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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The Romans barely tolerated her in their infirmary, but Evie was never the kind of person who could sit around, twiddling her thumbs, when there were people she could be helping. If that meant putting up with grumpy Roman legionnaires who regarded her with suspicion as she handed band-aids or bandages or ran to fetch potions from children of Trivia... Evie didn't mind in the least. She wasn't going to let their bad mood affect her desire to help. Besides, Aiden was resting, and Evie didn't particularly feel like going anywhere without him - at least she'd be helpful in the infirmary.
The building was quiet that afternoon, though. Evie watched the sun setting outside the window as she perched herself on a seat. The healer had told her to go find something else to do, but Evie didn't mind waiting a bit longer in case an injured demigod came through the door. Tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear, Evie wistfully looked out into her new home, her new sanctuary. It was strange to think that everything she had once known had been left behind in the rubble of her old camp. Well, at least not everything, her mind wandering back to Aiden like it always did. She would be going to check up on him in a little bit before dinner.
Lost in her thoughts, chin resting on her open palm, Evie daydreamed peacefully, waiting for the sun to lower and the comfort of her new evening routine. Everything would be fine, now that they were here in Camp Jupiter, even if the Romans were a bit sharper and meaner than the demigods back home. Evie just had to keep out of their way as much as possible, and she was sure they would be fine with her presence, eventually.
You know what hurt worse than being cut with a sharp sword? Being hit with a blunt one. Ena had agreed to help train one of the newest additions to the second cohort. He was a son of Bellona who had a natural gift for sword fighting. Even with all of her experience it was taking all of her concentration to keep up with him. Which was the precise reason she hadn’t seen a broadsword flying through the air at her. Apparently a daughter of Mars had gotten angry and thrown her sword across the training arena, Ena simply had the misfortune to get in it’s way.
The flat of the sword had struck Ena right in the temple. She woke up with her face in the dirt with the sounds of arguing happening around her. It was embarrassing to get injured like this, but she wasn’t in any trouble. The Praetor ordered her to go to the infirmary to get checked out. She had been hit hard enough to black out, and there was still blood flowing down the side of her face. To be frank she was glad to go, after an embarrassing injury like that one she was in no mood for training.
One of her friends in the second cohort had escorted her to the infirmary but she insisted on going in alone. She stepped through the familiar doors and set eyes upon someone she didn’t recognize. After a few years in Camp Jupiter Ena recognized most of the people there, she didn’t know everyone’s name but she was pretty good at spotting someone new.
There had been a lot of new people showing up at camp lately, mostly survivors from Camp Halfblood. So far Ena hadn’t been terribly impressed by them, but to be honest she hadn’t spent much time with them. If they were demigods they had a right to earn their place here, but they did have to earn their place.
”So, you a healer or what?” she demanded in a tone that was grumpy at best. Usually someone entering the infirmary with a head wound demanded faster action, Ena glared at the girl as she clutched cut just above her temple. Ena continued to put all of her effort into standing upright, fainting twice in a day was something she refused to do.
The peaceful afternoon was shattered by the sound of someone's heavy steps making their way into the infirmary, but before Evie could even jump up and call the healer, a very grumpy demigod with a bad head injury stumbled in. Even if Evie hadn't met every single demigod at Camp Half-Blood, she would have known this one was a Roman purely because of the heavy sort of anger coming from the other girl. Admittedly, the head injury was probably plenty reason enough to validate the other camper's mood and attitude, though, so Evie only mumbled a, "Sorry, sorry, I'm not, I'm just--"
But before she could continue to explain further, the healer on duty came forwards. He was a Roman and so was a lot calmer than Evie had been at the sight of all the blood. Then again, an actual healer from Camp Half-Blood would probably have been the same - collected, rational, not shocked frozen at the sight of a head injury. Evie chastised herself for not being a better daughter of Apollo. Was this the reason why the sun god hadn't yet claimed her? Because she hadn't proven herself a good enough demigod or a good enough healer or a good enough child of his? She sent another mental prayer of apology to Apollo, before focusing on the patient as the healer moved around the injured legionnaire.
At the snapped command of ambrosia and bandages, Evie scurried off, her black hair flying at the speed she ran towards the supply cabinet. Carefully but trying to move as quickly as she could, Evie gathered what she'd been ordered, before rushing back to the healer's side, thankful that she hadn't tripped on the way over. Her eyes were wide as she took in the sight - from this angle, there was a lot more blood, bright red splashed across the girl's face and hair. She dimly remembered something about head injuries looking worse than they were, but all Evie could think about was how much it had to hurt. Numbly, she tried to pass the supplies to the healer, but he only glared at her as he moved to check the legionnaire wasn't going into shock.
Right, she was supposed to be helping, too. Trying not to let her empathy for the other camper get to her, Evie knelt down beside her to hold the clean cloth to the cut, applying pressure on the injury even as she offered an ambrosia square to the Roman demigod. If this were Camp Half-Blood, Evie would have actually just dropped the ambrosia straight into the patient's mouth, but considering the Romans were a little less welcoming towards her, she figured she'd give the Roman girl the choice to retain her dignity. "Sorry," she murmured again, keeping the pressure on the wound and hoping she was doing an alright job of it.
The brunette looked alarmed and spouted out a string of apologies. Thankfully an actual healer swept in and helped Ena to one of the beds. As she laid back it felt like the world shifted and her stomach did a flip. She took a deep breath to settle the wave of nausea that had come over her. The healer sent the girl for bandages and ambrosia before turning his attention to Ena and asking what happened.
She hesitated for a moment before answering. Was it super embarrassing to be injured like this, yes. Would it be objectively funny if it happened to someone else? Yes. She decidedly share with the healer, maybe they needed a good laugh. ”Someone with super strength had a hissy fit and decided to chuck a broadsword across the training field. You know it’s a normal day at camp” Ena said with a healthy dose of sarcasm.
The brunette girl ran back with bandages and a piece of ambrosia. Ena took the ambrosia and popped it in her mouth. She closed her eyes for a second savoring the sweet taste. Ena wondered if the Gods made ambrosia taste so good as a way to help demigods not fear being injured. A head injury was a lot easier to deal with when you knew you were getting a decadent snack out of the deal.
The brunette girl was saying sorry yet again. It was annoying. Here Ena was with a head wound and this girl kept saying sorry. It was like she expected Ena to be the one to comfort her because she couldn’t handle seeing a bit of blood. Ena was the one with the head wound, she was the one that was supposed to be comforted. Not that she had a lot of tolerance for that either. ”Could you stop it with the I’m sorry stuff? Ena snapped at the girl.
That came out harsher than she had intended. Ena knew that she could be intimidating especially when she was angry. Back when she went to public school she had run into plenty of girls who over apologized for nothing. Girls were always often trained to be accommodating and to apologize just for taking up space, Ena had no tolerance for that kind of thinking. She lifted up her hand and applied pressure on her own would shooing the other girls hand away.
”Were you the one that hit me? No. Is saying sorry going to heal me? No. Never apologize to anyone unless you did something really bad to them. her voice was firm. She hoped that this timid girl would take the words as advice meant to make her stronger, and not criticism. The healer on staff mentioned something about getting some herbs and ran off leaving Ena alone with this girl. She might as well make conversation and keep herself distracted from the pain in her head. ”So, what are you doing here anyway! I’m guessing you’re new?”
When Evie heard the story of how the Roman demigod got her injury, her nose scrunched a little. It sounded very painful and violent, and Evie felt even more alienated by the fact that this was just a normal day at camp for the legionnaires. Granted, a lot of punishments for severe transgressions in Camp Half-Blood was only met with no dessert for a week, but she couldn't remember anyone having a broadsword thrown at them before. Maybe the accidental arrow-in-the-thigh from one of the Apollo kids, or an Ares camper accidentally swiping someone open with a sword. Was there just something wrong with demigods in general that these were considered "average"?
As Evie sat herself down near the legionnaire, ambrosia taken from her fingers and eaten, the other girl snapped at her to stop apologising. It was a common enough thing; a lot of people often told Evie to stop saying sorry. Like a fool, though, Evie's automatic response was to start apologising again. "Sor..." Remembering what the girl had just said, Evie bit down on her lip top stop herself from saying it just as the legionnaire took over putting pressure on her own wound, dismissing Evie. It was fair enough, Evie knew how much it could be annoying that she always kept saying sorry - but it wasn't as though she could help it. She was sorry that she wasn't a proper healer, and that she hadn't been able to help the wounded demigod as much as either of them would have liked. But repeating it now seemed pointless, so instead Evie went back to her seat by the window, although she kept her back to the outside. She wouldn't be caught slacking off her duties, even though she'd been waved away from helping for now.
As the girl started talking to her about none of it had been her fault, Evie only listened, her eyes on the other legionnaire. Sometimes, she wished she was as brave as this girl, because then that would mean she'd be able to defend herself and defend Aiden if she needed to. She already would do anything if it meant Aiden would be safe, but it would be nice to have the ability to match the ambition. And Evie sort of understood that it hadn't been her fault the legionnaire had ended up in the infirmary, anyway. But still, the girl lived to appease others, to heal their hurts, to be nice to them. She was meant to be as light a burden as possible. Not apologising didn't make sense to her - she was sorry to see the legionnaire in this state, she was sorry to hear that she'd gotten hit in the head by a broadsword. That was just how Evie was.
Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as the legionnaire switched to ask her a question, Evie gulped before nodding slightly. "We only got here two days ago, there was an incident with a chihuahua... Anyway." Evie tried her best not to ramble, trying to keep her story as succinct as possible. She didn't want to apologise again for boring the legionnaire or taking up too much of her time or making her talk too much. "I'm... unclaimed, for now? But everyone back at -- I mean, all of the Hermes kids think I'll be a child of Apollo, so. I thought I'd help out a bit in here, considering this is probably where I'll end up." Evie's tone wasn't pessimistic nor unhappy - it was just a statement of fact. "I'm Evie, by the way."
Ena gave the girl a look as she started to say sorry again. Seemed like this was going to be a difficult habit for her to break, well that was if the girl heeded her advice and actually wanted to stop apologizing constantly.
As expected the girl was one of the refugees from Camp Halfblood. Unexpectedly she mentioned running into problems with a chihuahua. The word around Camp was that the Greeks were weak. They weren’t an organized fighting force, and there weren’t many fighters amongst them. But running into problems with a chihuahua was especially troubling. Weren’t they the tiny little dogs that rich women carried around in their purses? There had to be a lot more to this story, or at least there better be. A five pound dog shouldn’t be able to stop a regular human let alone a demigod. ”Okay, I’m gonna need more details on the chihuahua thing.”
The girl rambled on, and Ena wasn’t sure if her head injury was making things more difficult to understand. She had heard that the Greeks were organized into bunks based on parentage. She had no idea what Hermès kids had to do with thinking this girl was a child of Apollo. If Hermès kids were anything like Mercury kids they probably weren’t the most trustworthy group. Of course playing with the emotions of an unclaimed demigod seemed a bit too cruel even for them. Having a parent who refused to claim you as their own had to be painful, especially in a system where everyone was organized by who their Godly parent was. There were a number of unclaimed demigods in the legion, even if it was never discovered who their parent was they all had a place within a cohort. Ena couldn’t help but feel a bit bad for Evie.
“I’m Ena. I’m in the second cohort, daughter or Pluto.” She said as an introduction. Plenty of people were scared of Pluto, and by extension afraid of his children. Evie seemed especially skittish and Ena hoped that she could handle this truth without getting even more nervous and apologetic.
Ena needed a distraction from the pounding in her head. You were supposed to keep people with concussions talking weren’t you? ”So, I don’t know.... do you have any questions about Camp Jupiter. How things run and stuff.” Ena had never been the best conversationalist, but she was trying.
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Evie wasn't sure if the Roman girl was just being polite or if she genuinely wanted to hear the story about the chihuahua, but to be quite honest, Evie didn't really ponder too much about things like that. Instead, she sank gratefully into the neutral topic, smiling slightly at the other girl as she started her story, trying not to get rambly like she often did when she was talking with her other friends. "Well, he was so cute and tiny and he looked adorable and, well, dogs are usually always nice and sweet when they're just walking, right?" At least, Evie always thought so. She liked to think she wasn't stupid enough to ask to pet a dog that was actively pulling against the leash or had an aggressive vibe, you know? "So I go up to him and lean down and was about to pet the cute puppy -- and even if the chihuahua had been an aggressive type, I mean, I'm bigger than them, right? My grandma always said spiders were more scared of me than I was of them because I was bigger than them, so there was no way the puppy was going to really hurt me too much -- but it wasn't a real puppy!"
As she got into her story, Evie had sat herself down comfortably on the floor next to the Roman demigod's bed, eyes sparkling a little more as she continued. "It was actually this huge thing that Aiden told me was a chimaera - and it was nasty. It got Aiden good on the arm -- oh, Aiden's my -- he's a son of Ares. Or Mars? I think you'd like him, he's into weapons, too." The slightest hint of a blush appeared on Evie's cheeks as she glanced down. She didn't even know what to call Aiden - any label seemed insufficient for her true feelings for the male demigod. "Anyway, we came together from New York, and thank the gods that he did; I'm pretty sure he's the only reason I'm still here and alive in one piece to tell this story." No 'pretty sure' about it, either; while Evie liked to think she wasn't completely hopeless, there was no denying that she wouldn't have survived at all if it hadn't been for the son of Ares.
Evie's initial excitement that had bubbled as she'd told the story slowly subsided. "So yeah, anyway. Nearly got eaten to death by a chihuahua. But we're lucky that we made it this far without getting seriously injured." Her voice trailed off at the end, tugging nervously at her sleeve as her mind drifted towards the others that hadn't made it, or had come in with worse stories than their own. At least she'd had Aiden; a lot of the other Greek demigods didn't have a protector.
Thankfully, though the Roman demigod introduced herself, and the other girl's voice pulled Evie out of the sudden downwards turn of her mood. With an encouraged smile, Evie leaned forwards slightly, glad that Ena was engaging her in conversation. "Wow," she breathed, not sardonic or sarcastic in the least about how cool she thought Ena was. "Second cohort - that's only for like powerful demigods, right? And first are for the super elite? That's so awesome." Evie had no doubt she'd have made it to the absolute bottom last cohort if she'd been Roman. Aiden would have had no problems going straight to first or second, she was sure.
As Ena offered to answer any questions Evie might have, the Greek demigod bit on her bottom lip slightly, unsure if Ena was just being nice and also unsure about which question to ask first. While Evie didn't want to bother Ena, to be fair the Roman demigod had offered... Evie had never taken any of the Romans' hostility as a personal insult against herself, and had just chalked it up to general mood towards the Greeks. Now that one of them was offering a potential olive branch, Evie couldn't not take it. "Well... I don't want to bother you or be a pain so, you don't have to really tell me about all the details, but... What's it like, having cohorts and marching drills and mandatory combat training?" It was perhaps too vague a question, but truly, Evie had actually already tried to narrow it down a bit. What she really wanted to know was what it was like to live in the legion - a life that she would now have to learn for herself.
”Okay, that makes a lot more sense now. Ena said clearly relieved. If Evie had started out saying they ran into a chimera Ena wouldn’t have asked for further details. She had never personally run into one, but had heard enough stories to know they were formidable monsters. The mist could do strange things. She had been told time and time again in training that mist could make monsters look like harmless creatures for a time. It was something they were supposed to be on guard for when they traveled outside of camp. Getting injuries fighting a lion/goat/snake abomination that spits fire made a lot more sense then having trouble running into a five pound dog.
Still, Ena was kind of glad she had asked. Evie chattering away about the incident proved to be a good distraction from the pain. A trip clear across the country had to be challenging. Ena had seen plenty of Greeks entering the camp looking as if they had barely survived the journey. It sounded like Evie had to completely rely on her friend to keep her alive through the journey.
It was easy to look at all of the Greeks coming into camp and look down on them. They lacked training and discipline, and yes they were weak compared to the Roman legion. But whose fault was it that they were like that? Ena wasn’t sure exactly what the point of this Camp Halfblood had been if they weren’t training demigods to defend themselves. She couldn’t help but feel bad for Evie. It was tough to imagine just how scary it would be to travel across the country when you knew you would be facing monsters but didn’t know how to fight.
She could remember how scary making the trip up to Camp Jupiter had been. Okay, a lot of her fear had to do with questioning her own sanity and wondering if she was going to end up lost and alone in the wilderness. Still there had been a few close calls, and without her ability to use shadows to protect herself she might not have made it to Lupa.
If Ena had been sent to a camp where fighting wasn’t part of mandatory training would she have learned how to fight? If she had gone to a camp where they just had fun and sang songs around a campfire, would she have been able to motivate herself put in all the pain and effort to become a better fighter? Probably not. After five years in the legion it was hard to imagine herself as anything but a warrior. Her sword may have been standard Camp Jupiter issue, but it felt like a part of her.
It was really easy to roll your eyes and be annoyed with all of the clueless and weak Greek campers arriving, but they were victims. Not just of whatever misfortune caused Camp Halfblood to fall in the first place, but of forces in power that decided it would be okay to leave campers completely defenseless and ill prepared for life outside the safety of camp borders.
Thank the Gods they had made it to Camp Jupiter. It was a place where they would actually learn how to defend themselves. Sure, there seemed to be some Greeks who had no interest in learning how to fight or be useful. Ena felt pretty confident that there would also be people who wanted to get better and be part of the Roman legion. Who knew, maybe the Greeks could become the six and seventh cohorts.
Evie sounded impressed with the fact that Ena was in the Second Cohort. ”I’m definitely proud to be part of the Second Cohort. But, you can’t always tell who is the most powerful based on which Cohort someone is in. A lot of it is political. You occasionally get people who are in lower cohorts who are really powerful. You also get a few legacies in top Cohorts who only got there because they come from an important family.” she could think of a few examples but wasn’t going to spread gossip just yet.
Evie asked about what it was like to be in a military group. ”I mean, it was an adjustment at first. All of the drills, the discipline, I’m not a big fan of being told what to do. But then I realized what it was all for. It’s to make us better so we can work together to fight monsters, so that we can keep ourselves safe from any threat.” Ena continued to talk even though she probably should have stopped there. ”I mean it sounds like you really could have used some combat training. I mean what did they teach you at Camp Halfblood anyway?”
That came out harsher sounding than intended, but it was true. Evie’s friend might not be in the infirmary if Evie had known how to handle herself. Also, Ena was genuinely curious to know what it had been like at Camp Halfblood. Was it all about hanging out with your fellow demigods and having fun. Sounded pretty great if you ignored how completely helpless it left the people who went there.
Ena realized she should probably say something more positive. ”Now that your here, I could probably get you in on some of the drills and training. We can teach you how to take care of yourself, so you don’t have to rely so much on your friend.” She took a pause. She didn’t know if it was the distraction or the ambrosia taking effect but she was feeling better. ”Your an Apollo kid right, you’d probably be great at archery. I can’t help you with that though, I suck at archery.”
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To Evie's relief, Ena hadn't seem too bothered about how much she had talked. It was a pretty good story, or so Evie thought, and one that she was proud to have survived all thanks to Aiden. It couldn't be helped that sometimes some people tired of her chattering away - she felt the Romans would be even less patient with her than the Greeks had been. It wasn't a habit she indulged in often, either, but sometimes some things couldn't be helped, and the chihuahua story was one of them. At least Ena hadn't stopped her halfway through, or made a face, or turned away, or any other number of ways she could have shown she wasn't interested in listening any more. Evie always made sure to try to read any social cues, or the way someone acted or looked when she started telling her story; Evie wouldn't want to bore someone or irritate them. Ena hadn't looked like she'd been bothered, or perhaps her injury just hadn't let her escape. Either or, Evie was grateful they seemed to have found a safe topic.
Evie could have gone on about it, too, but she didn't. If Ena wanted more details, Evie could have provided more, of course, although it was probably a good idea that the Roman girl hadn't. Most of Evie's stories about crossing the country were about how Aiden had saved her and saved the day and Aiden's awesomeness in general. Considering how much Aiden tended to star in her stories, Ena might have gotten sick of hearing about him. Evie definitely couldn't get sick of the son of Ares; her mind wandered again in his direction, wondering if he was awake yet from his nap, or if he was combat training, or if he was somewhere else getting to know their new home. She'd probably look for him at dinner and not leave his side, again.
As Ena began talking about the cohorts, Evie found herself listening with rapt attention. She'd only been at camp for two years, so she knew what it was like to be in mortal schools and high schools. She'd heard of a few stories of other teens passing high school or getting into a prestigious college despite not having the grades for it simply due to who their parents were. The Greek demigod found it hard to imagine - why bother having cohorts, then, if it all came down to who you knew and what family you came from? But then again, she was just a normal Greek demigod, not even claimed yet - what did she know about forms of government, especially a Roman one? Maybe that was just how it worked better for them?
"I still think that's pretty awesome, though," she answered, wonder clear in her tone. "I mean, when someone makes it into a cohort, they still have to prove themselves in some way, right? Or else they would stick out like a sore thumb." And probably bullied for it, too. Evie's heart went out to them, to the demigods who'd made it into a top cohort only by grace of their family, and then had to prove that they belonged there. They had not only their own peers to impress, but also the person or people who recommended them, because obviously if they didn't do a good job in that cohort, it would be an embarrassment for them, right? It seemed like potentially too much pressure, and Evie found herself with a lot more sympathy for the Romans and their way of life. Not that she would ever tell them that, of course - they thrived in their lifestyle and would probably find her sympathy patronising and scornful.
Evie nodded when Ena talked about adjusting to a militaristic culture. It was something Evie herself was struggling with, probably more than the others. She'd never been a person who could hit a fly - or at least, couldn't hit a fly that didn't deserve it - and having to learn combat training to the level of commitment and intensity and seriousness of the Romans was difficult. Her body also wasn't exactly peak fighting material, so she often struggled with moving around the arena weighed down by weapons. The marching drills were another thing her body was too soft to handle. Even the weeks of running from New York had only toughened her body up a little bit.
Most if not all Romans - the few that had deigned to talk to her - agreed that the Greeks should have been learning how to fight more, and it was something Evie could understand from their viewpoint. That was, after all, how they had been trained. But for Evie, she liked how Camp Half-Blood had been run. "We did have some combat training," Evie murmured hesitantly, trying not to sound argumentative or my-camp-is-better-than-yours, "but I wasn't very good at it. Just enough to not be a complete burden to Aiden when Camp burned down." A huge part of Evie was still guilty she hadn't been strong enough to protect herself and Aiden; the least she could have done was not be heavy weight to carry around, or a weak baby deer to be protected. Well, Ena was right, now Evie was in Camp Jupiter - the silver lining of the mandatory combat and drills would be that she had to become a warrior. If anything were to happen in the future, at least she would be better equipped, right?
"We learned things I think maybe more related to our godly parent?" Evie continued, still sounding unsure. "If you were a child of Hephaestus, you'd learn more about forging and things like that." The girl looked at her hands as she continued. "I'm... not actually sure if my parent is Apollo. Most everyone from camp thinks so, because I can heal people with my hands, but... I can't do it all the time. And I haven't really been able to manipulate light or anything. I'm sort of okay with archery? But I'm not sure if that's because a bow and arrow isn't as heavy as a sword and shield." Ena didn't need to know about the weird dreams Evie sometimes had. The few people she had told had always had mixed reactions, and Evie preferred to keep that sort of information to herself. Tentatively, she smiled at Ena, grateful for the offer of training. "I'm really not the best at anything physical, but I mean, if you don't mind it? I'd love to take you up on your offer for training."
Had Ena just offered to help train this girl? Yes in a moment of pity and general delusion, she had offered to help train her. Crap. Maybe Ena could blame this all of the head wound and claim she forgot about it later. No, that wasn’t an option. Ena offered to help and she could not back out now.
”Yeah, I’ll help train you. You will probably hate me by the end of it, but I will help you.”
Okay logically this was a good thing. If the Greeks were here they couldn’t just be a drain on resources, they had to be capable of helping out. Would training a newbie be annoying, yes. Would Ena probably make Evie cry, yes and undoubtedly more than once. It was going to suck, but Ena just had to remember that training someone was infinitely better than being in an emergency with someone who was useless.
No one really seemed to be sure exactly what happened to Camp Halfblood. It seemed reasonable to believe that if someone or something wanted to hurt Greek Demigods that badly, they might attack again. Camp Jupiter wouldn’t fall, they were too well trained. All of the veterans would come out and help if they were really in trouble. Still if an emergency happened Ena didn’t want to be stuck protecting a bunch of useless demigods.
Ena really didn’t want to ruin her reputation as the scary child of Pluto by being helpful. Ena didn’t want to end up with a reputation for being nice. Yet she offered help and now it needed to be done. Fortunately it didn’t need to be done right now.
Evie said that at Camp Halfblood people mostly trained to improve the things they had the most talent for. The concept made sense to a point, but a great band or a bunch of artists won’t help when monsters come. Ena couldn’t help but wonder what they would have made her study as a child of Pluto. Stick her in a graveyard see if she could speak to ghosts or raise the dead. She was pretty sure she couldn’t do things like that, but she had never put much effort into trying. She greatly preferred her own skill with shadows to the idea of messing with the dead.
”Wait, so you can actually heal people with your hands?” Naturally Ena had heard of this power before, she knew a particularly gifted healer in her cohort. Ena had shoed Evie away when she had been trying to help her, because she assumed the girl couldn’t really help. Ena hated being fussed over, and to be honest she wasn’t big on people she didn’t know touching her. If Evie had a healing touch, that was a different story. ”Sorry if I pushed you away earlier, I didn’t know you could actually help, I just hate being babied. If you can magically heal me that would be fine.”
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A tentative smile crept over Evie's face as Ena assured her she was genuine about the training. "I could never hate you," the Greek demigod said, gentle conviction clear in her soft voice. And it was true; Evie was never one to hold grudges, or get angry, or get violent. Ena could show the complete worst side of herself, but as long as it didn't involve hurting animals or something like that, Evie wouldn't actually hate her. Maybe avoid her, or be scared of her, but not actually hate. Such a strong emotion was quite foreign to the younger girl, and she preferred it to stay that way. It was so negative and she had seen it ruin lives; for as long as she could, Evie would swear to never hate anyone, because it seemed to unnecessary and horrible.
Training would be quite painful for Evie, yes, but she was actually also quite genuinely worried about annoying or irritating Ena. Evie was not the quickest study when it came to fighting, violence, or any kind of combat, and Ena was clearly skilled considering she was in second cohort and had been at camp for a while. Just the fact that Ena hadn't completely keeled over helpless when a broadsword hit her showed her strength as far as Evie was concerned. The Greek disliked disappointing anyone, and she had a feeling Ena would be far more likely to hate her than Evie was to hate Ena. Perhaps she should get Aiden to pre-train her, just so she was actually capable of the complete basics so as to not make Ena regret offering to train her. Satisfied with her idea and next plan of action, Evie resolved to speak with Aiden at dinner and bring up the training.
Evie's fingers fiddled nervously as Ena decided to pick up on that part of the conversation, the Greek demigod nervous again. Her healing power was inconsistent, maybe she shouldn't have said anything after all, especially not in the infirmary of all places? People would expect her to be able to actually heal patients, right? That was a phenomenally bad idea. Sure enough, Ena brought up having Evie heal her, and Evie felt her anxiety rise at the prospect of trying to heal a Roman. If she got this wrong, she would never be able to live it down and she would probably even be kicked out of camp.
Swallowing convulsively, Evie smiled shakily at the Roman girl, disregarding the apology. "No, that's okay, I should have let the healer take primary." And she really should have, anyway, considering she was only supposed to be assisting. Flexing her fingers, Evie brought her hands hesitantly closer to Ena, scooting closer so that she could reach over Ena's forehead more comfortably. Please don't go wrong, please don't go wrong. Father, please claim me. Taking a deep breath, Evie said, "It doesn't work all the time, but I'll try my best." Closing her eyes and concentrating, Evie searched within herself for something, anything, some imaginary string she could pull or button she could click or switch she could flip. Wasn't it usually something like that in books? A small furrow appeared between her brows as she continued to search, praying for her father to help her, hoping she could be of some assistance to the demigod in front of her.
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