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.
[break][break] If he was being honest Dareios would have thought he was used to losing friends, losing those he was actually close to, the ones he had at least partly opened up to. He was proven wrong when Morrigan, his co-praetor and one of the few people who understood him and knew him, fell into a strange mythical coma with seemingly no cure available to them at the moment. Not even the healers and children of Apollo and Trivia knew how to resolve it, how to get her back. It's been quite a few distraught days.[break][break]
The son of Mars, now acting alone as the sole leader of Camp Jupiter, although of course he still had the help of the Centurions. But everyone was busy and had assignments to deal with. And if there was one thing Dareios never wanted it was a new co-praetor. No one could replace Morrigan. He would rather give up his position and retire to New Rome than work with someone else, someone less worthy in his eyes.[break][break]
And without Morrigan, the work for the Praetor was piling up with no end. He still had to deal with the new groups of Greek demigods arriving at camp, manage their lodgings, have his legionnaires built more barracks, organize patrols to make sure the wards are safe, and and and. Needless to say, sleep was another friend long gone. His eyelids were heavy, barely having the strength to keep open as he trotted back through the woods on his horse whose coat color was a mix of deep dark scarlet and brown. Fitting for the son of the god of war. [break][break]
Night had already fallen over camp, tired eyes spotting the lights of the stables in the distance through the sea of trees. Both he and his horse were soaked after a hole in the wards was discovered by an earlier patrol and heavy rain tore through the opening. It was finally fixed by the children of Trivia and one of the Greek Hecate kids but by the time they made their way through the woods to find it every single demigod at the scene was dripping wet.[break][break]
Dareios replayed the scene over and over again in his mind as he headed back, leaving a couple of guards behind to make sure someone was watching it in case the hole decided to return. He was alone now, which he didn't mind. In fact, not having to deal with anyone - especially the Greeks - sounded like such a good idea. But the idea of a nap, right there on the cold dirt sounded just as fabulous. [break][break]
Before he could stop himself he leaned sideways, only the whine of his horse interrupting his thoughts. Exhaustion seemed to welcome him with open arms and thus he let himself fall, landing on the ground with a loud thud. He was sure it should have hurt but even the pain was being soothed by exhaustion. Tired, that's what he was. Hazel eyes looked up towards the sky which was as black as always, no, even darker now, hidden by branches and leaves. This is what he needed - to rest.[break][break]
She couldn't sleep. She hadn't been able to ever since they'd arrived at Camp Jupiter. Where she used to slumber peacefully in the relative quiet of the Poseidon cabin back home, she couldn't do so easily here in the Greek cohort barrack. Not only because of the uncomfortable feeling of sharing the sleeping area with far more people than she was used to, but also because she worried. Mila had wanted to stay behind and make sure everyone got out of camp, but one of the younger ones had nearly collapsed and she'd had to bring him to Camp Jupiter herself. She had never been much of a worrier, but now she did, thinking of the others who hadn't made it to their sanctuary yet.
There was no use tossing and turning in bed. With a frustrated sigh that Mila kept low so as not to wake any of the others, the daughter of Poseidon pulled herself out of the bottom bunk. Throwing on a denim jacket but keeping her tracksuit bottoms, she pulled her messy blonde hair up into a knot at the top of her head. At least there weren't any harpies here whose punishment for out-of-bed campers was digestion. Sure, the Romans patrolling the camp at night didn't take kindly to anyone wandering around, especially Greeks, but at least she was guaranteed not to be eaten.
The section of the camp she walked through was empty - curiously so. But Mila wasn't going to look a gift-horse in the mouth, and she wasn't going to stick her nose wondering where the Roman patrol went. Instead, she walked quickly and silently in the direction of the stables, the one place she always went to when she needed comfort. Her footsteps were light and barely audible as she passed the stalls, although the horses awoke with her presence. Most of them were Roman and didn't trust her very much, so she passed by them without stopping, heading for one closer to the end. As though he could sense her, Oreius stuck his head out of the bay when she was only halfway there.
Upon reaching him, she gave him a quick peck on the cheek, running her palm up and down his nose as she did so. At the very least, despite all the devastation of camp and the uncertainty of their future, at the very least she still had Oreius. She didn't know what she would have done if her beloved Pegasus had perished in the fire or on the journey to San Francisco.
Oreius didn't need any extra encouragement. The click of the latch was loud in the dead silence, but Oreius' hooves only whispered against the ground as he exited his stall. Together, girl and Pegasus left the stables, shoulder and flank touching as they walked side by side towards the forest. It had been their routine ever since they had arrived, both looking for peace and each other's company. The longer she spent with him, the more her worry dissipated, and when they were finally a few feet into the cover of the trees, Mila heaved another, smaller, sigh of relief. It was silent, restful, and the familiar Pegasus smell of Oreius wafted through the light breeze.
The quiet was interrupted as Oreius turned to look towards the side, his dark eyes studying the distance. There's a horse out there, he told her, and Mila turned to look in the same direction, just as the sound of something falling echoed between the tree trunks. Quick as a cat, Mila vaulted onto Oreius' back and he cantered forward in the next second, their movement so synchronised after over a decade together. They reached the horse and what looked to be a fallen male camper within a minute, and Mila jumped off before Oreius had stopped. Her eyes went first to the worried horse, who gave her a frantic look - Roman, not in the least bit inclined to give her a warm welcome, and she heard Oreius make an impatient snort behind her before tossing his mane irritably. Rude equine! Bow to your princess, a daughter of the sea god!
Mila ignored Oreius' posturing and the Roman horse's stuttered whicker, attention now focused on the male demigod. It didn't look like there were any odd angles, so he most likely didn't break anything when he fell. With a jolt, she realised his eyes were still open and looking up at the sky. Was he knocked out? She quickly knelt down and loomed over him, hands on his shoulders to shake him slightly, not too much in case he had a concussion. "Hey, are you alright?" The moon was briefly uncovered by the clouds, throwing his face into relief, and Mila recognised him at once. "Praetor Dareios? Gods. Can you hear me?"
Exhaustion was prodding him, lulling him into the realm of sleep. His lids were heavy as they draped over dry eyes for just a brief moment. Sleep had yet to embrace him fully but as he relaxed, despite unwillingly, he found himself standing in the Fields of Mars. The sun had risen, shining down on him in all its might. He could feel the heat on his skin, pearls of sweat forming on his forehead. His breath was shaky as if he had just run, his legs slightly wobbling beneath him. As he looked down on himself he noticed that he was smaller and skinnier than his present self. In this daydream, he was younger… happier. [break][break]
A smaller hand, its skin softer and less calloused than his own, curled around his arm, sliding down until their hands were interlaced. She pulled him forward, stepping over the soft grass that glimmered with morning dew. Dareios couldn’t see her face, her dark curls hiding it from him, but he heard her laugh. A sound he used to be able to recognize anywhere and anytime. But now it was a sound he had almost forgotten… After all these years he wondered if he could precisely remember her features, the exact color of her eyes, the feel of her hair when he curled it around his finger, the look of her dimples on her cheeks when she smiled… [break][break]
The faintest hint of a smile played on his lips before closeby rustling forced his attention to shift towards the source. He kept still, part of him hoping - not for himself but for whoever was approaching him - to just keep going. Of course, they didn’t. The sound of hooves on the ground coming closer and closer had him sigh in utter disappointment. There it went… his chance to relax. Do yourself a favor and just keep walking. the brunet thought, mentally rolling his eyes when they didn’t and instead bent over him.[break][break]
Cold eyes flicked at the blonde, although his heavy lids made it quite hard to keep them open. His hand was itching to pull out one of the knives strapped to his leather bracer around his forearm. She was shaking his shoulders, as if he was unconscious, and proceeded to ask him if he was alright. Without a warning, he pushed himself up into a sitting position with an even more annoyed sigh. He looked at her, giving her a habitual quick once over before letting out a scoff. It wasn’t a face he recognized as one of their legionnaires. At least this one had enough brain to address him with his correct title.[break][break]
"Yes, I can hear you just fine," he said, softly rolling his left wrist in front of him as if meaning to warm it up before a punch. "What is it with you Greeks frolicking around like this is a playground for children? Seems like you don’t possess the ability to respect discipline or curfews. No surprise your survival rate is down to Tartarus." Dareios commented gruffly, running a hand through his wet curls before standing, carelessly kicking up mud as he did so. With a dismissive wave of his hand, he added, "Please, take your deficient self back to your barracks before I change my mind and escort you right back."[break][break]
The previously prone form of the male Praetor moved at the sound of her voice, and initially, Mila was relieved. She was sure she would be copping a lot of flak, intense posturing, and multiple rounds of threats if she had been the one found next to an unconscious legionnaire, not in the least because it was Dareios. The Romans had been suspicious of the Greeks from the moment they had arrived, and while Mila could understand their hesitation to welcome the demigod refugees, the daughter of Poseidon was still miffed that they would judge the whole camp based on the actions of one or two individuals. There were children as young as ten or eleven with them, for Poseidon's sake. No child deserved that level of suspicion and coldheartedness.
The relief of finding Dareios alive and conscious began to melt slowly into irritation as the Praetor spoke disgruntedly towards her. As he sat up quickly, Mila found herself losing her balance as she sought to put distance between them with the same speed, and she landed on the cool forest floor without too much grace, wisps of her blonde hair swinging past her face as she practically fell backwards. That, however, was only second to the annoyance at hearing that lofty Roman tone directed towards her. She had put up with it in the main camp areas as she had tried to remain diplomatic, tried to be a role model for the other Greeks to always show their best face and best attitude even when dealing with passive aggressive Romans, but she found her patience trickling.
"Begging your pardon, Praetor," she responded, ice creeping into her tone as her eyes flashed. Mila was not in any sort of mood to be diplomatic. "Us Greeks are encouraged to look after fallen demigods; I wasn't aware it was expected of Roman legionnaires to just continue past bodies lying on the ground." As the male demigod continued to talk, Mila's patience waned completely. While she could take rules and laws and authority's orders and carry them out to the letter, disregarding completely that it marked her as a 'stick in the mud' and 'boring', she did them because she agreed with them or at least agreed with their purpose. The daughter of Poseidon had had to think of others for so long, it was practically in her second nature to assume responsibility of others. She could accept that she had broken a rule here. What she didn't stand for was being berated like a child. "Do you speak of all dead demigods in the same way? Or is it only the Greek ones because the survivors are taking refuge in your home?" Mila asked, tone hard sarcasm but also genuinely scandalised. It was all so fine for the Romans to act all high and mighty, all hoighty toighty about survival rates, but imagine if their roles were reversed. No Greek demigod would give Roman refugees this level of sass about their deceased fellow campers.
The daughter of Poseidon stood, brushing off dead leaves and twigs from her trousers and pulling her hair back from her face. She did not offer a hand to Dareios, the Praetor standing on his own a second or so after her. Escorted back to the barracks like some misbehaving kid was not high on Mila's list of priorities, but neither was the attitude she was receiving from an annoyed Praetor who she felt by all accounts and purposes should be explaining why on Gaia's green earth he was on the ground anyway. "Please treat me with the same level of respect I treated you, Praetor Dareios," Mila said bluntly, gazing straight into the Praetor's eyes and delivering her words without inflection. If he was going to treat her like a child, then she would treat him the same as well. Mila was a fan of treating others the way one wanted to be treated, and she would gladly treat him the same as he was treating her. The daughter of Poseidon made to walk back towards Oreius. "No need to escort me back to my barracks; I'm sure you have plenty to do, falling then lying on the ground in the middle of the forest as you were."
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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.
ever since they'd arrived at Camp Jupiter. Where she used to slumber peacefully in the relative quiet of the Poseidon cabin back home, she couldn't do so easily here in the Greek cohort barrack. Not only because of the uncomfortable feeling of sharing the sleeping area with far more people than she was used to, but also because she worried. Mila had wanted to stay behind and make sure everyone got out of camp, but one of the younger ones had nearly collapsed and she'd had to bring him to Camp Jupiter herself. She had never been much of a worrier, but now she did, thinking of the others who hadn't made it to their sanctuary yet.
