again. “Why in such a hurry?” she asked simply.
Even though the female camper he'd knocked down was hecka pretty, Isaak had learned very early on that Roman girls did not always appreciate being flirted with. After the third or fourth time he'd had his hand pulled behind his back in a horribly painful lock, Isaak had finally cottoned on to the fact that demigods were a little less forgiving about such things. He'd since kept his witticisms and jokes as non-flirty as possible - in his case, that meant they became more about complaining about things. At least he hadn't actually lost a lot of friends to his whining; Isaak liked to think that was just part of his natural charm.
This girl in particular, he felt he'd seen with the first cohort lot. That made her even less likely to find him amusing, and Isaak was not one of those guys who kept trying even when he knew he was not wanted. Besides, he didn't particularly feel like a dagger to the gut or something equally painful. He'd just escaped his centurion - he wasn't going to try his luck again so soon. Still, his smile was breezy and the shrug of his shoulders loose as he answered, "My centurion's probably going to chase me down like a harpy." His tone was casual despite the seriousness of his words, a second bite to the bread punctuating just how seriously he was taking his potentially precarious situation. Although, he did spare a glance behind him to ensure his centurion wasn't bearing down at him that exact minute. Finding the area free of rage and fury-fueled demigod powers, Isaak shrugged again as he turned back to the girl he'd knocked down. "Looks like she's given up on me."
More likely, his centurion was going to catch him when he returned to the Mess Hall for lunch, or assigned him something menial and labourious right after kicking his gluteus maximus in training. It was hard to tell with Romans sometimes. But that would be a bridge he'd cross later; Isaak was hardly one to worry about his future, even if it could involve his centurion's wrath. A winning smile was his apology to the other girl. "I'm Isaak, by the way. Should probably introduce myself after elbowing you to the floor."
Estelle was well aware that anyone else having been knocked over might have thrown a fit. Estelle on the other hand had a lot more control of her anger. She had learned that the hard way after getting a little angry towards a camper and giving them a bit of a shock. Of course she hadn't in anyway meant to harm the camper. She simply just lost her cool. Since then she had learned to control herself a bit more. Besides the kid hadn't caused any harm, just a slight inconvenience.
Estelle's grey eyes looked him over trying to figure out who he was and where she had seen him before. She felt as though he was third or fourth cohort but she could easily had been wrong. Though unlike many of her fellow legionaries in her first cohort she was a lot more relaxed. Of course she could be serious and work a lot harder when the need came to it. Estelle was a bit more chill about it. Though Estelle's face wasn't smiling about the whole situation she had no intention of doing anything.
Though when he claimed to being chased her grey gaze followed his behind him. Push blonde hair out of her face she observed him and taking notice of the bread. "I can only imagine as to why a centurion is chasing you down" she said to him. Either he wasn't being truthful or the centurion had since given up the chase of the boy. Though as he introduced himself she nodded as he spoke his name. "Well Isaak I am Estelle" she said calmly. Now that she had a name she thought over again what cohort he could be in. The name made it much easier to pinpoint. She then remembered him to be a member of third cohort.
The girl - Estelle, as she introduced herself - looked over Isaak's shoulder, and the son of Mercury had the funniest feeling that his centurion had appeared in the two seconds he had turned his back in that direction. His head whipped around so fast he would have hurt himself if his neck wasn't so used to the random contortions and angles he'd put it through when he was sneaking around or being nosy. But the path from the Mess Hall was still empty; so he turned his grin back to the Estelle with a shrug. "I'm super fast so she probably decided to let me go. I came in first in track last week." Another winning smile - Isaak liked his little brags. He didn't usually get to do them without copping a slap to his face from his friends.
Suddenly, his spidey senses tingled. Isaak had long since learned to trust those instincts; they had gotten him out of tight corners and near brushes often enough, and considering what he got up to in his spare time, he'd been in plenty of those scenarios. With a frightened expression on his face, he looked behind him again, just in time to see the familiar hair of his centurion coming around the corner. Isaak's whole body jerked as though he'd been electrocuted, before he immediately dashed behind Estelle, his tall frame and wide shield comically doing very little to hide him from view. He waited a beat, then two, before he carefully peaked over her shoulder to check if his centurion had noticed him yet.
To his relief, it wasn't his centurion at all. Exhaling audibly, Isaak returned to his previous position in front of Estelle, although he kept his body at more of a side angle so he could easily see behind him without needing to turn a whole 180. "Phew!" he remarked brightly, as though he hadn't just been cowering behind another demigod like a child. There was a quick sideways flip of his hair as Isaak regained his cool. "So anyway, were you headed back into the Mess Hall? I only got my one piece of bread" - and demonstrating, held up the food as though Estelle couldn't see it, before taking another bite out of it - "d'you think you could get me another?"
Estelle offered a soft smile to him. She watched as suddenly turned around in fear that his Centurion was right behind him. Certainly she would have told him if there was anyone coming, but the road was empty. "Sometimes running away from someone makes you faster" she joked. She shrugged it off though as her grey eyes looked around and then back to him. Estelle did not care for bragging all that much. It didn't bother her, though she wasn't one to brag herself.
Though she found it amusing as he tried to hide behind her. He was taller than she was and he certainly couldn't hide the shield. "You know that's not the greatest hiding spot...not with that shield and me being as small as I am" she said with a laugh. When he stepped back in front of her she was shaking her head with a smile.
Though Estelle had initially planned to to the Barracks she was wondering if she should just go back to training. "I was actually heading to the Barracks but now I am not sure where I will go. Maybe back to training or something" she said. Estelle gave a light shrug of her shoulders. She tossed some of her blonde hair over her shoulder. "If I was I wouldn't have minded grabbing you one" she added.
Isaak's eyes drooped a little as Estelle told him she wasn't going to the Mess Hall. That was a bit of a bummer - he was slightly regretting not being fast enough to grab two pieces of bread now. With a final mournful bite, the last of the bread disappeared into his mouth, and he dusted the crumbs off his hands. He made sure to finish chewing and swallowing his mouthful - the stinging words of an unimpressed Reynolds asking if he'd been brought up in a barn ringing clearly in his head - before he spoke again. "I'll go with you to the Ludus, if you like?" he offered, brilliant smile on his face again. "I'm headed there, too." As though she couldn't tell by his get up. Isaak was not necessarily the brightest crayon in the box when faced by pretty girls.
With a quick jerk of his thumb to his side in the direction of the training area, Isaak began to walk in that direction, his previously fast pace now slowed to keep in time with his new companion. It was nice to take his time, something he always liked to do. In fact, he'd have taken this pace to training this morning if his centurion hadn't caught him coming in so late in the Mess Hall.
Speaking of... "Nielsen!"
The sound of his centurion's voice acted like a whip, and Isaak barely glanced behind him before he immediately started running. Laughing, he turned to his companion even as he sped up, calling out, "C'mon, let's go!" The weight of his training weapons was uncomfortable and threw off his gait, but he soon adjusted to the additions. His body rejoiced at the run - it was about the only physical activity Isaak actually liked to do, or at least, didn't complain about too much - and his eyes were bright as he laughed again. The son of Mercury risked a glance behind him and noticed his Centurion had stopped and was just glaring at him with her hands on her hips. Cheekily, he sent her a quick wave, before turning to look at Estelle with a wide grin.
Estelle didn't mind accompanying him to Ludus Magnus. It definitely beat wandering around bored. "Sure why not, much better than wandering around camp bored" she told him with a smile. Though she seemed happy and chill she was dying for a good storm to roll in, at least around camp. A daughter of Jupiter could only enjoy the calm water for so long. "Maybe after some time at Ludus we can head back to the mess hall" she offered kindly.
She had the idea of testing out a few new maneuvers she had been working on for a while. They were still not the best and most times she had rough landings. She followed him walking in pace with his stride as they began their walk. Though the calm slow pace was destined to be cut short by Isaak's centurion. She turned back grey eyes attempting to find the source of the call.
"I am so going to regret this ain't I" she said with a light laugh. She said it mostly to herself before moving to catch up with him. It wasn't that hard as she didn't carry a massive shield with her. A simple Spatha at her hip was all she had. Her hair was still loose and whipped around her face as she took off. Though with her hands she pushed it away and caught him grinning wildly. With a glance back she was aware the Centurion had stopped giving chase.
Isaak only laughed in response to Estelle's question about regretting it - most people around the son of Mercury asked themselves that at some point in time. He didn't just get into trouble, he got into trouble regularly, and like all troublesome people, he claimed that he never went looking for trouble, trouble came looking for him. Isaak always believed himself to be innocent in all things, and he lived by this belief, even if it seemed like denial to most everyone else. Whatever, no one's opinion mattered to him. Except for maybe people who could give him punishment.
As they finally arrived at the Ludus - Isaak embarrassingly a bit out of breath like the lazy gluteus maximus that he was - he started pulling at the leather strap to undo the shield hanging around his shoulders. Tongue sticking out the side of his mouth, Isaak grunted as he swung the heavy metal around to his front. When it was secured to his arm and he felt his body balance be thrown off again, Isaak pulled the spatha from the side of his hip. His grip was loose on the weapons as he walked a little to the side to find a place for them to train. It was probably a very bad idea, considering Isaak was only quite good at being a stabby Roman while Estelle looked far more ready for it than he, but he wasn't going to just leave her to find someone else to train when they'd come into the Ludus together.
He had just turned to face her upon reaching a space open enough for their training, and had given her a wide, welcoming grin between his lifted shield and ready spatha, when D'Eresby clapped him on the shoulder and practically yanked him sideways to get his attention, not in the least bit concerned about the weapons in his hands. He gave her an affronted look, his mouth dropping open and eyebrows coming together - the girl had a spiteful grip and it had hurt his delicate body - but she stopped his surely-forthcoming complaint with a hard glare. The glare was accompanied with a jerked thumb indicating the new probatio standing behind her, and Isaak's offended look deepened even further. But D'Eresby ignored his expression completely, flouncing off once she'd delivered her message.
The son of Mercury gave the probatio a weak grin, before turning to shrug at Estelle. "Sorry," he told her, sounding more genuine this time than the first time he'd apologised. Isaak meant it more this time. "Duty calls." He shrugged at her again before giving her another smile. "Maybe see you after training?" And with that, Isaak turned to face his responsibilities. He could always ignore D'Eresby who probably got given the training in the first place and just hadn't wanted to do it, but Isaak didn't want to run that risk in case their Centurions had chosen him. Two irritated Centurions was definitely worse than one. With a defeated sigh, Isaak readied his stance, this time against the newest camper destined for the third cohort.
Estelle had looked forward to the training session. It had only taken a few minutes to find a decent spot for them to actually spar in. She set her bag off to the side. Her grey gaze watched as he undid the heavy shield. Estelle normally didn't bother with shields unless absolutely necessary. Often times they were heavy and slowed her movement. Of course she got in a ready stance as he did.
Though she hadn't realized someone approaching until it was too late. That was when he was suddenly grabbed. At that moment she realized this planned spar was over. Of course she was disappointed but there was little she could do to intervene now. A light frown crossed her lips as she dropped her ready stance to a relaxed posture.
She gave a nod of understanding to him. "Yeah of course...always another day. Maybe next time it won't be because you ran into me" she said. She offered a soft reassuring smile towards him. She gave him a wave as she moved to collect her things. She figured to could find another clearing to train in on her own.
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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.
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.
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