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.
Camp Jupiter was so different than Camp Half Blood. She felt a true loss with the lack of the strawberry fields that she would spend hours in using her powers to grow them even larger than before thanks to the gifts of her father. She missed walking along the beach, even though the water terrified her, the breeze off of it felt great on her skin. Seraphime wished that she knew what to do about it all, about not having the home she had known for so much of her life. Living here, well, it was hard. Being this close to her mother, to Napa Valley, it was not a good feeling by any means and she hated feeling this close to it. As much as she loved the vineyard growing up, being near her mother was a terrifying prospect. She was going to have to stay in the borders at all times, because she knew her mother took trips to the city a lot, and if she knew that Sera was in San Francisco? No...she didn't even want to think about that.
Today, she had done all the training they had asked of her, but it was pretty mind numbing for her. She just went with the flow, doing her training but when she was done, it was all she could do to find something to get her head back in it. The Romans were an interesting bunch, but the glares they had saved for all of the greeks were not at all hard to miss. Sera was trying her best to avoid them, but it was more difficult than one might think. For now though, she chose to go to the stables. One of the pegasi from camp half blood she had a good connection with, a big palimino with golden wings. He had been injured during the battle at camp, one of his wings was severely hurt and he had been burned on one of his legs. Every since then she had been helping him to heal.
Today she had taken him out for a quick flight, his wing was better and and his burns had healed up at this point. They had flown over the camp, and she had gotten a good look at New Rome beneath them, the lay out of the land, all of it. It was bigger than she thought, but she wouldn't get to see much of it unless she was up here. She sighed holding tightly to the pegasus. She had never done too well on them, but this one just had an attatchment with her. When they landed she took him to his stable and brushed him down. " I miss camp too buddy." she sighed, running her hand over his face. " Doesn't seem the same here at all does it? I mean you have a little more area but, its not as big a sky for you hmm?" she heard someone cursing and raised her eyebrows, stepping out of his stall. " Hello? You alright?"
No matter how much Oreius complained - and complain he did - it was Bathe The Pegasus day. It was something Mila and Oreius had fought about for years, although Mila liked to think and say that Oreius only fought with her to keep their lives interesting, while Oreius assured her it was most definitely not the case. When she had been younger, he had been far more accommodating about bath days, but the older she'd gotten, the more he'd resisted, as though he was regressing in age. Even now, despite the bucket of apples she had promised him - Are they the golden apples of Hesperides? Then no, you can't make me - the danged pegasus was giving her far too much attitude to deal with so early in the morning.
"Would you please act your age?" she told him with no real heat in her voice as she chased him around the little corral, wielding a brush, the water that had previously been in the bucket also following along in the air behind her. They probably made quite the image, and any passing Roman camper would probably have laughed at the sight of them, but Mila was only focused on getting the troublesome pegasus. Oreius only whickered indignantly at her jab, continuing his zigzagging path out of her reach.
Deciding she couldn't catch him physically, Mila decided to go for a stealth move. Not wanting the pegasus to guess her plan, the daughter of Poseidon kept running after him, but her mind calculated where he would turn next and--with a harsh movement of her arm, the bubbles of water that had been floating behind her zoomed forward and crashed against Oreius' flank. Within seconds, he was drenched, and Mila took advantage of his surprise to catch up with him, immediately setting to work brushing his wet hair. Affronted, the pegasus whinnied, You're a cheat, Lyudmila Ivanovna!, before shaking his mane and soaking the demigod from head to toe.
Swear words in Ancient Greek flooded from Mila's mouth - no little children around, she felt she could be allowed - but before she could retaliate, someone poked their head around the stables and asked her if she was alright. It was Sera, one of the Dionysus kids who'd been at Camp Half-Blood for nearly as long as Mila had been. The two of them had never really meshed well together considering their different personalities, but ever since Camp Jupiter, Mila's sense of family had grown exponentially. She waved at Sera with her free hand, the other continuing to get the soap lathered on Oreius' back. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just Oreius being feisty as usual." The daughter of Poseidon received an irritated huff of breath in her face for that one. "How's your morning going?"
Spotting Mila, Sera smiled. She had always rather liked the daughter of the sea god, they got along pretty well, and she never once had a bad thing to say about the blonde. They were polar opposites, but she figured that was why they were able to get along so well. It was obvious that her pegasus was giving her a run for her money and she was glad that Draconius had been a little more abiding for everything today than Oreius. " I can see that." she laughed a little and lead Draco back into his stall so he could eat. Putting his brush away she headed out and leaned her arms on the fence watching the battle of wills for bath time.
" Not too bad actually. Draconius is healing up well, so I took him out this morning. Think he really enjoyed stretching his wings. The burns look mostly gone at this point, thank the gods." she watched Oreius as he huffed in Mila's face. " Do you need some help?" she knew that the daughter of Posiedon was going to have a much easier time at this then she would, but she could at least distract the pegasus with sugar cubes and apple slices if needed so that bath time went a little smoother.
"Its so weird being here. Have you been adjusting ok? I have to admit, I really haven't, and its much too close to home for my comfort. Just knowing my mom isn't far from here is...just not fun." her mother had locked her in a closet a few times, much like Carrie's mom in the Stephen King book. Though she was a drunk, and not a religious zealot. The men coming in and out of the house were frequent, and Sera just had to watch it happen.
She climbed the fence and hopped down, digging in her pocket for a sugar cube to hold out to Oreius. Holding her palm out flat she set the cube in the middle of it and let him go to town while Mila focused on the task at hand. " Meet anyone interesting here yet?" she had been avoiding poeple for the most part, which was kind of sad when you thought about it, but she had all the same.
As the daughter of Dionysus passed by with her own pegasus, Mila smiled, happy to see that Draco was healing faster and better than predicted. Injured horses and equines were just as painful to the daughter of Poseidon as injured children. One of the first things she had done when camp had started to burn was to free the horses from the stables. Maybe her decision to do so had cost demigod lives that she could have saved instead, but Mila didn't want to dwell on that. At the end of the day, she could wallow in guilt and shame all she wanted, but it would not bring anyone back. It would not take away the pain and the horror and the wounded bodies and minds of the survivors. All Mila could do now was be there for the ones who had survived, to support them and care for them. They were all they had left now.
Draco called a greeting out to her before he was stabled, and Mila smiled warmly in his direction even if he couldn't see her response. Regardless of how Mila and Sera may interact with each other as demigods, Mila would always have respect for the other girl, purely because of how much Draco loved Sera. It was clear in his words and his movement and his mood, and Sera's love for her pegasus was just as obvious in the sheen of his coat and the flutter of his feathers and the way they looked at each other despite not being able to understand each other the way Mila and Oreius could. It was a testament to the daughter of Dionysus, and Mila could get behind that.
"He does look plenty better," Mila agreed as she turned her attention back from the other pegasus to his rider, offering her an assuring grin before turning back to the task at hand. Oreius was now standing perfectly still, as though now in the mood to show what a model equine he could be. The pegasus was very slaphappy, most of the time mischievous and sassy when it was just the two of them, other times quite prim and proper when other horses were around. Mila knew being 'hand-picked' by Poseidon to look after her had gotten to the pegasus' head, but she only shook her head fondly at Oreius' antics. No one needed to know he had only been picked because he had been the only one around at the time. "I'm good, thank you for the help though. This one's being the model pegasus now so I'll be done a lot faster."
As Sera joined her in the corral, Mila continued on her task, although it was clear she was paying attention to what the other demigod was saying. "Yeah, it's been alright," Mila hedged. She wasn't usually a fan of sharing her fears with just anyone - she had always felt as though it was more her job to listen. She wondered if Sera would only talk to her if she offered some deeper insight into her feelings, but Mila needn't have worried. Her lips turned down at the corners as she turned her eyes to the daughter of Dionysus. "I'm sorry to hear that," she said genuinely to Sera, even though she wasn't too sure on the exact details of Sera's mortal parent. It didn't matter - regardless of what it was, Sera was not happy about being near her again. "Will she try to contact you if she knows you're here?"
Mila worked down the rest of the one side of Oreius' body before going around the other, taking her time on how to answer Sera's question. Truthfully, she hadn't met anyone interesting at camp; all the Romans had been far too keen to disregard her the moment they saw her orange camp shirt. Instead of making friends with the Romans, Mila had instead found herself reforging bonds with the Greeks, becoming closer with her own family. "Not really, but I'm sure it's nothing a few team-building and ice-breaking exercises can't fix." Was she being a bit too optimistic about it? Maybe. But she didn't want to disparage their hosts, no matter how unwilling they were.
Sera nodded, it was very true that Draco was looking a million times better, and she had hope that he would have a full recovery with minimum to no scarring. " He does doesn't he? He seems much happier too. Which is all I care about in the end. As long as he is healthy and happy, so am I." she wished that she could communicate with him the way that Mila could. Though she was not as lucky being a daughter of Dionysus. They seemed to understand one another well enough at least, and that was a blessing in and of itself. " I see that, he's standing as still as a little statue. Got to show off a bit I take it?" she grinned, though she couldn't help but laugh. It was as if he had something to prove, and she could understand that completely. She often felt that she was having to go above and beyond to prove her worth, especially now that they were here at Camp Jupiter. This place was so different than Camp Half Blood, and she often wondered what would come of them once the Roman's had enough of them infiltrating their home.
She smiled softly as Mila said it had been alright. " Good. I know its strange for all of us, I really hope that the attitudes get a little better in time. Though who knows what tomorrow holds." she was no seer, had no prophetic powers what so over, though she had hope. Hope that they would be in a better place soon. That they would learn to work one another with out too much animosity. Her question though had Sera a little surprised at first, though she had not wanted to think of it. The fact that her mother could so easily try to find her if she knew she was here. So much closer to home. Would she try to make her come back? Try to make her come home and help with the vineyard, use her powers to make the grapes grow faster? Who knew what she might do.
" I...I don't know. I hope she would not find out and that I would be safer here for it. Though if it comes down to it and we all have to leave. Well, who knows what she would do. I don't know, I'm afraid of going home. I can't even call it that really. It never really did feel like a home, not like Camp Halfblood did. There I truly felt at home. I won't lie, I'm afraid of her, afraid of what she would do." she sighed and tried not to think too much of it, running one hand gently over Oreius' neck.
She was right, that would likely help. " You are right. They could help quite a bit if we could manage it. I'm just trying to see if I could get to know some of the Children of Baachus here, see what they might be like compared to my siblings you know?" they seemed very different though, it was strange knowing that they shared a father but different aspects of him. How they were all of the same threads and yet so very different, man, the gods were so weird.
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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.
