Yes. You read that right. Greece has fallen...or at least the camp that has catered to Greek demigods for over three millennia has fallen. Camp Half-Blood had a traitor in their midst. A traitor with powerful allies who quickly burned the camp to the ground. Some were lost, some killed, and the rest who remained began the long trek across the country to the only place where they might be safe: Camp Jupiter.
Chiron banded what campers they had left, told them of the other camp and sent word to Camp Jupiter pleading for shelter. Chaos now threatens the camp daily with the arrival of new Greek campers to this foreign camp. This camp with strange customs and rules. While on the Roman end the Praetors are forced to hold up a balancing act of providing sanctuary while also trying to find the traitor before their home suffers the same fate as Camp Half-Blood.
New alliances are forged, new enemies are made, and these two worlds have to find some way to work together for the future of them all. Which side are you on? Which position will you take? It's time to jump in the fray because Greece has fallen.
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[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] It's been three years. Three years were nothing for a regular mortal. To demigods, it was an achievement to survive for such a long time. But to Sam, those three years felt like an eternity. Three, his favorite number. Three, his lucky number. Or used to be at least. It proved to be of misfortune the moments the Greeks arrived at Camp Jupiter.
Sam stood against the cold stone wall right next to the Caldecott Tunnel entrance that led to the Roman demigods camp. He looked down at himself, sporting ordinary clothes instead of his armor and purple t-shirt. He was on guard duty that night but also acting as some sort of welcome committee in case new Greeks were to arrive. They trickled in in smaller groups since traveling in larger teams would be too dangerous. The first thing Sam noticed about them was that they were definitely weaker than him and his lot. They became a running joke within his midst.
The reason he was wearing civilian clothing was to not scare off the Greeks. He couldn't really believe it when they were told just that. He reluctantly ditched his regular and most comfortable fashion for a simple black tee, dark jeans, and a light jacket, pretty much blending in with the night. The only thing hinting at his heritage was the golden Spatha that rested against the wall next to him. The weather outside the wards was chilly but he liked it. It was just the right temperature for thunder and a storm to hit. He could smell the rain in the air and he wished it was raining.
Holding his hand out he let some sparks appear around his long, slender fingers. He felt the electricity in the air, the energy it gave him. The stark and bright blue against the black of the darkness. The sleeve of his jacket slipped up slightly, revealing the family heirloom he was given when he was younger. A simple and thin black leather band, looking so fragile but holding so much power within each string.
His gaze was turned skyward, electric eyes looking at the moon as it shone as bright as a star in the sky, illuminating the area just enough to see. "Must be nice to just sit in the sky, unbothered by anyone or anything huh?" he said to no one in particular, talking to the moon. He was about to let out a sigh when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Sam held his breath for a moment, holding back the sigh. He crossed his arms over his chest, squinting at a figure in the dark and trying not to look too intimidating as instructed. Let them approach first. Might just be a mortal who lost their way or worst case: another Greek.
Mirabella had been traveling with a small group of her siblings, all the way across the country, seeking shelter at a demigod camp. The camp was similar to their own, save the fact that they were Roman instead of Greek which Mira couldn't have cared less about. She had been standing with two suitcases that were filled with as many of her clothes, shoes, and jewelry that she could fit filled to the brim outside of the walls of her burning camp. There were no pictures, nor anything of sentimental value that she took with her. The only exception being a necklace that had been a gift that she still to this day couldn't bring herself to wear, tucked away and hidden. She had been in a state of shock as she had heard the news, got orders, and groups dispersed. She vaguely remembered something about differences, but she couldn't summon enough mental energy to focus at the time so she figured she'd find out for herself once she got there.
Mira charmed the clothes and a child of Hecate helped her charm the actual suitcases to all fit inside of a leather, vintage-looking backpack. She loathed the idea of having to physically carry the items but desperate times being what they were, she knew she had no other choice. The trip hadn't been remarkable. The group had easily charmed their way to an air-conditioned, chauffeur-driven, cherry-red SUV two miles out of camp to make the trip. It had been wholly uneventful until they had been twenty miles from Camp Jupiter's borders. The group had stopped to freshen up before their arrival into the new camp and Mira had wandered away from them to visit the coffee shop across the street.
She had apparently taken too long and found the SUV gone, her backpack on the ground where it had been parked. Anger seethed through her at the knowledge that she was now alone, with no vehicle, to carry her own things in a strange city. To make matters worse, it was rapidly approaching evening time. Mira had almost abandoned ship and called a cab to take her home, but there was no other home, so on she had gone with no other choice, her sole belongings on her back like a workhorse.
She was tired. She was hungry. She was cold. Her heels had given her blisters that were bleeding so badly that she had to charm them into flats. Her only solace knowing that it was dark and perhaps no one might notice. She hadn't been bothered by any mortals, thank the gods above. Though a few vehicles honked their horns at her as they passed. She wasn't sure how long she had been walking but night had settled in and she could only pray that she would find the place before the weather turned bad.
Mira walked and walked until she saw the sign for the Tunnel that she had remembered her driver mentioning earlier. "Thank Gods." She murmured to herself, relief washing over her as she got closer and closer to blessed sweet relief. As she neared it, however, she noticed she was not alone. There was a figure standing near the entrance. Mira stopped in her tracks, unsure if she should flee or take her chances.
The air around her was cold, chilling her to her bones, her stomach growling in protest and she decided that she had made it this far, she'd be frackinged before she let a mortal delay her further. She straightened up, head held high as she closed the distance between herself and the stranger who she realized was a male. She kept her eyes on him as she got closer, ready if he decided to do something foolish.
She looked behind her only once as she neared, as a car passed her. She shielded the light from her eyes so the headlights wouldn't blind her and as the car passed she put her attention back to the person in front of her.
Sam. It was him. Mirabella stopped immediately, her mouth parting ever so slightly in shock. "Sam?" It had been three years since she had last laid eyes on him and now, all at once, he was in front of her, barely six feet away from her touch. He had gotten taller, how that was even possible she wasn't sure. His dark hair was still the same and his hazel eyes still frackingingly piercing, even in the darkness. She blinked rapidly, hoping this was all some sort of dehydration or illusion, but his form never wavered. He was truly there. The mortal of her past, blocking her entrance into the only place that could give her shelter. "What are you doing here?"
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] Sam peeled himself off of the wall, his senses on semi-high alert. His right hand hovered over the hilt of his Spatha but he waited for the silhouette to get closer before he would make his decision. Stepping out of the shadows he revealed himself, mirroring the person in front of him and halting in his tracks. He heard his names being uttered by a voice that sounded too familiar and too painful to bear. Even after all this time, just those three letters leaving her lips was like someone continuously stabbed his ears with both flowers and needles.
As they both stood under the light of the moon he could see her more clearly, stepping just a little closer towards her. "Hmph." That was all that he said in response. He didn’t respond with her name. He knew it would leave a bitter aftertaste on his tongue if he did. The sweet taste of honey had changed into something fouler. He wasn’t proud of it, but he couldn’t help it either and no matter how much he wanted her name to just be the same as it used to be… it wouldn’t change anything anyway.
Taking in her full form he gave her a once over, indifferent eyes glancing up and down before he raised one dark eyebrow at her question. He straightened his back, lifting his chin a little. "I've become a fan of hiking," he simply said as if it was the most normal thing in the world to be wandering around in the middle of nowhere in front of a seemingly abandoned tunnel with no traffic around whatsoever. "I could ask you the same though. You never struck me much as the hiking type." Sam tilted his head softly to the side, looking over her shoulder to see if there was anyone else but it seemed that she was traveling alone with nothing more than a backpack slung over her shoulder.
His second eyebrow joined as they arched up together. He parted his lips as to say something but paused for a moment. There was thunder inside his head, an imaginary storm brewing in his mind the longer he stood there with Mira right in front of him. Never would he have expected her to suddenly appear in front of him. Not after all these years and surely not in front of Camp Jupiter. There was no way he could or would, for that matter, explain to her, a mortal, the real reason why he was standing in front of an abandoned tunnel. "What are you doing here in the middle of the night? A little far from home, don't you think?"
His name was familiar and foreign coming out of her lips all at the same time. She braced herself to hear hers, or gods forbid, Mira. She never liked being called Mira and rarely let the transgression go without comment or retaliation. She had let him though. As it turned out, she hadn't needed to worry about it. He apparently couldn't even feign politeness and address her. Not that she wholly blamed him.
She had hurt him and she knew that, but he was a mortal and he had no idea the kind of life that she led. He had no idea what kind of pressure and responsibility someone like her had to uphold. He could go about his silly little life with his main concern being what college to attend or where to live. She got none of those choices. It was hard not to be defensive about it all. As if she had chosen this life for herself. As if she had picked all of the choices that led to her becoming who she was today.
The dark brooding boy had the audacity to give her a once-over. As if he was judging how well she had fared without him. Almost involuntarily, her chin tilted up in defying arrogance. Sure she might be in flats and carrying a gods-awful backpack, but she was still Mirabella Desai, daughter of Aphrodite and well above the reproach of a mortal male. Even one who she had wrongfully jilted.
He answered her question with a sentence that didn't make sense and she crossed her arms across her chest, returning the favor he had given her earlier as she made a point of looking him over from head to toe. Unfortunately, it didn't quite pan out the way she had intended it to, her eyes catching on his muscular form before she snapped herself back to attention. "I don't see how that is relevant. If you're implying you're here because of it then I suggest you do some reading up on the hobby. You're missing the backpack and oh I don't know…" She made a point of looking around, taking in the scene of the highway, "Mountains?" She didn't dwell on why he was out there. It was of no concern to her.
Sam commented about her backpack and she felt the irritation growing. The gods-awful backpack was an eye-sore. She lamented, if only for a moment, that she hadn't turned it into a Louis Vuitton travel case. Though that would have meant that she would have had to roll it all twenty miles by herself. She leveled her eyes at him, "There's a lot about me that you don’t know Sam Darnay." She let the slight offense at being called a hiker go. Let him think whatever he wanted of her.
His eyes moved past hers to look behind her and she silently prayed no one else from her camp was coming their way. She wasn't sure if she had the patience to deal with another person tonight. He asked her what she was doing, bringing up her home being far away from this place and she examined her nails in the moonlight, her voice casual, "Actually I'm not. California is much more conducive to modeling." She dropped her hand after a moment and looked back up at him, just a small glance, memorizing what he looked like now. Taking a silent mental picture of every aspect that had changed. "My car broke down and my cell phone died, if you must know, so if you don't mind…I'm going to use the emergency phone inside of the tunnel. Enjoy your hike Sam Darnay."
Mira, her head held high, began to walk towards him, moving to the side to casually walk past. That action was halted immediately however as he stepped her way, blocking the path to the tunnel entrance. She raised an eyebrow at the gall of the action. Had she not been extremely tired, hungry, in pain, and cold she might have had a little more patience with him. She might have feigned seeing someone or gods only knew what excuse to get her inside of the tunnel and away from his mortal eyes. She couldn't imagine what reason in the world he would have to want to delay her leaving his presence, but she didn't want to find out. The day had already been filled with enough trauma.
A small irritated sigh came out of her lips before she turned, placing a hand directly on his arm and looking him in the eyes, "You're going to turn the other way and let me go inside of this tunnel without any more questions." She had thought about leaving it at that, but at the last minute decided to double-down, willing any shred of endearment that he might still have towards her to listen to the words that she was saying and believe it. "Forget you saw me tonight."
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] Upon mentioning his lack of proper hiking gear the brunet looked at his clothes and then simply shrugged at her response. "Who says hiking is limited to mountains?" Shifting his weight he nodded at the highway, a single car driving by as he spoke. "Haven’t you heard of the new trend? It’s called highway hiking. Wasn’t following every single trend a hobby of yours or your aunt?" he retorted right back, not allowing her to get at him with that attitude he was all too familiar with. Although… she had never used it on him in the past.
He scoffed, turning away at her words. Hands rested on his waist, unsure where to put them until he decided to cross them over his chest. "Yeah,-" Sam began, sneering. "You’re right about that Mirabella Desai. There’s a lot about you that I don’t know." He agreed with her, seeing no use in denying the truth. His gaze found hers as he studied her face. "But there’s one thing I know for sure. That you have a thing for a man’s best friend. Sorry to disappoint you though. There’s none for you to make out with here," he said as he tried hard to sound collected despite the bitterness oozing out of his voice. Suddenly feeling the need to laugh he pinched himself in the arm to stop himself. He would only end up mocking himself for his own foolishness, for being so blinded by what he thought had been love. Apparently, it never was, not for her at least.
Modeling. Of course. The son of Jupiter rolled his eyes at her, at her words, at everything that's happening right now. "As far as I know New York is a much better place with many more opportunities for that." He knew. Mostly from his mother and her friends, their endless and boring conversations about it when it wasn’t about the business. He had dipped his toe into that field, having been used as a marketing model for the family company. Although, those memories had been pushed far into the back of his mind ever since arriving at the Wolf House. Modeling certainly didn’t help to survive the wolves or camp in general.
With his arms still crossed over his chest, curious eyes followed her as she strode towards him before attempting to move past the son of Jupiter. Without hesitation and slight confusion he slid into her way to stop her from continuing moving further to the tunnel. "You can’t think I will just let you leave after randomly appearing in front of me?" he said, or rather asked, a drop of disbelief in his voice as he spoke. He had his eyes on her, only glancing down towards his arm when she touched him there, resting her hand on it as if she intended to guide him elsewhere.
Sam’s features were still, calm, albeit feeling even more confused as he watched and listened to Mira telling him to turn the other way, not question her and forget that he saw her tonight. What? Hazel eyes were fixed on hers, looking into those deep brown orbs of her. For a moment he involuntarily held his breath, having forgotten how easy it was for him to get lost in them. He was never really able to figure out the precise brown of her eyes. It had always been a blend of chocolate, umber, and sometimes in the sun, they would lighten up to a golden brown. Now that he was given another chance to look at them once more he did notice a difference. Unlike years ago the warmth of her eyes was gone, replaced by something else, although he couldn’t tell what it was.
When she finished speaking he released the breath he was holding, averting his gaze immediately. A light shudder ran down his spine, his bracelet feeling uncomfortably tight for a second. Sam looked at his wrist where it was hanging loosely around his skin as usual. Dark eyebrows were raised in utter entertainment, a laugh escaping his throat before he placed a hand over his mouth to drown it out. "Uh-" He looked at her and then glanced back at the tunnel. "Sorry what? is this some sort of joke?" the boy uttered, shaking his head softly as if to get out of some sort of trance.
"Can’t do that. I have quite a lot of questions for you but I don’t feel like elaborating on those tonight. It’s an abandoned maintenance tunnel, Mira. The emergency phone doesn’t work." He took a step back, still assuring that her path to the camp entrance was blocked. He knew that even if she was walking through it, as a mortal, she would just end up on the other side with no memories of how she had gotten there. However, he didn’t really feel like having her anywhere near his home still feeling bitter about her coldhearted breakup. His heart told him the opposite, as it had for those three years, but his heart could simply f off. "You can use my phone. Let me call you an Uber back to the city. I’m sure there’s no modeling agent waiting for you inside that tunnel," Sam said, fishing out his phone out of his jacket.
Sam gave her a casual shrug, the boy waving off her accusation of not being here to hike. She highly doubted that he was being serious. She had been away from the mortal world for a few years, but not long enough to believe that something as silly as highway hiking was a real thing. The very corners of her lips tugged upwards in the beginning of a grin. He always did have that effect on her. People tended to annoy her, but not him. Unfortunately, never him. Sam continued the thought though, bringing up her aunt and following trends. The smile immediately vanishing from her face.
He had never liked her Aunt. Though, in his defense, the feeling had been mutual. The woman had only known of him because Mira had stupidly brought up his name. That one mention and she had unwittingly put him on a proverbial sacrificial alter to be slaughtered. She hadn't known how much she had been sacrificing that day. She had thought that he would soon move on. That she would be nothing but a memory to him, but he had held on. He had forced her to play the hand she didn't want to play. Severing more than just his heart in the process. "I suppose she and I must be interchangeable to you now. Is that it?"
The thought made her want to drown herself. That someone like him could see no difference between her and the woman who had raised her. It was a fair sentiment, after what she had done. She had thought once, a very long time ago, that she was different. That she had the potential to be more than just a pretty face, but when it came down to it, she hadn't been. She hadn't been able to say no, choosing a path that she was much too far down to turn back from now.
Mira watched as he shifted his weight, crossing his arms in front of his chest. He was clearly defensive, a thought that she hated. He had the right, she knew that. He had been flayed open by her, of course it was no surprise that he was wary standing front and center of her. She had hoped that time indeed would heal all wounds, but it didn't seem to be helping in their case. She too shifted on her feet, adjusting the straps to sit more comfortably as he spoke her full name.
Then, as he continued, Mirabella felt as if her heart would shatter, the words causing an involuntary flinch from her. Her mouth parted, pain showing evidently on her face, the words barely a whisper out of her lips, "Sam, I'm sorry." She wanted to touch his cheek, to grab his hands and make him see that she was serious. She couldn't though, he clearly did not want anything to do with her. "I didn't want to. I didn't plan on…My Aunt-" She stopped. How could she explain something like that to him? He was a mortal, he had no idea what she was capable of, what was expected of her. He had no clue what she truly was and she didn't know if that made her feel better or worse.
Mirabella looked at the ground, forcing herself to get in control, to compose herself. The path had been chosen a long time ago and there was no going back now. It didn't matter that he hated her. It was probably better that way. "I need to go." She tried moving past him, to cross the borders and pretend that none of this happened. To let herself cry and scream as much as she wanted to, so long as it was far, far away from him.
Instead of making a clear exit, however, he stepped in front of her, blocking her way. He looked surprised that she had wanted to pass and Mirabella couldn't imagine a reason in Hades why he would want her there. "Why not? Not done making me feel awful yet?" One hand moved to rest on her hip, the tiredness edging into her words, "If so, could you do it quickly? I've walked twenty miles and I'd like to have a shower before I pass out from exhaustion."
She had then decided to move the whole process along and simply charmspeak him. Her hand moving to press against his arm. He met her eyes and she forgot how beautiful his hazel eyes were, how soft his lips use to be against hers. Memories that she had kept under lock and key in the deepest corners of her mind now playing at the surface. She missed his laugh the most, the way he would look at her sometimes, as if he was looking past the beauty of her face. Like he genuinely saw her as herself. She hadn't seen that look in years, doubted she'd ever see it again in this lifetime.
Sam looked away and Mira did the same, moving to take a step forward, taking her hand off of his arm as he began laughing. It wasn't the warm laughter that she had missed, it was a cold laugh that made her brows knit together in confusion. He asked her if she was joking and Mirabella watched him carefully. The boy shook his head softly. She had never met anyone that had been able to resist her charmspeak. Of course the one mortal who could do so would be Sam Darnay. If that wasn't poetic justice then she didn't know what would be. Mirabella let out a small sigh of frustration. Whatever God or Goddess she angered today, was surely getting their revenge.
Sam spoke about having questions and Mirabella debated on simply ending it all right then and there. Perhaps she could call on the Hunters and join their band of traveling celibates and never look back. But then the boy said Mira. A small nickname that she did not allow anyone to call her. Anyone, of course, but him.
Her heart physically ached as her brain told it to pull herself together. He was a mortal who hated her. She was a demigod who had shattered his heart. Nothing had changed. He assured her that there was no emergency phone and Mirabella gave a humorless laugh "How could you possibly know that? Does highway hiking involve exploring abandoned buildings as well?"
She again moved to go past him, his steps blocking hers once more. She felt as if she was going mad. Of all of the mortals, in all of the world, why him? Sam mentioned that she could use his phone and Mira paused. Her mind running quickly as she tried coming up with an excuse that would logically work. Perhaps she could grab it, throw it, and then run into the tunnel as he tried going after it, but she had already hurt him enough. She wouldn't add an iphone bill to his list of offenses against her. "No, thank you. It's fine. I'm sure there's one inside I can use and hey…if not, perhaps I'll get eaten by something and you can celebrate."
Mirabella was on the verge of shivering as she again, tried to move past him. The day had been long. The walk had been painful, and the only thing stopping her from warmth, food, and a soft bed was the mortal from her past who wanted to delay her for pure amusement.
Mira sighed. Most, if not all, of the haughtiness gone. Her eyes met his, "Please, Sam. I know you don't owe me anything, but please just let me walk through that tunnel and you won't ever have to see me again."
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] Sam scoffed at her poor attempt of apologizing and telling him that she didn’t want or plan to do it. He could pass up her half-assed explanations and sorrys, not wanting to bother with those. If she couldn’t or didn’t want to do it properly then she might as well leave it be completely. "Blaming your aunt doesn’t help. And it didn’t look as if you didn’t want to. You were clearly enjoying yourself, the two of you were practically eating each other." He turned his head to face anything but her to hide the sadness that was threatened to overthrow the anger and disappointment. But was he really disappointed in her or was it more in himself? That he let it happen, that he let her go.
He had tried to get her back but when he appeared at her house he was always ushered away by her awful aunt. He never liked her, hated her. She always insisted on dictating Mira’s life as far as he knew. They never met until the time Mira broke up with him. And then one day, Mira was just gone. There was nothing he could have done back then. Before he could he had to leave his own home to move to the Wolf House and then Camp Jupiter where he had spent the last three years.
The brunet tipped his head back and let out a laugh in disbelief. "Really? Why not? Did your aunts not teach you not to be rude or wait… they probably taught you the opposite," he responded, his words filled with hatred which was again, more directed at her extended family rather than herself. His lips parted, the next comment ready to leave his mouth but he was stopped by the sudden touch of her. It was just a simple, gentle graze along his arm but yet… yet he couldn’t help those old feelings to bubble up again, pushing against his chest, begging to be freed again.
He stood still as she talked to him, apparently thinking more half-hearted words would help her to make him leave and let her be. They didn’t. Sam was utterly confused at the whole interaction and shrugged it off, not thinking much of it. His hand brushed against his bracelet, unconsciously fidgeting with the leather band, plucking and letting it snap back against his skin like girls often did with their elastics.
"I just know. You have to trust me on this. Unlike you I’m trustworthy," Sam spat, not intending to come off as heartless and rude as he did but by the time he uttered that sentence it was too late to take it back. There were too many emotions going on inside of him, wanting to be shown, to be heard. He cleared his throat as he pulled out his phone to order her an uber but she declined any sort of help he had wanted to offer her and any sort of way he tried to keep her from entering the tunnel. Not that she, a mortal, could accidentally stumble into Camp Jupiter. She would be spat out at the other side of the hill but he couldn’t simply follow her because the son of Jupiter would simply end up inside of camp.
His gaze shot up at the joke of getting eaten by something which in a mortal’s case would sound very harmless but to a demigod like him, it left a bitter aftertaste because unfortunately, for a lot of them it happened. He suppressed a shudder that threatened to run down his spine, the icy cold trickling down his bones at the thought of it. His features contorted into a partly horrified expression as he looked at her. He had to admit she did look tired and he couldn’t help but feel worry rising up inside of him, joining the hundreds of other emotions he was trying to ignore and hold back.
For a long moment, Sam simply looked at her, his gaze locked on hers. "You won’t ever have to see me again," he repeated her own words, breathing out the last words as his breath hitched for a brief moment. He dropped the arm with his phone, a silent scoff escaping his lips as he put it away into his jacket. "Do you really think that’s what I-"
A loud roar shook the night.
Alert eyes flicked toward a silhouette lurking in the darkness behind them, feet swiftly turning him around without even having to think about it. There it was. A joke that really wasn’t a joke to him. He followed the silhouette that slowly emerged from the shadows and the trees surrounding the area along the highway. His hand instinctively went for the sword that… wasn’t secured to his side nor to his back. dammit. He left it at the entrance of the tunnel together with the set of bow and arrows his guard partner left before he went to grab a snack, leaving Sam alone. Normally, he would make a run for it but with Mira there, he couldn’t just leave her and he really didn’t think she would move if he asked her to, heck, she wouldn’t even move if he begged her to. Not after their awful conversation.
Sam took a deep breath, flexing his fingers and feeling the energy around him, sparks igniting around his fingertips - hopefully not too visible to Mira. He quickly moved to stand behind her, facing the half-visible creature. He squinted at it, narrowed his eyes, and focused but he couldn’t really make out what exactly was stomping its way towards Camp Jupiter.
The brunet put a hand on her shoulder, forgetting about the electricity that was running through him and most likely having accidentally given her a tiny shock. Quickly retrieving his hand he tried to nudge her towards the tunnel because maybe having her go through it to end up on the other side away from the monster wasn’t such a bad idea after all. "Mira, listen, please don’t ask me why but you have to run through the tunnel. Now.," he simply told her without any further explanation, because how was he supposed to explain to her that a mythical beast was about to attack them - or him.
The monster let out another ear-shattering cry and Sam instantly whirled around, hands on his sides as he prepared and waited for it to charge. The sound of wings flapping echoed in his ears and the next thing he knew was that he was hauled to the side and flying through the air, crashing on the ground. Grunting, the demigod lifted his head, pain searing through his side he landed on rather harshly, looking at what appeared to be a gigantic, metal bird - a Stymphalian bird.
Mira could see the emotions passing over his face, emotions that looked utterly out of place on the boy who she used to know. He had always been so happy. Her memories were filled with his smile, it always lit up his face wholly. There was nothing half-hearted when it came to him. His smile and his laugh had been as persuasive as any spell her mother could ever hope to wield. She could remember a time when his smile had made her nervous; when his smile made her believe in a future that was never hers to claim. Now, as he glanced her way there was only contempt and malice. His words were venomous as he refused to believe her and of course, she had no ground to suggest otherwise.
He brought up his old friend again and the betrayal that she committed. Mira mentally prepared herself for the remarks that she knew were coming. The anger-fueled words that she knew he was poised to throw at her. As he continued speaking though, his choice of words made her pause. They weren't just words of anger, the way he spoke them sounded almost as if he was … jealous. Mira tried searching his face, but he turned from her and the whole ordeal went from pain to confusion. She considered that she might have misinterpreted them because there was no way in Hades that he cared anymore. Surely she had smashed any fond feelings that he might have held for her into a thousand broken shards that would forever be beyond repair. There simply wasn't a way around that. No one could hold feelings for someone that long after such a betrayal for anyone, much less, her.
His laugh startled her out of her thoughts and she felt as if he had dumped cold water all over her as he replied, bringing up her aunt. After the initial blow had landed, she swallowed hard, forcing herself to summon all of the strength that she had in her because she refused to show him how deeply his last remark landed. Mainly because it was true. All of it. She had been taught to wield every single gift her godly parent had given her to her benefit. She had been shown how to behave and think. The very worst parts of her godly parent had been drilled into her, taught, and commanded to her so that she could magnify them all. Mira forced her chin to tilt upward, even as he spoke about her being untrustworthy.
She could only stand before him, shouldering the brunt of his insults, her illusion of pride and haughty look of arrogance her only armor. She had no weapons for this fight. She had nothing to come to her defense excluding the knowledge that she was not a mortal and therefore did not belong in his world either way and even that was a flimsy one. There was nothing to say that hadn't already been said so she had played her last card of begging him to leave her alone and let her leave.
The two were looking at one another and she felt like there weren't enough words in the human language that could convey everything that they both seemed to be holding back from saying. He repeated her words back to her and a part of her ached. Maybe it was the physical exhaustion. Perhaps that combined with the emotional warfare they were waging against one another but she didn't know if she could keep this up any longer. She didn't know if she could continue to see him glare at her, with his words methodically cutting her down. She had never cried in front of anyone, but gods knew that if he continued this she wasn't going to be able to keep this façade up.
Sam spoke up, cutting the silence and she warily met his eyes once more before a sound broke through the night. Mira turned sharply in the direction of the beastly roar, all feelings of wariness gone in a flash. No. Please, gods no, she begged silently. She had no weapons to defend herself and though the promise of a safe camp remained only a few yards away, she knew that she couldn't leave him. He had, yet again, gotten caught in the web of her world. Her eyes were still poised towards the darkness that held the monster as she spoke quietly, "Sam…" Her eyes moved to him, her mouth open, intended to beg him to run when she realized that he too was facing the sound.
Was he a mortal blessed with the sight? She couldn't fathom a world where that was true, but then he moved his hands and she watched in shocked silence as sparks appeared. Mira's eyes widened as her brain ran wild with her thoughts. Was this a dream? Had she been knocked unconscious? He moved behind her, his hands touching her, causing a small shock to pass over her skin and the jolt caused a small surprised yelp from her lips. A child of Zeus? She turned, her eyes moving over him. Was he a demigod? That seemed impossible. He had never shown any signs nor indications. She felt as if she had been thrown off a cliff and sent into a world where everything was upside down.
He asked her to run through the tunnel and she grabbed for his hand, her fingers reaching for him, "Come with me. Please, Sam." She begged him, moving to pull his arm towards the safety of the tunnel. She didn't know what in the hades was going on but he could not stay and stand against whatever was in the darkness. She didn't know what he was, but they were both defenseless. The odds were very much against them both.
The creature let out a loud roar and Sam turned, Mira's eyes searching for the creature as well. Nothing emerged in front of them and Mira moved to grab his hand once more and Charmspeak him into running with her when movement appeared seemingly out of nowhere from above them. Mira was pushed away, stumbling back into a fall from the large creature's descent. Her eyes searched for Sam, widening in horror as she watched him get tossed to the side.
"SAM!" his name came out of her lips in a yell as she scrambled to her feet. Her heart was racing as she looked around for someone, anyone who could help. Her eyes moved quickly over the entrance of the tunnel and snagged on a gleaming blade. She was shockingly awful at a blade but she couldn't stand by idly as a creature tore Sam to bits.
Mira ran for the tunnel, her hands shakily moving to grab the sword that lay at the entrance. Her fingers had made contact with the hilt of the blade right as her eyes landed on a bow, with arrows neatly stored next to it. She grabbed the weapon immediately, as well as the quiver, and ran closer to the target. She moved instinctively, her body positioning itself for a clear shot, her hands swiftly nocking the arrow and letting the blade fly. The first rang true, and the creature let out a harrowing screech as she repeated the steps, letting loose another arrow. The second landed as well, the bird giving another cry and she didn’t spare a glance to Sam, terror at the back of her mind as she let another fly at the monster.
The creature turned in her direction, causing the shot to simply graze the beast and she moved to grab another arrow. The metal monster seemed to gauge that she was currently the biggest threat as it screeched in her direction, charging her way.
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] Wind and air were his elements. Yet, here he was, getting swatted aside like a housefly, because his attention was entirely on Mira. He heard his name somewhere in the distance but it was swallowed by the wind. Before he could think about slowing the impact Sam hit the ground, dragging grass and dirt with him where he landed hip first. Something warm trickled down the side of his face and when he reached out to touch it, his fingers came back stained red. Sam wasn’t sure when and how he hit his head but apparently, he had. Perhaps a stone that lay in the path of his fall or maybe the golden beak it sported was the cause.
His body felt stiff and tired as if he had just run a marathon against a child of Mercury. Forcing the throbbing sensation in both his head and hip away, he pressed his palms against the ground as he pushed himself up into a sitting position, back resting against a tree. Sam lifted his head, frantic eyes searching for Mira, although he sincerely hoped she had listened to him for once and left as fast as she could. Of course, she did not.
Her slim silhouette stood where he was just a moment ago. He watched her glance at him before she darted off towards the tunnel entrance. But instead of running through it to safety, she picked up the weapons lying next to the entrance, and once she grabbed the set of arrows and the bow she ran back into the direction of the oversized bird. His mind was spinning, his heart was racing. Confusion as well as panic set in, wondering why in the world Mira would take the weapons and why she wasn’t leaving as he told her to.
Sam had attempted to get up, to run over, to help her, to save her from what should have been his job, to begin with. But no matter how often he stood, his legs felt too heavy and dizziness took over, spreading inside his head like a poisonous cloud. His lips moved but no words left his mouth. Over and over he tried saying her name but all that was audible was a whisper of air.
He watched her nock one arrow after another, aiming and shooting at the monster, striking it but never anywhere where it would harm it. The question of why she was even able to see it hadn’t occurred to him yet. Even if it had, it wouldn’t have mattered anyway. The only thing that mattered right now was to get both Mira and himself to safety and he wasn’t capable of doing so.
Hazel eyes widened in horror as the Stymphalian bird raised its wings and thrust them forward, some of its feathers loosening and turning into sharp-arrow-like weapons. Sam raised his hands slightly, summoning the powers his father had gifted him with, and pushed his arms forward with as much strength as he could muster, sending a strong blast of air at the feather-arrows. The arrows changed their course and landed limply on the highway. A sigh of relief escaped his lips before his focus was back on the beast.
Albeit shaky, he kept his arms and hands up, moving them a little until the monster was in the frame. With another strong blast, this time coming from above, he forced the bird down, keeping it struggling against the cage of air around it. He didn’t have the strength nor the time to keep it there while also running for his sword at the tunnel entrance and back. So he did the only thing that made sense to him at that moment even if it wouldn’t make any sense later. Clearing his throat he glanced at the brunette, "Now!", was all that he could say, his voice cracking as he shouted.
The light around him started to dim, his sight losing all sharpness and turning his view into a blurry mess until there was nothing but darkness all around him.
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