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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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.
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] Ena didn’t like to complete, she liked to win. When the Camp Olympics was announced she knew she had to sign up for something, but the question of what hadn’t been quite as simple. Ena was a good fighter but she wasn’t exceptional, she knew there was no way she could win running against children of Mercury, and that left just one event open to her. The chariot race was going to be Ena’s event.
Ena wasn’t particularly good with horses. They were skittish by nature and Ena had a tendency to make everything around her scared when she got angry. As soon as she had heard the event was happening she had spent all of her extra time training with her team of horses. She wasn’t particularly gifted when it came to construction or design. Her chariot design was simple, sturdy enough to withstand a few blows but light enough for the horses to move quickly. Ena had called in a favor with a child of Vulcan in the second cohort to try and make her chariot as sturdy as possible. Her plan on winning came down to one thing and one thing only, her powers.
The chariot race was the one event where anything was allowed, and Ena intended to make full use of it. As a child of Pluto Ena had a unique power, she could manipulate shadows and give them physical form. Her plan was simple use the shadows beneath each of her competitors chariots to try and stop their wheels. Ideally she would pull on the wheels hard enough to throw chariots off course, break wheels and axels, and generally speaking cause chaos. Of course all of this was easier said than done. She could manipulate the shadows on a moving target, but she would have to take out competitors one at a time. Not to mention, she would also have to avoid the attacks her fellow competitors. In a field where so many had outfitted their chariots with all sorts of devious gadgets it was hard to know exactly what would happen. She had kept her plans for victory to herself, she could only assume the others were doing the same.
She paced back and fourth trying to think of various scenarios as she prepared for the chariot race. She had tried to learn as much as she could about her competitors, but that didn’t mean a whole lot. Outside of her cohort her powers weren’t widely known in the camp, she had to assume this was true of her competitors. Ena wanted that laurel wreath bad. She heard someone approaching and didn’t bother to look up and see who it was. ”What do you want.” she asked clearly annoyed to be interrupted like this.
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Another round of racing, another set of demigods laying possibly their lives on the line for the sake of glory. Already, Mila had seen a chariot flip over, a few broken limbs bent the other way, and a little too much blood for so early in the morning. It had made her feel a bit sick inside, especially seeing the younger ones racing against more experienced - and sometimes Roman - demigods, but she knew she would only be doing good work by being out on the field herself, refereeing. At the very least, she could catch any cheaters; at the very most, she might be able to save a life. It was rather fatalistic of her to be thinking of the worst possible scenario considering this was supposed to be just a game, but the chariot races at Camp Half-Blood had already been filled with disaster waiting to happen, it was only going to be all the worse at Camp Jupiter.
Oreius, of course, had been completely unfazed by everything. He liked to tell her it was because he was a godly being, to which she had lightly flicked a finger against his withers and told him to get his head straight. Godly being. Sometimes she didn't know if her father had cursed her or blessed her with such a sassy and smart-mouthed, hoofed, winged friend-slash-protector. He ruffled his wings now as Mila returned them to the finish line, his gait slow and smooth and not at all in a rush. He could probably tell his rider was still feeling a bit dismayed from the last round and was needing a few moments of peace.
They were just about to bypass one of the chariots lined up when a demigod acknowledged them with an unwelcome, close-ended question. Oreius snorted at the attitude, but Mila only patted him calmly. The Greek demigod must have taken the Roman by surprise - for she was surely a Roman. Mila had taken care to get to know at least more faces from the Greek camp since they'd all been made to share barracks together, and also because they were all that they had now. Despite the Roman's attitude, Mila was content to give her a pass for now. The other girl must have just been feeling the stress, and while Mila couldn't empathise, she could at the very least sympathise.
"Nothing," was Mila's reply, no trace of sass or sarcasm in her tone. She would have offered some kind words about the chariot race being nothing to worry about - even though it was plenty to worry about - but that was best saved for people who might appreciate it. Romans for sure would not appreciate any kind of sympathy, especially from a Greek like her.
The daughter of Poseidon turned her gaze to the chariot by the demigod, clearly the vehicle she would be driving later. It was simple, sturdy, not a lot of places where tricks could be hiding, although Mila wouldn't be surprised if the chariot was just as nifty as any child of Hermes' or Hephaestus'. The horses, at least, weren't too shifty or nervous, all of them calm and still looking straight ahead despite Oreius' strutting by them. They did have one ear pricked back to listen in on their conversation, though, and Oreius at the very least was gladly giving them something to listen to.
The sound of a whistle caught Mila's attention, and she spotted the familiar sign for getting ready. With a sigh, she turned Oreius back the way they'd come. "Good luck in the race today," she said, smiling slightly. A peace offering, an olive branch extended. She didn't have to go too far, only a few paces, the demigod's chariot to her right as it stood at her end of the lineup. As the drivers got onto their chariots, Mila leaned lower against Oreius, ready for the pegasus to bolt at the same time as the competitors.
Nothing? In Ena’s experience when someone answered a question with nothing they usually meant something other than nothing. Her eyebrow arched up as she attempted to figure out exactly what it was she wanted. Ena studied the woman who had spoken to her. She was blond, Ena felt fairly certain she had never seen her before, and most interesting of all she was riding a Pegasus.
They had said only regular horses were allowed in the chariot race. Ena probably would have seen if someone could hook her up with Hades hounds if alternate animals were allowed in the race. She had never actually seen a hellhound and had no idea if she had any affinity with them, but the idea of having a chariot pulled by hellhounds was undeniably badass. In any case, if this woman was riding on top of Pegasus then she must not be a competing today. That was really all that mattered, not that it was exactly impossible for someone to interfere even if they weren’t competing.
The whistle blew signaling for everyone to get in place. Ena felt like a bundle of raw nerves. They weren’t just preparing for a race, they were preparing for battle. Adrenaline was flowing and Ena was bracing herself for a real fight. This was going to be ugly she had to be prepared for anything, and if she wanted to win she had to be prepared to do anything.
And then the Pegasus girl said good luck?
”Oh? Uh, .... thanks” Ena said mildly confused. She did not expect niceness from anyone right now. She would have been thoroughly prepared if someone had insulted her. Ena had a mouth on her and excelled in the art of trash talk. Not to mention, being genuinely angry at the competition made it a whole lot easier to destroy them. Was this some attempt to mess with her? She was probably being paranoid it was impossible to know right now.
Ena shook off the friendly gesture and took her place on her chariot, one hand on the reigns the other on her sword. She looked left and right sizing up her competitors. It was easy to pick out the Haepheastus/ Vulcan kid, they had the giant chariot. She wasn’t even sure she wanted to know all of the nasty tricks built into that thing. Ena recognized a child of Bellona from the third cohort, she felt fairly sure she understood the type of threat to expect from that one. She wished she had been able to walk around and get a close up look at all of the chariots but she would see what they could do easily enough.
She reminded herself to stay calm. Her plan worked best if she was able to hang back a bit and let her competitors take each other out first. She took a deep breath and waited for the signal. Block out the cheers of the crowd, block out the fear, just get ready fight.
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And then they were off, and Mila focused on the task ahead of her, Every race lasted far too long in her opinion, and aside from keeping up with them, she needed to keep her eyes peeled for any cheating or any serious injuries. She wasn't the only referee for the race, of course, because there would be no way in heck only one demigod would be able to accurately referee groups of five chariots all thundering down the track and trying to push each other off with weapons or powers. She was lucky no one so far had really used a lot of their powers, it had been a lot more relying on their chariots or their weapons - abilities probably used too much focus and effort, both of which were hard to get by when you had people on all sides trying to knock you off. Once again, Mila was thankful she wasn't actually participating.
Oreius' powerful body surged forwards, galloping alongside the Roman girl's chariot for a few metres before spreading his wings and taking off into the air. From her vantage point, Mila could already see a couple of demigods boxing another one, working together for the moment to put the third behind them. To her annoyance, it had been a Greek camper being pushed behind, but Mila hoped they'd be able to take the momentary loss, surge forwards later on when the bloodbath at the front was done, then thunder on into victory. She resolved to keep an eye on the flag, looking behind her momentarily to remember the colour and insignia even as Oreius kept pace with the front of the herd.
Her momentary lapse of focus costed her a second of missing whatever had happened between the two chariots that had worked together before, but with a loud bang, the one on the right had one wheel snapped cleanly in half and it hobbled over to the side of the racetrack - Mila could see its driver aiming an arrow for the first chariot but the other driver ducked and it missed him by a few inches. The first driver was now aiming for the chariot of the Roman girl, both of them nearly slamming together as they reached the first turn of the racetrack. Oreius banked hard, his wings spread straight on either side of them as his legs cantered in the air, Mila's blonde hair streaming behind her and at one point getting into her face - the daughter of Poseidon raised a hand hastily to pull her hair out of her eyes, the blue orbs locked determinedly on the two chariots at the front of the pack.
Time seemed to be moving too fast and too slow at the same time as Ena attempted to take it all in. As planned she hesitated at the sound of the start, let her competitors go after one another. There was the rumbling of wheels on dirt, the thundering of hooves, and the clash of metal striking metal.
Any hope of strategy soon flew out of the window in the midst of so much chaos. Right now it was about trying to keep moving forward, no more no less. Swerve to avoid the toppled chariot. An arrow whizzed by her she heard it and leaned away at the last second. The arrow cut a stinging line across her cheek. Ena couldn’t let a small wound like that distract her. The first turn was coming up and she needed to focus on safely navigating the course. Keep focused keep going forward.
Her body jolted to the side as her chariot clashed against the chariot belonging to a child of Bellona. He let out a battle roar as he swung his sword attempting to cut the reigns on Ena’s chariot. She slid he sword in just quickly enough to make sure they didn’t get cut. They exchanged blows, he was unnaturally strong but Ena was holding her own till she felt a whip wrap itself around her wrist causing her to drop her sword. She spared a glance behind her at the person who had used the whip. There was no time she would have to deal with him later.
Now that she was unarmed she would have to get creative. She yanked the the reigns pulling her horses away from the child of Bellona, once she had a little distance she pushed right back into them pushing the chariot off balance. She looked at the narrow space in between the chariots and extended a hand calling out to the shadows. A black tentacle of shadow pulled up from the ground and slammed into the side of the already off balance chariot helping to tip it over onto its side.
Ena smiled triumphantly as she sped away from the scene of the accident. She had a lot of laps to go and a lot more trouble to cause. She may have lost her sword but she was far from defenseless.
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Because her eyes had been fixed on the Roman girl's chariot, she had seen every event that happened in the space of thirty seconds - the lost sword, the whip, the attack, the second rush at the other Roman demigod's chariot. Then there something strange happening, like a weird shiver going up Mila's spine despite her distance from the others. And then she saw it, the strange dance of the shadows, obviously different and clearly manipulated despite the tangled forest of moving darkness as the chariots and their drivers and horses maneuvered expertly around the field. Mila saw the Roman girl had had her arm outstretched, and the shadows attack the other chariot, so clearly they were her doing, and that was when it clicked that the Roman girl was clearly some child of an Underworld god. Considering the strength of the umbrakinesis as the other chariot toppled to the side, Mila would guess the Roman girl was a child of none other than Hades. She would definitely be one to keep an eye out for - not for dirty tricks or cheats, but because her power had more potential to cause a lot of havoc.
As the Roman girl sped on, clear path ahead of her, Oreius shifted suddenly to the side with an indignant and ringing whinny - a wayward spiked flail from a scuffle behind her had missed its intended target and had flown haphazardly into the air towards her. Mila looked behind her and noticed the Greek chariot had caught up with another two and they were all now trying to knock each other off. She glanced at the Hades girl's chariot and she seemed she'd be fine for a bit longer, so Mila pulled Oreius up a little so they were now flying above the knot of chariots.
She had just gotten into a comfortable vantage spot were she could see the Roman girl in the horizon while keeping her main gaze on the three right below her when a bolt of magic rebounded off a shield and slammed into her side. Oreius had to careen sideways again, this time away from the being directly above the chaos. Ears ringing from the use of audiokinesis, obviously meant to debilitate its target's senses, Mila's eyes were watering from the impact on her eardrums. Oreius was yelling at her, asking if she needed to pull out, but she wouldn't back out of her responsibility, not now. The pegasus snapped one last snarky remark at her before pulling them back into the action, the Greek chariot now gaining on the Roman girl as it left the other two behind him locked together by the wheels. Teeth gritted and lips turned down in a scowl, Mila wiped away the reflex tears and concentrated again on the race.
The chariot race was a notoriously brutal event and it seemed to Ena that mud had of the competition had already been thinned out. Sure there were a number of laps left to go. It was possible for someone that someone could fix up their chariot and renter the race, but catching up would be a near impossible task. Hopefully a few competitors had decided to sit the rest of the race out. Less people meant less chaos. Of course, less people also meant she was more likely to be singled out and targeted by someone.
She made use of the clear track ahead trying her best to gain some ground in the race. Of course this was short lived. Instinctively Ena’s head turned as she heard a loud blast. It had to be some sort of sound based power, that or one of the Vulcan kids had finally created something scarier than a gun. Ena noticed as Pegasus girl seemed to be hit, she cringed a little. Being a referee was a tough job, they got some of the danger and none of the glory.
The blast of sound hit Ena. For a few seconds she was completely disoriented. Her anger at getting hit raised something within her. She had felt this a few times before, she had the ability to manipulate fear but she had no control over it. When Ena was angry or afraid the fear tended to spread to those around her. It was strong enough to make her intimidating to her fellow demigods, but it was more than enough to absolutely terrify horses. Her team of horses jumped and whinnied in fear some pulling to the side to try and escape from their harnesses. Ena had to get control of herself. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and attempted to reign in her anger. ”Calm down” she yelled at the horses utterly failing to use the smoothing tone she had wanted to use.
It took a minute or two of coaxing to get her horses back in order and running as a team again. More than enough time for a few chariots to overtake her. Now that she was behind she had a clear view of the chariots ahead of her. Coming from behind had been her plan from the beginning, she could do this she just had to stay calm and focus. She looked at the chariot in front of her and began to focus on the axel that connected the wheels of the chariot. She reached forward her arm extended with an open hand. The shadows beneath her opponent’s chariot began to come together. Ena closed her hand into a fist and the tentacle of shadow wrapped itself around the axel, she pulled her arm back and let out a grunt of effort. The chariot jerked backwards for a second alarming rider and horses alike. When the chariot began moving again something seemed off. If the axel had been made of wood Ena would have broken it, but the axel was metal she had bent it. A bent axel was still a real hinderance in the race. Her opponents chariot seemed to be moving much slower, the wheel wiggled, and there was an odd scraping noise every time the axel had to turn.
She overtook the chariot she had just attacked with ease. Now she just had to deal with her other opponents. The sun was shifting, and Ena hoped that soon shadows in the area would be more plentiful. Her time to dominate this heat of the chariot race was coming.
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Mila knew the fates and fortunes of the campers participating in the chariot race - and really, in any sort of game involving demigods - would always change quickly, what with everyone in the competition having preternatural abilities and powers. Considering these were the kids of gods lifted straight out of mythology, no one's destiny was ever set in stone, and in sports like these, things were always bound to be flipped a few times on its head, and it was always anyone's game.
And so it was that she wasn't entirely surprised to find the Roman girl, who had been in the lead just moments before, was now at the back of the pack as she had been affected by the wayward power, too. Mila's heart went out to the poor panicked horses, and if she could, she would have flown down in an instant to calm them; as it was, she could only watch from above and try to find them later, maybe give them a sneaky sugar cube or carrot for having to deal with today. To be quite honest, Mila was probably going to be hanging out as much as possible in the stables for a few days to try and give every horse some attention and compensation for having to drag chariots in a fight that wasn't theirs.
The daughter of Poseidon was flying just a little in front of the Roman girl, so it took Mila more than a few seconds to realise that one of the other chariots had been crippled. It was the one closest to the Roman girl, one wheel now loose and wobbling, much to the consternation of its driver. Mila couldn't help but smirk as the other girl pulled forwards at once, easily ditching her sidelined opponent; she knew she should probably be backing a fellow Greek - and the only one currently in this round - but Mila couldn't help herself from silently egging on the Roman girl to win. She didn't know what it was about her, perhaps her tenacity, perhaps partly the no-bull attitude Mila had sensed from their minute interaction together.
A glint of metal brought Mila's attention back to the two leading chariots as they both screeched around the second to last turn of the race. She watched with pain in her heart as the horses whinnied, their hooves scrabbling desperately in the loose sand of the hippodrome, kicking up dirt and causing chaos as their drivers locked together in a bitter fight. The panicked cries of the equines clashed horribly with the screech of metal and clang of weapons as the two lead chariots tried to eke the other out of the race. They were getting desperate now as the edge of the race loomed.
As the sun was briefly dimmed by a cloud, Mila fought to keep her eyes on the squabbling demigods, trying to see through their chaos to ensure neither of them was mortally wounded. It seemed as though the spokes of their wheels had gotten stuck to each other's, the two chariots hurtling forwards together like a large misshapen beast, the horses trying their best to keep going forward while clearly panicking about the combined weight and odd balance. Mila was so focused on them that she had briefly forgotten the Roman girl, and only re-included her in her calculating gaze as the other girl entered her field of vision once again, catching up with the other two.
Patience is a virtue. Honestly it was not one of the virtues that Ena usually exhibited very often. All the same sometimes it was best to wait for the opportune moment. When your two biggest rivals were busy taking each other out, that seemed like a perfect moment to hang back and wait. If one could successfully take out the other that would make things a lot easier for her.
She watched as the two chariots seemed almost tangled up together. Her shadows were strong but she didn’t think they would be quite strong enough to stop two teams of horses going at full speed she was going to have to be creative with this. The sun moved behind the clouds and shadows began to creep over the hippodrome. This was her moment she had to do something before the opportunity passed.
She made a shadows lift off the ground again. She wrapped it around the legs of the demigod driving closest to the wall. She closed the loop around his legs quickly and pulled back attempting to pull him from the chariot. He held onto the reigns for dear life tugging them backwards. He held on for a few seconds. being dragged behind the chariot before letting go. The horses had been trained to recognize that was a sign to stop. This wasn’t exactly what Ena had been going for, but it worked. Ena dropped her shadows, And steered clear of the two chariots that had been in the lead as she raced towards the finish line.
The two chariots were still tangled together and when the one team of horses stopped it also slowed down the other chariot. The finish line in sight Ena focused all of her energy on her goal. A sudden jolt of pain hit her and she cried out as a knife lodged itself in the back of her thigh. She glanced behind her to see that her remaining competition had thrown it. No doubt in an attempt to slow her down, he seemed to be making real progress recovering and untangling himself from the other chariot.
She couldn’t let this be the end. Tears were streaming down her face, the pain in her thigh was almost unbearable. She just had to hold it together till she crossed that line. Ena let out a howl of pain and anger as she urged her horses over the last hundred yards to the finish line. Relief washed over her as she crossed the finish line.
She had just barely won this heat of the chariot race. There was still a knife sticking out of her leg for goodness sakes. She was going to need to get Noah to help her with this. She was pretty sure he had said it was best to leave things in if you were stabbed but as she limped off of the chariot Ena was unable to resist the urge to pull it out. Somewhere in the back of her mind she was aware that the crowd was cheering but she was having difficulty thinking of anything other than her leg.
She had no idea how she was going to manage in the next heat of the chariot race.
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She was smart, Mila had to give her that, although the daughter of Poseidon had had no doubt about that from the start. She always tried hard to not make snap judgements about people from a first meeting, especially as short as the one they'd had, but Mila liked to think part of her job as cabin leader was to try to understand other demigods. Sometimes this meant figuring out their personality based on a first meeting, especially if those demigods were in panic mode about the new lives they would be living. It meant trying to be a sympathetic person, but not in a way that would deemed as patronising - it meant trying to be an older sister to the younger kids, but not to older ones. It meant trying to gauge boundaries or how best to tackle issues that arose, it meant trying to read and understand how a person worked. Mila had pegged the Roman girl as a go-getter from the moment they'd talked to each other, and so Mila wasn't surprised in the least that the other girl had hung back specifically to allow the other two chariots to become distracted by their own squabble.
Mila was hoping for a somewhat clean round, and she was mentally urging on the girl to squeeze past the others so she could win and the whole affair would be over for the next few minutes. But even Mila could tell from her vantage point that the margin for error was too great to risk it - what she hadn't expected was for the driver of one of the chariots to fall bodily and hold on to the reins as he tried to stay in his vehicle. Mila's eyebrows furrowed as she fought to concentrate, trying to understand how that had happened, when she saw the odd shadows on the demigod's legs. It might have just been a trick of the light...
But before the daughter of Poseidon could ponder on it longer, the Roman girl seized her chance and pushed her horses on, her targeted chariot acting as an anchor weight for the other. Mila winced again at the sound of the horses confused and panicked thoughts as the reins pulled back on them, while the other demigod's horses were just as confused and panicked about the change of weight again. Mila had been so focused on them and ensuring that neither the horses nor the demigods had been too badly injured, that she had missed a dagger flying after the Roman girl as she sped on ahead.
It was only when the race was called that Mila sought out the winner. The dagger looked like it was in deep - nothing too serious, considering daggers in bodies were the least of Mila's problems this morning. That was, until the Roman girl did the not-smart thing and actually pulled it out. Gritting her teeth, Mila directed Oreius' descent in the Roman girl's direction, alighting from the pegasus' back the moment his hooves touched the ground. In one smooth movement, she had reached out to support the Roman girl, saying lowly but urgently, "Come on, let's get you to the medics." Luckily for both of them, there was a medic station set up just to the side of the hippodrome - as the bloodiest of the games on offer, it obviously made sense to have healers within the immediate vicinity.
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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.
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