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.
Claire was in a state of both confusion as everything had happened. She vaguely heard the words her her winning, not a true win it was by default. Though that was probably the least of her worries. She could see nothing but black aside from the stars dancing in her vision from the pain. She heard shuffling and complaining but was unaware of what was happening.
She hadn't even seen Castor rush over only aware he was there by his voice. "Can't see..." she said slightly panicked. There was sense of fear in her voice. Something one never seen come from her. She always played the tough card and hid behind its walls. She had always built walls to hide emotions from others but in her vulnerable state they had been torn down. Here she was not actually showing fear. She winced as he helped her to her feet and out of the ring. She hated this feeling of being weak and vulnerable.
Though as much as she wanted to push Castor away and say she was fine she knew well enough she wasn't. She couldn't see though slowly it was waring off. Or maybe it was the pain she was unsure. She sure hoped Jax didn't find out about this. So much for proving herself just as great as first cohort and her half brother. There was so many things she felt at the moment. Vulnerability, anger embarrassment and weak. She hated herself for even letting that happen. As though she could defend herself from magic. That didn't stop Claire from being angry at herself.
As they exited the ring vision however slowly beginning to return to her. She held blindly to Castor. For a moment she needed to just sit and catch her breath. She asked for him to help her to one of the benches. Once sitting she took a deep shaky breath. Her good arm raising her hand to brush over her eyes hoping it would help with the blurriness she was seeing. It didn't though so it was safe to assume only time would.
[attr="class","THREAD1TAG"] WORDS (optional) Castor Boyd
Claire seemed to give a nod at Castors comment. She had never though of insulting his appearance to get an edge on Jax. The idea was a great one nonetheless. "I will definitely have to keep that one in mind of course" she responded to him. She wondered if in a spar if it would work. Didn't hurt to give it a try of course. It would most likely be that she gained a small edge or that it just him angrier. The next spar she planned to give it a try. Though Castor seemed relieved about not having to chase her around camp at night.
Claire didn't hate the Greeks. She dislike a portion of them but not really sure on the reasoning behind it entirely. Maybe it was a worry bout what they might do or cause. Or maybe it was the lack of trust Of course she would never openly admit it to Castor. She would be lying if she wasn't worried about him seeing a Greek. Of course in the end it was his choice.
The relationship conversation never came up. Mostly out of Claire's fear of love. She didn't want to break down those wall she had created. The very things holding her back. She only nodded as he spoke to her, "Oh trust me I know where you are" she said to him. It was so difficult to talk about and think about let alone share it with him. She was unsure what to tell him. "I just...don't know where to start when it comes to relationships. I know weapons better than I do people.
[attr="class","THREAD1TAG"] WORDS (optional) Castor Boyd
Claire had been lost in her thoughts when the sudden voice startled her. Instinctively she turned quickly reaching for her dagger. Her dark hair whipping around while her blue eyes looked around for the source. Though when realizing it wasn't any threat she relaxed an put her dagger away. It took a lot to startle Claire as usually she was very aware of her surroundings. The very fact he had managed to even sneak up on her and startle her only showed more that she wasn't herself. Few ever seen her like this.
Her blue gaze turned to see Cameron. She was at least glad it was a fellow cohort member and not someone like Jax. Certainly Jax would tease her about it. "I... sorry didn't hear you coming…" she said apologetically. She really had no reason to be apologizing. She rubbed the back of her head and thought over his statement.
"Sure why not…." She said to him. She motioned for him to have a seat beside her. She didn't often talk to Cam but when she did he was always very nice. He was definitely a type of person you wanted to be around. Though suddenly realizing she had no idea where to start. Her thoughts were everywhere in that moment. "You know I honestly have no idea where to start" she admitted. Claire really was off her game. If this vulnerable state she was in didn't scream that she wasn't sure what did.
[attr="class","THREAD1TAG"] WORDS (optional) Cameron Seager
Claire shook her head slightly at him. He was Greek and she knew well enough he would understand it. For them fighting was a life style. It was their job to serve the legion and be strong. Being weak was no option here. Besides she had taken a beating before during war games or with Jax. So a headache and some small pain her side wasn't going to kill her. "You wouldn't understand...besides I have dealt with far worse" she said. She was kidding a few times Jax hand landed a harsh blow. After all she had broken his nose the last spar. Claire held no ill regard for the Greeks but they certainly weren't her favorites.
When he asked the question her serious tone remained. He had ruined her good mood and probably would remain that way until she could get out of the here. "I never lost consciousness. Maybe a little dizziness" she noted to him. She almost carried a bore tone as told him. She was just eager to get out of here. Claire didn't like to admit she was vulnerable so this whole coming here was not fun. But a few friends had urged her to go anyway. When he asked about pain she gave a light shrug. "A small amount of pain near my ribs and a headache" she told him.
Claire looked around the room not caring too much to keep her attention on him but she still listened to him. The sooner she was out of here the better she would feel. She leaned back on her hands and waited to see what he would say. She was still a bit shocked they trusted the Greek healers in to help. Of course today there wasn't too much of a choice. There would be a lot of injuries today.
Claire smiled with amusement at the other legionnaire twirling the spear. Definitely was showing off but didn't seem to really appear to help them prepare for the real event. Hopefully Claire could use her skills with a spear to help her in the event. Her attention however returned to Espen as he spoke to her. She was shocked he was just participating in the one event. Many Romans were eager to take part in everything. "Just this one?" she asked with slight curiosity.
Claire had her own smirk playing on her lips as he asked about what she was going to be participating in. "Yep chariot racing and weapons combat" she said. Claire was not one to show off like some of her siblings. Simply she was just very excited for the events. She also looked forward to her chance to prove herself. Then again as a daughter of Mars it probably wasn't even shocking.
She ran her fingers through her dark hair calmly. Her blue gaze looking to Espen. Though on occasion she would look around when people starting cheering or got loud for one reason or another. Though her attention always returned back to him. Where most would be practicing or warming up she didn't really see too much of a need to do so. She trained daily and had stretched earlier in the day.
[attr="class","THREAD1TAG"] WORDS (optional) Espen Bekker
Claire stood her Spatha in hand wearing light armor that matched her opponents. Her hairs was tied back in a simple ponytail. She was in a ready stance waiting to retaliate her opponents next move. It had been going on for a bit and she was already pretty bruised and cut up. Of course that didn't mean she was going to give up so easily. Her opponent was tiring, they were a child of Trivia. Though Claire growing impatient charged in only for the opponent to use magic. Powers was illegal in the fights so it threw her off.
Claire had been blinded and seen nothing but darkness. From there they took advantage slamming an elbow into her ribs and swinging their own Spatha down creating a cut down her arm. Still blinded Claire stumbled back falling to the floor. She was gasping in attempt to catch her breath from the blow. Had she been able to catch her breath she would of been cursing. She blinked blindly as she waited for whatever spell was over. She could feel the searing pain in her harm but still once the darkness began fading she tried to get up and continue fighting. Though she found herself sinking back into a sitting position holding her arm. Stars danced in her vision as the adrenaline that had previously coursed through her body began to fade.
Claire was not only pissed at being defeated but she was angry with feeling vulnerable. She was irritated because she had lost due to someone using powers when they shouldn't. What had she done to deserve that? She had never started anything with the Trivia kids, and for good reason. So to say the least Claire was in a terrible mood now. Her blue eyes closed as she tried to calm herself before she went off in a rage.
Claire had definitely underestimated some of the Vulcan kids during the race. In a no limits race they certainly took full advantage. She knocked around a lot once or twice nearly being thrown from the chariot. Nothing life threatening had happened to her which was good. Scrapes, a few cuts, plenty of bruises and one Hades of a headache. Claire was no stranger to the infirmary and she had been in here for much worse, More or less after spars with her half siblings, usually Jax. This was probably nothing, maybe if worst came to it a mild concussion. Definitely not enough to slow her down.
Though waiting to be seen mad her restless the attitude of the one treating foiled her otherwise calm and so far good attitude. She gave a light roll of her eyes as he commented. "Wouldn't call it idiotic..." she said to him as he shined the light in her face. She ran her fingers through her hair that was now unbraided and fell over her shoulders. "If you really wanna know it was chariot racing" she noted. Her one mood not so calm any more. It was serious and a tad stern.
Claire was the type of person to not baby her injuries. Often playing them off as nothing. Noah corrected her in that one time during training. Claire tried to be tough and not look weak. She hated the vulnerable feeling. Even more so when first cohort teased her. She tried not to let it bug her but though she didn't snap at them and pick a fight she certainly remembered what they said. She had hoped maybe the Olympics could change something. A way to prove herself to them.
Claire was definitely competitive, usually when it came to proving herself to Jax. The two could get fairly rough during spars. Though did enjoy winning and fighting. She was taking part in the chariot racing later on but right now it was spear throwing. She made her way over calmly. Claire worked with spears often so it was far from unfamiliar. between that and the natural ability of using weapons when they were in her hands.
She made her way over her gaze looking over to Espen as he seemed to pick out a spear as well. She grabbed one after looking them over quickly. "Hey...participating as well?" she asked. She kind of figured but was trying to be nice. As competitive as she could be she still had a gentle side to her. She had seen him around camp being he was from first cohort. She came up beside him as she watched as other began their turns.
Most might feel anxious or nervous when participating in big events. Claire wasn't one of them. In fact she was more than eager to go. Especially later when it came down to the chariot race. Something about the excitement the competition gave was fun. It was definitely a rush.
[attr="class","THREAD1TAG"] WORDS (optional) Espen Bekker
Few things ever troubled Claire, and it took a lot to get under her skin. Somehow Castor's words to her in the stables at really given her something to think about. Yet now here she sat beside the river. She was weaponless except for her dagger but she wasn't training like she often was. She stared at the water rushing past her silently. Her knees pulled up to her chest as she ignored everything around her in that moment. Why had it bothered her so much? Most likely because they were true.
A part of Claire never thought about the future after her service to the legion. She had shut herself out to love, mainly out of fear of it. She had never had luck with relationships not that anyone would have known. Few knew how Claire felt beneath the tough girl exterior she had built around herself. A wall of defense but also a wall that traps the emotion inside. She never let it crack for she feared showing weakness in front of others.
Now more than ever she had been letting his words set in. What were her plans? Why didn't she search for something meaningful? She didn't know where to start however. Castor said the years went by quick and what if she had made this choice to late. There was a sense of doubt inside her. Her dark hair blew into her face like a a veil. Hiding the emotions that played on face.
So silently she sat there unaware of her surroundings. Her thoughts lost to the many that swirled around in her head. If any approached she was unaware.
Claire gave him a glare as he seemed to mock her. She had certainly been through worse than a cut. Especially when it came to sparring with Jax. The two never went easy on each other one of them or both of them ending up in the infirmary sometimes. Claire could take a beating for sure but she knew at this point there was no way around this. Noah had noticed and there was certainly no getting out it now. Though that didn't mean she would look defeated. "Been through worse than a cut...trust me with Jax definitely can take a beating" she stated.
Claire stood there in front of him arms crossed over her chest. There was a slightly irritated look in her eyes but was no way ready to snap. Any other one of her sibling would have probably gone off on Noah. Claire held at least some degree of restraint. There was no reason to waster her breath or energy over some stupid thing. Besides one way or another Noah didn't show any sign of backing down. Even as he went to pretend to poke her she didn't budge. Simply her blue gaze was locked on him.
"Fine you win...but I am telling you it really doesn't bother me" she admitted. She figured the best way to get the child of Apollo off her case was give in. Didn't mean she would throw in the towel so easily. She still showed little emotion on her face. Not even one of defeat or pain. Though as she finally wasn't constantly training and the adrenaline was wearing off the pain was slowly emerging.
[attr="class","THREAD1TAG"] WORDS 274 Noah Solberg
Claire couldn't help but laugh when he told her to go easy. "That just isn't our style. I am determined to beat him eventually" she said with a light shrug. Of course for Claire there was more to camp than just training. Not that one could tell because often that was what she was doing. To her she could think more clearer when training alone. Plus oftentimes it kept her from punching someone who made her angry. "I mean no...maybe, I don't know...there are other things. I guess training just keeps me focused and helps me clear my head. Besides its better than me getting up to know good. One less demigod for you to be chasing around" she told him. She let out a light hearted laugh.
Claire couldn't help but laugh at his comments about the girl. She had neve heard him so head over heels for someone. "Man Castor she really has you head over heels. Never seen you like this before" she teased lightly. She meant nothing by it of course. Simply it was nice seeing him happy. She looked up to Castor and would always be there for him.
Though his next comment certainly had her thinking. She had always put the legion first maybe more than she cared to admit to. Besides she was never good at relationships. She had a few throughout high school and one or two here, none of them had ended well. Maybe she was cautious or scared. Though Claire would never openly say she was scared. "I don't know...can't say I have had much luck with relationships..." she said. That or those she liked often were already taken but she wasn't going to tell him that. Her blue gaze looked to him as his tone became more serious. "I know but sometimes its much easier putting the legion first or wielding a blade than it is to talking to someone you like..." she told him. Claire dropped her gaze from his and continued to brush the unicorn in long slow strokes.
Following the training session she offered to help Jax to the infirmary. She hadn't intended to break his nose but when they got into sparring they tended to get rather rough. It was their way of testing each other and pushing each other. Claire liked the opportunity to be pushed a bit farther when it came to her training. It made her think and have to analyze if she was to win the spar. Though against Jax many of those ended up in losses.
She was still in her armor and had grabbed her things prior to heading with him to the infirmary. Hopefully someone was around to give them a hand. Claire couldn't simply just leave him to head there himself. After all it was her fault for it happening. Not that sometimes he didn't deserve it. In the end he was her brother and she cared for him not that she ever would openly admit to it.
Entering the infirmary she glanced around to have a look around for anyone. She led Jax over to an empty bed. She had been in here far too many times than she cared to admit. Most times she brushed things off as though they were nothing because she hated seeming weak especially in front of others. She let a light sigh escape her lips as she ran her fingers through her dark hair. Her blue eyes once more returning to look at Jax. She doubted he was very happy with the outcome. She would deal with the consequences of that late if it came to it.
Claire had figured the moment he had her on the ground that was what he was going to do. It was certainly given due to the size advantage. She could certainly take a hit as she had taken a few blows without armor, though most times they could leave a few bruises. It made her even more grateful however to be wearing armor. And here he thought it was silly. Certainly without it the fight would have all but been over with by now. A blow to her stomach would certainly have the wind knocked out of her lungs. Though when he seemed to fall for her little defeated act she only smirked slyly as she wrestled with him.
Claire was often the type to fight until either she couldn't get back up or she won. Despite it being training she always had that mentality. She never wanted to be a loser and certainly neither did Jax. When her strike with her knee failed she only fought harder. She was determined more than ever to beat him. He claimed she couldn't and she wanted to prove him wrong. She was sure if she tallied her wins and losses against him there were more losses. Just because she was fourth cohort didn't mean she couldn't beat him. Maybe there was less of a chance but certainly not impossible.
She knew the moment she hit him that she had broken his nose. Though she hadn't intended to him him that hard, simple enough to gain the upper hand and hopefully free herself from him. The moment her rolled off and sat up she got up. Of course it wasn't like her didn't deserve it sometimes for being an arrogant gluteus maximus, not that she would ever say it loud. Maybe if they were lucky it would knock him down a peg or two.
Though in the end he was still her half sibling. "You almost had me there" she said. She extended her hand to offer him a hand up off the ground. She didn't mind helping him to the infirmary. After all it was her fault his nose was broken. She was sure he would get her back for that eventually. "I can walk with you to the infirmary if you would like, don't need you passing out or anything on your way there" she said. Though slightly teasing her words were genuine. Though spars between them could be rough and he could be a gluteus maximus she still cared, she wasn't heartless.
"Besides I always have time to hang out with a friend. If I trained every hour of the day certainly I would have collapsed by now. Especially after training with Jax" she said. She gave him a smile as she worked on grooming the unicorn carefully. She was well aware of how hectic things had become. If she wasn't training she was running messages back and forth. "Oh trust me I know...sometimes I am running message after message. Can be exhausting running from one side of camp to the other" she told him. She didn't mind the job it often got her out of digging trenches which was nice.
A grin played on her face when he said it was a Greek who he had a date with. She found it interesting as some Romans couldn't stand the Greeks. "Well that certainly is interesting...how did she manage to catch your attention?" she asked. She didn't mind the Greeks. They didn't have anywhere else to go that was safe. Of course tensions were rising but they had to deal with it as best they could. "Definitely weird not to say Cohort as that is all we have truly known to say" she noted.
"Oh please like I don't think I have caught anyone's attention..." she said with a laugh. What she said was truthful though she joked about it. She hadn't met anyone who had caught her eye and she was unaware if she had caught anyone's eye. Maybe it was because she was always training and didn't give herself the luxury to actually loosen up like that.
A light curse escaped her when he dropped down on top of her. Maybe it hadn't have been the smartest idea. In the moment it had seemed like a good idea to get him on the ground again but clearly it hadn't worked. Though she was glad she had armor. His blow to her ribs would have certainly led to her ultimate loss in the fight. But she was still at a disadvantage. He was larger than she was. Though she still had her dagger in hand. "Maybe it was..." she said sounding defeated. Hopefully it would be enough to let his guard down thinking he had one. Certainly by now he thought he had one.
Claire needed to think carefully though if she was still going to stand a chance. She gripped her dagger and as they wrestled she tried to use her knee to hit him and at least create some sort of opening. In the meantime she attempted to bring her hand up and hit him in the face. It was a bold move being at a disadvantage but she had to try something.
Claire had no intention of giving in so easily to him now. She didn't give up until it was over. Hopefully one of her tactics would be enough to give her an edge. Even if it was the smallest chance she had to take it. She was still armed so it counted for something. he had to know that she wasn't going to give in so easily.
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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.
WORDS (optional) Castor Boyd 
WORDS (optional) Castor Boyd 
