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!
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She had stopped for a grand total of thirty seconds to adjust the strap of her bag so it fit more comfortably against her back - she wouldn't have time to do that when she was on the road and what if it slipped off in the middle of a fight? No, it had to be sorted out now. Apparently, those few seconds had been enough for someone to find her. As she heard footsteps behind her, Shana gritted her teeth and prayed to any god or goddess who might hear her to please let whichever unlucky demigod had crossed her path to continue on their merry way and not even stop to question who she was and what she was doing there.
Of course, as luck would have it, the demigod behind her called out to her, and it took the briefest moment for the voice to register in her brain. Because of course her luck would have it that the person who would just happen to catch her when she was trying to escape was Az. The blood chilled under her skin, contrasting with the sudden bloom of heat across her face as the daughter of Demeter mentally went through all her possible choices. She could run ahead; Az had obviously mistaken her identity - let's ignore the flash of irritation that he apparently couldn't recognise her from the back. Or she supposed she could... there were no other options and no more time.
She heard him start to introduce himself just as she turned around, and the look of shock on his face would have been comical if she hadn't been so stressed and irritated. It was like he had physically walked into a wall and had even rocked back into a halt, a few steps away from her. The question about a quest confused her, but Shana's quick mind went through the new options in front of her. If she said no, Azriel in all his Roman Holier Than Thou attitude might frog-march her back to camp, and not only would that be embarrassing, but it might also get one or both of them in the infirmary because Shana had no plans of going back to camp. Meanwhile, if she said yes, she could have a golden ticket out of camp - then lose him in the mortal world.
Mustering a smile as Shana forced herself to be somewhat friendly - if a bit wary - she re-adjusted bag with its adjusted straps, tilting her chin gamely. "Of course. You think I won't take the first opportunity to get out of camp?" It was hardly a lie - if she'd known of whatever quest he was going on, she would have done the very same thing anyway. Tilting her head sideways in the direction of the exit, she resumed her journey, hardly waiting for her new temporary companion. "Let's go, Quinn."
She'd had enough. It had been a struggle from the very first morning of her arrival at camp, when she'd come across Azriel fricking Quinn straight out of the infirmary, and then she had been expected to fall in line with the Roman lifestyle with no complaints. The daughter of Demeter was not having it. She had never been the type to submissively follow orders, and the bullying, uppity attitude the legionnaires had around Camp Jupiter were enough for Shana to call it quits on the whole thing. Maybe none of the other Greeks wanted to take their chance out in the mortal world, but Shana would not suffer the disrespect and indignity of being bossed around by the Romans. She was a normal demigod, thrust upon the middle of a fricking army, and expected to just deal with it with no kind of easing into it. No, Shana, you should be able to get up at 4AM every morning to go to pointless marching drills for hours and keep up with everyone else, then have enough energy to deal with a packed Mess Hall for breakfast, then hope that your muscles weren't completely wiped out to go train at Ludus, all at once. No rest breaks.
Shana would like to tell Camp Jupiter to frick all that, thank you.
It was probably not the smartest idea, but she was going. She'd stay with her father for a bit, then maybe just find somewhere else to stay with other, older demigods. They couldn't all be here in Camp Jupiter or in New Rome, right? She had heard somewhere along the grapevine about some sort of ranch with red cows or something. Come on, there had to be plenty of other places that she could find and stay, work a living with other demigods. Anything would be better than suffering through another round of aggressive Roman bullying.
And so that evening found Shana sneaking out of the Greek cohort barracks, the same ratty and travel-worn backpack from her previous journey across the country on her back, packed with the same things she had arrived with. She just had a few extra provisions to hopefully last as long as the journey to her father's last temporary stop, and then she could figure it out from there. Her lips were turned down at the corners in a determined grimace as she ducked around buildings and walked quickly towards the tunnel by which she had arrived, all those days ago, hopeful for a new home and a new life. Hey, maybe now that she was out of Camp Jupiter, Artemis would finally find her and offer her a place by her side. Small mercies.
It was... uneasy. This tense silence, filled with so many things unsaid. The very air was charged, and Shana didn't know what to do with it. She didn't even know why they were both so tense. Sure, they hadn't left on the kindest terms. Sure, he had offered her something very personal and valuable and she had - in essence, she could admit - rejected it. But didn't he understand that she had had no choice? She knew Azriel thought she had a choice, but for herself, it didn't feel that way at all. Turning her back on her goddess, on her lifelong dream, on her family, to take a chance at an unknown future with a boy she had known for a few weeks? It had never been a choice, and it irritated Shana beyond belief that he couldn't understand. It was all fine for him, he had known his whole life he was a demigod - he knew his place in the world, in New Rome.
For Shana, especially at that time, the whole demigods exist thing was unusual. She had known Artemis existed, but to have half-god, half-human children running around the world chasing monsters seemed so out of touch of her reality. All she had wanted was to travel, go hiking, exploring new places. She had never dreamed of joining his universe, for that was what it had felt like: a completely new solar system that existed at a separate plane from hers. While the adventurous side of her could have been curious about it, the fact that she had wanted to join Artemis meant she had to turn her back on the rest of the world. Shana had focused for so long with that on her mind that the idea of going with a boy to unknown territory for the rest of her life was unfathomable.
And then she found out she was a demigod herself, and it was fine because she had thought she had gotten one step closer. Perhaps that was what Artemis had meant when she had said Shana was not yet ready at eight years old - she had to find out about her true heritage, and she had to fulfill that part of her destiny first. Shana understood that. Even if she had found Azriel back then, she wouldn't have been able to go with him and turn her back on her lifelong dream. Why couldn't he understand that this was something she had needed to do and be since she was a kid?
It didn't matter. None of it mattered. Their history, their present, any kind of future they might have. They would never travel on the same path - hers would always move away from him, because she had wanted to become a Hunter. This distance between them felt different, somehow, heavier and saltier and it ached at Shana that she was feeling this way at all. She had said her goodbyes to Azriel however many years ago, and she had gone without looking back. Why was it now all of a sudden like this? What had changed in the last four years? Absolutely nothing, except for she was now a demigod herself. Her aspirations remained the same, his home remained the same. Nothing had changed, and yet it had felt as though everything in her life had been shaken upside down and nothing fit right the same way again.
The daughter of Demeter didn't like this new dynamic. She would very much rather they have a screaming match, yelling about whatever, just not this suffocating disappointment and hopelessness. This had never mattered before. She didn't like the slump of his shoulders nor that sad, sardonic half-smile he gave her when he told her she really could go through with her threat now that he knew she was a demigod herself. This wasn't them; they were arguments and bickering and battles of wills. It churned something uncomfortable and unpleasant in her stomach and Shana just wanted to get away. She didn't meet his smile, her gaze clear and direct and expressionless as she met his eyes. Shana had nothing to hide, and she was not going to pretend she liked what the heck was going on.
She didn't even turn to look towards the direction he was pointing; she would find it with easy directions like that. Instead, she just kept her eyes on his face, reading the tics, finding the lines between the words and between his eyebrows and on the corners of his lips. He wasn't telling her something, that much was clear, and Shana knew she didn't want to find out whatever the Hades he was keeping too close to his chest, because she was afraid she already knew what it was, and she would not-- she wouldn't do anything about it. At all. As she watched him smile at her, insincere yet as bright as the sun bearing down on her shoulders, Shana felt an unfamiliar ache in her chest. This wasn't them. And when he excused himself telling her he had to go teach a class, Shana didn't understand why a part of her wanted to reach out to touch him on his arm and tell him to stay.
He wouldn't apologise about wanting to keep her safe - he hadn't needed to tell her that. Azriel would never apologise, much less about that. Her upper teeth bit down on her lower lip as she forced herself to keep her tongue, to not call out after him, but she didn't need to. She didn't even know what she would say. There were no words left to be said. For another heartbeat or two, the daughter of Demeter stood in the same spot, the light breeze tickling the ends of her hair as she watched Azriel walk away, a strange, sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach telling her that it may not have been the best idea to come to New Rome after all.
And there it was, the up and down assessing look that she knew had been coming. It had been the reason she had been embarrassed about the way she looked, no matter how many times she had told herself she didn't need his validation. Because at the end of the day, some part of Shana was always going to care about what he thought, and she figured that was pretty normal, right? Most everyone cared some iota about what other people thought, even the ones who said they didn't give a rat's gluteus maximus about anyone's opinions. It was ingrained in them as humans, and probably even as demigods - their history was littered with punishments for the slightest offenses because gods had massive egos, after all. It was normal for Shana to still care a bit about what Azriel thought, especially considering she did look like she'd gone through a forest on a speedrun. She twitched, discomfited, but fought to keep her face unaffected. At the very least, she would pretend it didn't bother her too much that he looked at her like that.
"I'll still kick your gluteus maximus," she replied, the retort easy to come and stinging from her tongue. At the very least, she would try, and Shana liked to think she had gained some fighting skills at Camp Half-Blood. After all, she didn't survive the journey from New York without fighting her own fair share of monsters. She was no longer the human they had both thought she was when they'd first met; she was a demigod in her own right. Sure, she may never be quite as good as a warrior as he was, but at least she could hold her own, and she'd probably be able to land a good solid punch on his nose if she really wanted to. Her nostrils flared as he dared interrupt her tirade when she hadn't done the same to him, but Shana was going to be mature and she was going to ignore that bit about her being a child. Learn her lesson, pfft. If Azriel wasn't careful, she'd teach him a lesson, see who was the one who walked away learning something new about the other.
As his own angry tone replied to hers, Shana felt her own anger rise. This had been them their last few hours together. Just arguing, a constant push and pull in their battle of wills. It was the same thing they were fighting over now, because that was just so on-brand for them. It didn't matter that back then they'd both thought she'd just been a normal - albeit blessed - mortal. Neither of them had known she would be a demigod, which, as it turned out, was only a good thing that she hadn't gone to his home. If she had, she would never had been claimed as a demigod in her own right. Everything happened for a reason, after all. "Yeah, and you know what, Az? If I'd gone back home with you then, I would never have found out I was a demigod myself," she replied heatedly. "I'd gone back with you here, then what? My mother is a Greek goddess, something I didn't know until after I left, and then what would I be? Just stuck here, in your home, protected but ignorant of what and who I really am? Give up my dreams just because you wanted me to? No."
Things were escalating to a ridiculous level now. Shana's self-control had long since disappeared, probably lost somewhere amongst Az' first accusations. This probably was not a conversation they should be having loudly or in the middle of camp, and probably not on her first morning in her new home, but they had never been able to stop when it came to each other, were they? They had constantly bickered, from where they should go to whether they should heal, or if they should stop by a cabin or keep running. Shana readied herself for a fight that promised to go on for hours; funnily enough, she never ran out of energy when it came to arguing with Azriel. With anyone else, she might have run out of patience and given them up for a lost cause, but with Azriel, she could go all day and all night trying to have the last word. It was not a trait she enjoyed having.
But when he sighed and ran his hand through his hair, Shana felt her strength sapping like wind out of her sails. The daughter of Demeter was not quite ready to deal with this level of emotions and stress, not on her first day in camp after having to fend for herself from New York to California. Dealing with Azriel and his anger towards her had temporarily vitalized her when she had to defend herself, but this Azriel was new. Different, somehow, like trying to reread a story that had been rewritten by a different author. Shana knew what to expect, but some parts were different and new and didn't quite fit into her understanding the same way. Young Az did have some soft moments in between all their arguing back then, but this one felt... sad. She didn't like it at all.
"I... didn't know." Her words were hollow, not used to this kind of emotion from the male demigod. "I didn't know that you were Roman and I was Greek." She could tell him. She could tell him that she had asked around for him, she could tell him that she had tried to find him, but no one at Camp Half-Blood knew what a demigod would be doing in that part of the country. She could tell him that she had tried, that she had wanted to find him, but the words were stuck in her throat and she shoved it away in the furthest area of her mind. Shana was not going to admit that she had missed him. Clearing her throat, uncomfortable with the emotions coursing through her heart and blaming it completely on her hike across the country, Shana continued, "Listen, can we just continue yelling later? I think I really need to get some food." She was weak because she was hungry and healing and not at all because this was unknown and uncomfortable territory with Azriel. Not at all.
It was so like Azriel to focus on the one fact that she still wasn't a Huntress. Despite having only stayed with him for a very short period of time, it concerned Shana - and secretly gave her a little thrill - that they had come to know each other's personalities scarily well. She didn't know if she was just that much of an open book or if he was or if they both were, or if the fact that they had been trying to outrun a monster together had meant they had formed some sort of connection. Shana would severely like to say no thank you to the latter, because there was no way she wanted to be attached to Azriel in any way. She had an immortal life of virginhood to look forward to - she didn't need to be concerned about any type of male demigod, especially ones that were looking like they could kill her if she said the wrong thing.
But it shouldn't matter, because anything she said would be the wrong thing - she had known it from the moment her eyes locked with his. He would be unforgiving, but Shana didn't need his forgiveness. She didn't need his permission or his validation; in fact, Shana didn't need anything from Azriel at all. But as he sarcastically replied to her comment and then talked smack about orange-clad children invading his home, a very clear jab about her being a child, obviously, Shana found her ire rising. "These orange-clad children have walked through Hades and high water to get here, Az, so mind your mouth before I knock it in for you."
It was as though something in her - a monster, please let it be a monster - reared up and took over her brain and her tongue, always ready to go up against Azriel. Sure, Shana would always stand up for her own beliefs and her own morals, and she had always been an independent thinker and never allowed anyone to really boss her around. But there had always been something about him that got under her skin; it all came roaring back, the feeling of losing control whenever she and the male demigod started arguing. Perhaps this was why Artemis hadn't invited her in yet. Maybe Huntresses needed to be more cool and calm and collected and not rising to bratty boys throwing a tantrum.
He was glaring at her now as he continued prodding her, asking her again if anything she'd told him was true but not really letting her actually answer. Well, Shana wasn't going to be intimidated by that, and she fiercely met his gaze, arms crossed. But like a mature individual, she allowed him to say his piece, ready to give him her mind whenever he decided to finally stop for breath. And then he had the audacity to try to walk away from her without even letting her say anything?
Instinctively, she reached out a hand and snagged the sleeve of his shirt, pulling him back without an ounce of gentleness. "You don't get to walk away from me like that, Azriel Quinn," she snapped, hair practically crackling in anger. If her eyes could spit fire, the male demigod would have been burnt to a crisp. "I'm not some kid you can just scold and then walk away assuming my lesson has been learned." Shana barely paused for breath as she continued on, fingers still tight on Az' shirt to ensure he couldn't walk away with his dignity. "For one, I would never lie about wanting to be a Hunter, but in case you weren't aware, it's not like a club where I can just sign myself up and everything's fine. She told me I wasn't ready, and I trust her judgement. She'll tell me when I am and I'll believe her." Az didn't need to know that had been fourteen years ago. Some embarrassments didn't need to be shared. "For two, I don't f*cking answer to you. And for three, my choices were to fight for my life out there in the mortal world or to come here - so you can imagine how much I'm regretting not choosing the first option considering coming here apparently comes with the clause that I'd have to deal with you."
She had just wandered a few paces and turned in what seemed to be a promising direction when a voice called out her name from behind her. It was male and somewhat familiar, although no name jumped immediately to Shana's memory, and she turned, fully expecting some random from Camp Half-Blood who probably knew her better than she knew them. A polite smile was ready on her face to greet the demigod. What she hadn't expected was to see Azriel fricking Quinn standing and staring at her, her face probably having the exact same expression that she could see on his. The smile froze on her face as her mind was flooded with memories.
He had the same hair, the same eyes, the same smile - he was maybe a little taller, a little more built, and maaaybe a little more unimpressed. She should run, she really should, maybe even hide somewhere, basically just put as much distance between herself and Az. The memory of their arguing - the last she had seen of him almost five years ago - dissipated as Az began walking towards her. Holy sh*it, she mouthed to herself, suddenly very aware that she looked a little bit like crap with her hair a mess and the still-healing bruises on her left leg. She didn't even know why this was the first thing she thought of, but there it was.
Until, of course, Azriel reached her and the first comment out of his mouth was about her not being a Hunter. Talk about chivalry. "And a 'hello' to you, too," she replied drily, trying not to acknowledge the odd sensation of dread in her stomach. Vividly, she again remembered her last words to him: that he didn't understand that she wanted to be a Hunter, something more than just a mortal. Yeah, well, she was clearly more than just a mortal now, considering her lurid - if a bit dirty - orange Camp Half-Blood shirt. Her smile was saccharine as she continued, "And how are you, Az?"
Despite her cool and collected demeanour, and the easy sass that poured from her lips, Shana was scrambling. What did a girl say to a boy who had offered to protect her, but had told him that she was an independent woman and she needed no man? Technically, it still stood, and she definitely didn't need a man, but Shana felt the first prickling of shame that she still wasn't a Hunter. Artemis hadn't asked, but was it because the goddess had sensed a hesitation in Shana that her older sister Lizzie didn't have? Shana had been defensive of her decision to Az, and now he was standing in front of her, five years later, and she still wasn't silver. F*ck, but that was embarrassing.
It was her first morning waking up into the Roman camp, and Shana found herself with mixed emotions. On one hand, the decimation of Camp Half-Blood was depressing, not because she was particularly attached to the place but more so because of the devastation it had caused amongst her friends - people she considered her second family. Shana had always wanted to travel and explore, so the loss of a static place to live wasn't a big deal; what was a big deal was how it had affected the other Greek demigods.
On the other hand, the travel across the country had revived the spark of wanderlust in her blood, and Shana had taken to it like a duck to the water. In fact, she had arrived later than many of the others because she found herself dragging her feet. Halfway through the trip, she had made an excuse about seeing her father and parted ways with her half-siblings. For the first time in so long, she was back out in the mortal world, able to dream again about going anywhere she wanted. Of course, the monster she had encountered when she had been alone had been enough to hasten her arrival at Camp Jupiter - otherwise, she would have been content to wander around again with no real desire to reach her destination.
Now, though, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad. She hadn't met many legionnaires yet, having only arrived last night and had to be taken straight to the infirmary. With the sun rising and casting the infirmary in a blaze of golden light, Shana rose, a mix of trepidation and excitement in her veins as she stepped out of the infirmary, her dark curls bouncing around her shoulders as she looked around, trying to remember the medic's instructions on how to get to the Mess Hall. Her stomach grumbled and Shana decided to wing it - surely she'd bump into someone who could point her in the right direction? A thought was spared on where the rest of the Greek demigods were, before deciding she would find them in the Mess Hall anyway. She wanted to know whether her half-siblings had made it back yet.
[break] Oh, I hope some day I'll make it out of here[break] Even if it takes all night or a hundred years[break] Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near[break] Wanna feel alive, outside I can't fight my fear[break]
[ AMBITIOUS ] - shana wants more for herself than what she's got, and she thinks she's allowed. she's all about female empowerment - it's the twenty-first century, people! it's about time girls and women should be able to make their own decisions about their bodies and lives without facing judgement from people. [break][break] [ EXPLORER ] - due to her father's job, shana has always been an explorer. anywhere and everywhere she can go, she will. she'd rather take an impromptu trip to someplace she's never been before, than go back home to seattle to visit her grandparents (although she does care for them a fair bit). as much as possible, shana wants to experience new things, rather than going back to previous places even though she had good memories there. [break][break] [ INDEPENDENT ] - a born traveller, shana loves to live her life on her own terms. she loves travelling by herself more than she likes travelling with anyone else, because then she gets to do the things she wants to do, visit the places she wants to see, and eat the food she wants to eat. she likes waking up at what time she wakes up, to set her own routine, learn at her own pace. it's not necessarily that she feels other people pull her back - although that can definitely be the case - it's just that she knows her own mind and wants to go along with what's good for herself. [break][break] [ INTELLIGENT ] - she may not necessarily be book smart, but shana is quite an intelligent person. she is logical, can think her way out of many situations, and the fact that she travels around by herself means she's learned to adapt to reading signs, reading maps, understanding instructions, figuring out how to get around. because she also prefers to live by herself, she knows how to budget, how to ration food, and what to prioritise when it comes to chores, groceries, and relaxation. [break][break] [ DREAMER ] - shana dreams. she wants so many things in life: to travel, to become a huntress, to become very proficient in something, like photography or hiking. she dreams of becoming a legend in her own right, even if it may not necessarily go down in the history books as something spectacular. more than anything, shana dreams of living her life to the fullest, so that at the end of the day she can look back and say confidently and genuinely that she had no regrets. [break][break] [ PASSIONATE ] - while shana can be quiet and peaceful and collected most of the time, it can't be denied that she's a very passionate person. not only is she passionate about her hopes and dreams, she's also passionate about what she's capable of and what she wants to do. often, when she is told to do something against her own desires, or something that is stupid and illogical, shana won't mince words to tell people exactly what she thinks. she stands up for herself and her beliefs, and anyone who tries to tell her otherwise will get a piece of her mind.
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]BIOGRAPHY
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[ MOTHER ] - demeter, goddess of agriculture and the harvest[break] [ FATHER ] - adam betancourt, freelance photographer[break] [ SIBLINGS ] - lizaveta betancourt, previously mortal, now huntress[break][break] Claimed: Yes[break] Number of years at camp: Four years[break][break] it's always been the three of them together. lizzie was nine years older than shana, and maybe the age difference helped the two girls get along better when they were younger. or perhaps their personalities had always been compatible; as the oldest girl, lizzie had fallen into the role of caretaker, looking after her younger sister as well as her father, ensuring both of them were fed, helping her father with shana's nappies, and in general just keeping the house together. adam had always felt guilty about placing such a burden on his older daughter's shoulders, but lizzie had always just smiled easily at him and told him it was nothing. [break][break] adam was never really lucky in love. his first wife - lizzie's mother, passed away in a car accident when lizzie was four. to get away from the memories, he gave up his job as an economics professor, sold most of his things, packed up his car and his daughter, and travelled around the country instead. at first, he'd told himself he was just going to move back to seattle, leave behind the life he knew in miami, and go back to his parents. they would be able to help with lizzie and maybe he could get another job there instead. deciding to make it a roadtrip - he wasn't in too much of a rush to see the sad, sympathetic look on his parents' faces - he drove, taking a very scenic route across the country. perhaps it was because it had always been something he'd wanted to do, or maybe he just realised how freeing the trip was, but adam's trip went from two weeks to three, then to four, and even when he eventually made it back to seattle, adam had decided he wouldn't be staying after all. [break][break] instead, adam set himself up as a freelance photographer. mostly he did wildlife photography, enjoying the peace and calm of the forests and national parks. of course, he did have to do usual quick and easy work - photographing happy couples on their wedding days - and with a pang, adam realised it might be a good time to expand the family. he wanted lizzie to have a good mother, and maybe he himself missed being in love, being supported and supportive, of having someone to turn to at night and in his darkest hours. it was in a small town in the middle of nowhere that he met the prettiest woman he thought he'd ever seen, with her long curly hair and beautiful green eyes and a smile that won his heart. [break][break] unfortunately for him, she took his heart and never returned it, for the woman was demeter herself, and while she had been attracted to this lonely, loving man, she couldn't stay with him as he'd wanted. their romance lasted a few months, enough for adam to seriously consider introducing lizzie to her, but before he could, demeter had disappeared, leaving only a note apologising for her hasty departure. to say adam was crushed would be an understatement, even if nine months later, a bundle appeared with a tiny, sweet baby wrapped inside of it. [break][break] it could have been quite easy for adam to turn bitter at all the love he'd lost, but instead he took it in stride, instead giving all of his love to his two daughters. he supported them and cared for them and taught them to think for themselves. even when he offered for them to settle down, choose a city and find a house, go to a proper school and make lasting friends, neither shana nor lizzie had wanted it. they'd gotten used to their nomadic life with occasional visits to the grandparents; they'd been born into it and they both liked their lives that way. and so they continued on, the three of them together, happy with just each other. [break][break]
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[break][break] shana was nine and lizzie was eighteen when their lives changed forever. they were stopping over in a city for a wedding photography gig, and lizzie and shana were exploring the usual tourist sites. late afternoon had fallen and they were on their way back to their motel room when some men spotted lizzie. they crowded her and blocked her way, corralling her into a dark alley, and shana was crying because lizzie was telling her it was going to be okay and to run and be safe, but one of the men had spotted her and was dragging her by the arm along with them. the entire time, the others were jeering at lizzie, pushing her around, becoming more violent and brazen with every round. finally, lizzie hit the wall of a building so hard that she flopped to the ground, dazed and weakened, unable to help herself as the men stood around her, laughing and making jokes about who was going to go first. and shana watched helplessly, unable to do more than cry and scream and struggle against the vice grip against her small and weak arm. the sisters' eyes met, and lizzie was in tears and mouthed the word 'sorry', as though she had something to apologise for. [break][break]
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[break][break] and then miracle of miracles: a group of girls found them in the alley, and they all came rushing forwards yelling and scaring the men away. maybe the men realised they would be outnumbered, maybe the battlecries scared them, maybe it was the weapons the girls were holding aloft that made them turn tail and run. and the girls picked up the battered lizzie from the ground, dusted her off, and told her she'd called for them. then one girl in particular - young, just a bit older than shana - stepped forward from the group and told lizzie her name was artemis, and she'd heard her call for help. [break][break] to say lizzie was awestruck would be an understatement. she was beyond grateful, more than ready to worship the goddess and follow her wherever she went, doing whatever she desired. at eighteen years old, lizzie swore the oath to become a hunter. she apologised again to shana, but this was what she hadn't known she'd been missing her whole life. the hunters of artemis was the piece of the puzzle she'd always meant to have but never did, and now that she'd found it, she felt complete. [break][break] shana wanted to join them, too, but artemis calmly told her she wasn't ready yet. it wasn't her time yet. it wasn't her destiny yet. and shana wanted to cry some more and beg and plead to be let in the group with her sister, but she didn't, because she trusted artemis like she trusted lizzie, and if lizzie said not yet, and artemis said not yet, then it wasn't her time. the hunters accompanied her back home to ensure she'd be safe, and lizzie wrote a letter for their father explaining everything, and then the hunters left, leaving shana with dreams and hopes unlike any she'd ever had before. [break][break] it clearly broke adam's heart to lose one of his daughters, but at the same time he was proud of her for realising her dream and pursuing it. he'd watched with a mix of amusement and sadness as shana readied herself to join the hunters, insisting on borrowing books from the library about artemis, taking archery lessons, wanting to visit more 'wild places', asking if she could keep a pet wolf. and adam indulged his daughter, allowing her to follow her own dreams, even though he knew it would mean that one day, shana would leave, too. but that didn't matter, because he loved and supported his daughters and only wanted what was best for them. [break][break] as shana got older, she wanted to travel more by herself, not wanting to drag her father along everywhere she wanted to go. she knew he wouldn't have minded, of course, but she was a teenager and getting into that phase where parents weren't 'cool'. not that shana ever cared much for what was 'cool', considering she never went to a proper school and had therefore never met that kind of peer pressure before. but shana wanted to go visit more parks and more forests, for longer periods of time, and she didn't want her father to turn down jobs just because of it. and so when she was seventeen years old, she went on a camping and hiking trip around big sur, leaving her father behind in san jose. she'd just gotten her full license, and in celebration, she drove down to visit the scenic area by herself. [break][break] she'd just gotten arrived at her cabin when out of nowhere a boy appeared, being chased by an honest-to-gods monster straight out of the pages of the mythology books she used to read about artemis. quickly, they both ran to her car, he dumped himself into the passenger seat yelling at her to drive, and they floored it out of there so fast, her tyres kicked up sand and dirt and stone into the monster's face, distracting it temporarily. she didn't know exactly where to go, so she just drove, all the while demanding answers from the boy at what the heck just happened. he hadn't realised she'd actually seen the monster, so after a few incredulous rounds of interrogation that shana felt were a complete waste of time considering they had a monster on their gluteus maximus, he finally told her what he was. [break][break] that had nearly interrupted shana's reckless driving, because the boy was telling her he was an actual demigod. as in, the son of god and a mortal. the complete impossibility of that nearly had shana driving straight into a tree. she did, however, miss her turn, and the side of the car collided against a guard rail and refused to start again. both of them scrambled out of the car, shana thankful that she hadn't unpacked her hiking gear yet, so it was easy to grab all the important stuff and follow the boy into the forest. [break][break] of all unusual things to come out of being hunted by a monster, the two of them bonded. their quick escape was foiled when the monster got to them that evening, injuring both of them. the boy took some ambrosia and healed most of the damage to him, but considering they both believed shana to be a normal mortal, they didn't want her to risk the godly medicine. considering there could be no mortal excuse for her wounds, they kept to the forest, always on the move, always on the run as they both waited to heal. it was perhaps weeks later that they were finally able to gain the upperhand on the monster, with the demigod finally ending its existence. [break][break] when it came time for them to part ways, the boy told shana that he could bring her to his home to live with them. he believed her to be a blessed mortal, and maybe there could be a place for her back with them. but shana had no such aspirations; she was a mortal, and she belonged in the mortal world. she didn't want to be stuck in one place - she wanted to explore and eventually join the hunters. when she told him of this, things changed between them. he couldn't understand how she could give up her life and the possibility of love, just to follow a goddess around the world for an eternity. his reaction offended her, and within the hour, shana was packed and ready to go, not sure why his words had hurt and angered her so much. she left with barely a glance back. [break][break] when she finally got back to san jose, a month or two later than her father expected her to be home, she was met with a very worried adam. her father was too grateful that she was alive to scold her over her tardiness, but shana didn't explain more than she'd lost her phone and couldn't let him know that she'd decided to stay and enjoy the area longer than expected. she didn't tell him about the boy and the monster. and then adam turned, leading shana back into their house, and introduced her to her guardian, a scrawny sort of boy she'd realised she'd seen a few times but never really registered that she had. [break][break] he introduced himself as a satyr, and his name was toby, and he had come to collect her to bring her to camp half-blood. she'd wanted to say no, having already had this conversation with the demigod from big sur, but toby insisted, telling her her mother wanted her to go there, and immediately. the subject of her mother surprised shana, and she asked what he meant, but toby insisted on telling her on the way there, but they had to leave now. adam offered to drive them, but shana said she'd be fine going wherever she needed to go, and for adam to just stay and continue with the jobs he still had booked in the area, and that she'd promise to call him when she got to wherever this camp was. [break][break] so maybe shana was a bit surprised that their destination was new york city - all the way across the country. but as she paid for their tickets with the money she'd saved up, shana realised she was quite excited for this new, unknown journey. even if she did meet the demigod boy in the camp, nothing would change: she would still choose to become a huntress whenever she met artemis again. it didn't register for shana that part of her anticipation was also to meet him again in the first place, even if she knew they'd argue about her life decisions all over again. [break][break] and then toby told her she was a demigod, and she had a glorious five hours to digest this fact. she was still digesting when she arrived at camp half-blood and realised this was going to be her new home now. she had a whole new life to learn how to live, and it would be okay that she would be stuck in this camp, because everything was going to be new. but no one knew about the demigod that she'd met; no one knew his name or what a demigod would be doing near big sur, anyway. they all put it down to him just being a random demigod, because not everyone could make it to camp half-blood, and of course older demigods wouldn't have a place in camp. [break][break] and so shana settled into the new rhythm of her life. she still got out of camp as often as she could, going on quests or visiting her father or just getting out to explore. she was claimed a few days into camp, and while shana was pleasantly surprised that she had a godly mother who acknowledged her, a part of her was a bit disappointed. she didn't want to be like the rest of her siblings, content to play in the fields growing fruits and vegetables. she still wanted to be a hunter of artemis, so shana continued her archery lessons and hiking in the wilderness, still aspiring for the destiny that she knew should be hers. [break][break] four days turned into four weeks, into four months and then four years. the next thing shana knew, the camp was engulfed in flames. she had banded with a couple of her half-siblings and together, they went to look for this other demigod camp in california. so caught up in the chaos and uproar and despair of the disaster, shana did not even remember her very first demigod encounter, four years ago, and the boy she had left behind.
[ CHLOROKINESIS ] - like most children of demeter, shana's major powers involve plants and manipulating plant-life. she is best at agricultural plants, fruits and veggies, and flowers, but can still manipulate thorns and other types of plantlife. she has more limited control over trees, which is just fine by her because she considers them sentinels of the forest and doesn't want to mess around with them, anyway. she'd much rather climb them than control them. she is able to summon plants from the ground - easier if they are already existing and / or are agricultural - and can manipulate them to act as weapons, ie choking vines. when she is emotionally affected, her powers often call on poisonous plants instead. [break][break] weaknesses: as with any other demigod, shana's chlorokinesis has a limit. the more she uses her powers, the more energy she drains, particularly when she uses it for an extended period of time or in unnatural ways (as weapons, out of season, etc). she also cannot summon plants on surfaces plants wouldn't normally be found on, like plastic or metal, and she cannot conjure them in mid-air. shana has very limited control over trees; she can usually only request for fruits to be brought down by branches. [break][break] [ MINOR PLANT WHISPERER ] - it's not exactly that the plants talk to her, it's just that she's sensitive to the different varieties and different lives of the plants. she can easily locate types of or specific plants in an area, and can tell if a plant is poisonous or edible. she can recognise different types of herbs, trees, and can also tell if a plant is old, sick, or dying. [break][break] weaknesses: shana has a limited physical radius for her plant sensitivity. it can also require a fair bit of concentration, depending on how big the area is or how rare the plant type is that she's looking for. she locates better when she's previously interacted with the plant that she's looking for, and her ability can be limited on unknown, magical, or extremely rare plants. additional plant information such as toxicity, age, or disease often depend on her actually touching the plant. [break][break] [ NATURAL COOK ] - courtesy of her mother, shana is a great cook. she is a dab hand at baking, and often doesn't read recipes. she experiments a lot, not always successfully, but the food that she likes and makes often are usually very delicious. mostly, her expertise is in italian cuisine and american fast food.
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