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'd gotten used to the snoring and the cramped quarters. It was hard to feel lonely when the sounds of sleeping campers surrounded her, snuggled as she was in a ball in the corner of a bunk bed she shared with another demigod. Sleeping space was difficult to come by in the biggest cabin in Camp Half-Blood, but Evie would never have minded. Of course, she wished the person she shared the bunk with was Aiden - cue small blush - but the other demigod wasn't a difficult sleeper anyway. At least the other girl wasn't kicky. With a small, barely inaudible sigh, Evie fidgeted, trying to keep her movements to a minimum to avoid jostling the other occupant.
A tentative smile crept over Evie's face as Ena assured her she was genuine about the training. "I could never hate you," the Greek demigod said, gentle conviction clear in her soft voice. And it was true; Evie was never one to hold grudges, or get angry, or get violent. Ena could show the complete worst side of herself, but as long as it didn't involve hurting animals or something like that, Evie wouldn't actually hate her. Maybe avoid her, or be scared of her, but not actually hate. Such a strong emotion was quite foreign to the younger girl, and she preferred it to stay that way. It was so negative and she had seen it ruin lives; for as long as she could, Evie would swear to never hate anyone, because it seemed to unnecessary and horrible.
Training would be quite painful for Evie, yes, but she was actually also quite genuinely worried about annoying or irritating Ena. Evie was not the quickest study when it came to fighting, violence, or any kind of combat, and Ena was clearly skilled considering she was in second cohort and had been at camp for a while. Just the fact that Ena hadn't completely keeled over helpless when a broadsword hit her showed her strength as far as Evie was concerned. The Greek disliked disappointing anyone, and she had a feeling Ena would be far more likely to hate her than Evie was to hate Ena. Perhaps she should get Aiden to pre-train her, just so she was actually capable of the complete basics so as to not make Ena regret offering to train her. Satisfied with her idea and next plan of action, Evie resolved to speak with Aiden at dinner and bring up the training.
Evie's fingers fiddled nervously as Ena decided to pick up on that part of the conversation, the Greek demigod nervous again. Her healing power was inconsistent, maybe she shouldn't have said anything after all, especially not in the infirmary of all places? People would expect her to be able to actually heal patients, right? That was a phenomenally bad idea. Sure enough, Ena brought up having Evie heal her, and Evie felt her anxiety rise at the prospect of trying to heal a Roman. If she got this wrong, she would never be able to live it down and she would probably even be kicked out of camp.
Swallowing convulsively, Evie smiled shakily at the Roman girl, disregarding the apology. "No, that's okay, I should have let the healer take primary." And she really should have, anyway, considering she was only supposed to be assisting. Flexing her fingers, Evie brought her hands hesitantly closer to Ena, scooting closer so that she could reach over Ena's forehead more comfortably. Please don't go wrong, please don't go wrong. Father, please claim me. Taking a deep breath, Evie said, "It doesn't work all the time, but I'll try my best." Closing her eyes and concentrating, Evie searched within herself for something, anything, some imaginary string she could pull or button she could click or switch she could flip. Wasn't it usually something like that in books? A small furrow appeared between her brows as she continued to search, praying for her father to help her, hoping she could be of some assistance to the demigod in front of her.
His palm was big and warm over her own, and that was just everything about them: her own personality and vulnerability wrapped over with Aiden's strength and protection. Following after him in the direction of the store felt natural, normal, and Evie knew she would follow him to the ends of the world even if he didn't ask. In fact, Aiden could have directed their whole journey from New York and Evie would have just followed him regardless. But he had always asked about her, asked how she was feeling or whether she could keep going or if it was a better idea if they stayed for the night. He had always been concerned about her pace, never once concerned that they weren't moving fast enough, and Evie had always felt bad that she wasn't as strong or as resilient as him. She had tried her best to keep going, to tough out whatever injuries she may have received or how out of breath she might have felt.
As they entered the small store, the harsh fluorescent light hurt her eyes in its brightness after their last few hours mostly in the dark. A few blinks later and she had adjusted, and she had not let go of his hand; luckily, it would seem that he was just as unlikely to let go, either. Nervously, Evie glanced around, but the place was empty aside from the cashier behind the counter. Small mercies, hopefully that would mean less questions. Apparently there had been something about Evie's stature next to Aiden's that resulted in people being concerned for her safety. At least no one had called the cops yet. As they stopped in front of some toiletries and Aiden reached for toothpaste, Evie tried to think of what else they might need.
First aid, definitely, and some cleaning alcohol. Involuntarily, her eyes travelled once again to the wound on Aiden's arm. Maybe some painkillers, too, although it didn't work quite as well on them considering they were demigods. Ready made sandwiches, bottles of water, dry snacks? It was a pity they didn't also sell dollar shirts or socks, but necessities. They still had the little bit of liquid soap they had pilfered from their last hotel a few days ago, and considering they were so close to their new home, Evie disregarded new soap. She really did hate spending any of Aiden's money, and besides, shampoo and conditioner were luxuries. Even back in Camp Half-Blood, she had gone for basics, not particularly vain enough to really ensure her hair was beautiful.
As they wandered towards the food section, Evie eyed the sandwiches, trying to find the best out of the lot. She chose a couple of Aiden's preferred fillings before getting her own preference. Adding the bottles of water to her hold meant she had to let go of Aiden's hand, but Evie made sure to stick close to the son of Ares as they circled the shop one more time to look for anything else they might need. A small first aid kit joined her items, before they made their way to the counter and Evie peered half-heartedly at the candy on display. A couple of protein bars joined the rest of the items. "For breakfast tomorrow," she whispered to herself and partly to Aiden, smiling at the cashier in a way she hoped conveyed that they were both fine. Instinctively, she leaned to the side, searching for the solid form of Aiden and almost squishing herself to his side.
To Evie's relief, Ena hadn't seem too bothered about how much she had talked. It was a pretty good story, or so Evie thought, and one that she was proud to have survived all thanks to Aiden. It couldn't be helped that sometimes some people tired of her chattering away - she felt the Romans would be even less patient with her than the Greeks had been. It wasn't a habit she indulged in often, either, but sometimes some things couldn't be helped, and the chihuahua story was one of them. At least Ena hadn't stopped her halfway through, or made a face, or turned away, or any other number of ways she could have shown she wasn't interested in listening any more. Evie always made sure to try to read any social cues, or the way someone acted or looked when she started telling her story; Evie wouldn't want to bore someone or irritate them. Ena hadn't looked like she'd been bothered, or perhaps her injury just hadn't let her escape. Either or, Evie was grateful they seemed to have found a safe topic.
Evie could have gone on about it, too, but she didn't. If Ena wanted more details, Evie could have provided more, of course, although it was probably a good idea that the Roman girl hadn't. Most of Evie's stories about crossing the country were about how Aiden had saved her and saved the day and Aiden's awesomeness in general. Considering how much Aiden tended to star in her stories, Ena might have gotten sick of hearing about him. Evie definitely couldn't get sick of the son of Ares; her mind wandered again in his direction, wondering if he was awake yet from his nap, or if he was combat training, or if he was somewhere else getting to know their new home. She'd probably look for him at dinner and not leave his side, again.
As Ena began talking about the cohorts, Evie found herself listening with rapt attention. She'd only been at camp for two years, so she knew what it was like to be in mortal schools and high schools. She'd heard of a few stories of other teens passing high school or getting into a prestigious college despite not having the grades for it simply due to who their parents were. The Greek demigod found it hard to imagine - why bother having cohorts, then, if it all came down to who you knew and what family you came from? But then again, she was just a normal Greek demigod, not even claimed yet - what did she know about forms of government, especially a Roman one? Maybe that was just how it worked better for them?
"I still think that's pretty awesome, though," she answered, wonder clear in her tone. "I mean, when someone makes it into a cohort, they still have to prove themselves in some way, right? Or else they would stick out like a sore thumb." And probably bullied for it, too. Evie's heart went out to them, to the demigods who'd made it into a top cohort only by grace of their family, and then had to prove that they belonged there. They had not only their own peers to impress, but also the person or people who recommended them, because obviously if they didn't do a good job in that cohort, it would be an embarrassment for them, right? It seemed like potentially too much pressure, and Evie found herself with a lot more sympathy for the Romans and their way of life. Not that she would ever tell them that, of course - they thrived in their lifestyle and would probably find her sympathy patronising and scornful.
Evie nodded when Ena talked about adjusting to a militaristic culture. It was something Evie herself was struggling with, probably more than the others. She'd never been a person who could hit a fly - or at least, couldn't hit a fly that didn't deserve it - and having to learn combat training to the level of commitment and intensity and seriousness of the Romans was difficult. Her body also wasn't exactly peak fighting material, so she often struggled with moving around the arena weighed down by weapons. The marching drills were another thing her body was too soft to handle. Even the weeks of running from New York had only toughened her body up a little bit.
Most if not all Romans - the few that had deigned to talk to her - agreed that the Greeks should have been learning how to fight more, and it was something Evie could understand from their viewpoint. That was, after all, how they had been trained. But for Evie, she liked how Camp Half-Blood had been run. "We did have some combat training," Evie murmured hesitantly, trying not to sound argumentative or my-camp-is-better-than-yours, "but I wasn't very good at it. Just enough to not be a complete burden to Aiden when Camp burned down." A huge part of Evie was still guilty she hadn't been strong enough to protect herself and Aiden; the least she could have done was not be heavy weight to carry around, or a weak baby deer to be protected. Well, Ena was right, now Evie was in Camp Jupiter - the silver lining of the mandatory combat and drills would be that she had to become a warrior. If anything were to happen in the future, at least she would be better equipped, right?
"We learned things I think maybe more related to our godly parent?" Evie continued, still sounding unsure. "If you were a child of Hephaestus, you'd learn more about forging and things like that." The girl looked at her hands as she continued. "I'm... not actually sure if my parent is Apollo. Most everyone from camp thinks so, because I can heal people with my hands, but... I can't do it all the time. And I haven't really been able to manipulate light or anything. I'm sort of okay with archery? But I'm not sure if that's because a bow and arrow isn't as heavy as a sword and shield." Ena didn't need to know about the weird dreams Evie sometimes had. The few people she had told had always had mixed reactions, and Evie preferred to keep that sort of information to herself. Tentatively, she smiled at Ena, grateful for the offer of training. "I'm really not the best at anything physical, but I mean, if you don't mind it? I'd love to take you up on your offer for training."
While they had spent a few nights huddled together in hotels or in bus stops or anywhere else that they needed to when they were on the run, tonight seemed different. While yes, even those nights had made Evie blush furiously at the beginning of every evening, overcome by the idea of being alone and so close to the son of Ares, it was nothing like tonight. It had felt like some part of Evie's world had changed completely and it was never going to be the same, even though for Evie herself not a lot had changed. She had always felt as though she had been open about her feelings for Aiden; while she had been shy, she had always been there for him, always relied on him, always sought him out first, always stayed by his side, even when they had been in Camp Half-Blood. Whether or not Aiden had known explicitly just how much she had cared for him, the fact of the matter remained: Evie had always loved him.
But now that he'd confessed his feelings to her, it all suddenly felt more... real. It was out there in the open, in clear distinct words, in the kiss, in the way he was looking at her now. There was a sudden current of something that wasn't there before, and Evie was going to die of embarrassment, or her cheeks were going to burst into flames - she wasn't sure which would happen first at this stage. But Aiden was looking at her with those intense eyes of his and she could only barely meet his gaze. She had been so nervous about his proximity that she had completely missed any sort of possible double meaning in his words, her mind now whirring over spending the night with Aiden again, completely distracted by the memory of his arms protectively around her.
"Yeah, I think it'll be a good idea to rest," she agreed, sounding to herself as though she was babbling. She was just about to turn in the direction she'd pointed at the motel, and had just taken her first step, when Aiden's words pulled her back. Evie's head cocked a little to the side, eyes bright and shining and earnest as she answered shyly, "I've always known you cared for me, Aiden. Things have always been the same, at least for me." She gave him a small smile, trying to be assuring that nothing had changed or would change, but before she could be doubtful over her own words, Aiden had swooped her up into his arms and - as always - she melted into him quite instantaneously. There was always just something about Aiden and his warmth and his strength; Evie had never felt safer anywhere else but in his arms.
Automatically, as she had done every other time Aiden had embraced her, she turned her head to rest her cheek on his chest, her arms tucked in and trapped comfortably between their bodies. Her eyes closed automatically, instinctively accepting being protected. Evie could stay like this for days - in fact, she had been in the safe cocoon of Aiden's care and warmth since she had known him, more literally the past few days while they'd been travelling. She could never get tired of him. Her eyelashes fluttered as Aiden moved, jostling her comfortable position, but Evie was never one to protest, especially as Aiden's lips touched hers again. That was a whole new sensation, and one she could definitely get lost in.
Her eyes finally opened when Aiden pulled away, and her cheeks were still warm and pink. A bit flustered again, Evie pulled away, mentally scolding herself as she fought to focus on the evening ahead. Aiden was right, it was time to think about what to do now. She went through her checklist, cataloguing their few belongings and wondering if they should pass by the little store by the gas station for necessities. Would the motel think oddly of her request for a first aid kit? She had seen the eyes of the clerk at their last motel lingering on her bruises, a concerned look on her face as she worriedly eyed Aiden. Evie had rushed to assure her that Aiden had been protectingp her, but the clerk hadn't looked convinced. Perhaps it would be easier to get their necessities before they holed up for the night... Biting her lip, Evie glanced at the shop. "Should we get food before we go to the motel?"
Evie wasn't sure if the Roman girl was just being polite or if she genuinely wanted to hear the story about the chihuahua, but to be quite honest, Evie didn't really ponder too much about things like that. Instead, she sank gratefully into the neutral topic, smiling slightly at the other girl as she started her story, trying not to get rambly like she often did when she was talking with her other friends. "Well, he was so cute and tiny and he looked adorable and, well, dogs are usually always nice and sweet when they're just walking, right?" At least, Evie always thought so. She liked to think she wasn't stupid enough to ask to pet a dog that was actively pulling against the leash or had an aggressive vibe, you know? "So I go up to him and lean down and was about to pet the cute puppy -- and even if the chihuahua had been an aggressive type, I mean, I'm bigger than them, right? My grandma always said spiders were more scared of me than I was of them because I was bigger than them, so there was no way the puppy was going to really hurt me too much -- but it wasn't a real puppy!"
As she got into her story, Evie had sat herself down comfortably on the floor next to the Roman demigod's bed, eyes sparkling a little more as she continued. "It was actually this huge thing that Aiden told me was a chimaera - and it was nasty. It got Aiden good on the arm -- oh, Aiden's my -- he's a son of Ares. Or Mars? I think you'd like him, he's into weapons, too." The slightest hint of a blush appeared on Evie's cheeks as she glanced down. She didn't even know what to call Aiden - any label seemed insufficient for her true feelings for the male demigod. "Anyway, we came together from New York, and thank the gods that he did; I'm pretty sure he's the only reason I'm still here and alive in one piece to tell this story." No 'pretty sure' about it, either; while Evie liked to think she wasn't completely hopeless, there was no denying that she wouldn't have survived at all if it hadn't been for the son of Ares.
Evie's initial excitement that had bubbled as she'd told the story slowly subsided. "So yeah, anyway. Nearly got eaten to death by a chihuahua. But we're lucky that we made it this far without getting seriously injured." Her voice trailed off at the end, tugging nervously at her sleeve as her mind drifted towards the others that hadn't made it, or had come in with worse stories than their own. At least she'd had Aiden; a lot of the other Greek demigods didn't have a protector.
Thankfully, though the Roman demigod introduced herself, and the other girl's voice pulled Evie out of the sudden downwards turn of her mood. With an encouraged smile, Evie leaned forwards slightly, glad that Ena was engaging her in conversation. "Wow," she breathed, not sardonic or sarcastic in the least about how cool she thought Ena was. "Second cohort - that's only for like powerful demigods, right? And first are for the super elite? That's so awesome." Evie had no doubt she'd have made it to the absolute bottom last cohort if she'd been Roman. Aiden would have had no problems going straight to first or second, she was sure.
As Ena offered to answer any questions Evie might have, the Greek demigod bit on her bottom lip slightly, unsure if Ena was just being nice and also unsure about which question to ask first. While Evie didn't want to bother Ena, to be fair the Roman demigod had offered... Evie had never taken any of the Romans' hostility as a personal insult against herself, and had just chalked it up to general mood towards the Greeks. Now that one of them was offering a potential olive branch, Evie couldn't not take it. "Well... I don't want to bother you or be a pain so, you don't have to really tell me about all the details, but... What's it like, having cohorts and marching drills and mandatory combat training?" It was perhaps too vague a question, but truly, Evie had actually already tried to narrow it down a bit. What she really wanted to know was what it was like to live in the legion - a life that she would now have to learn for herself.
Evie had mixed emotions about their predicament. On one hand, she completely understood that Aiden was tired and hurting from the bite and it would probably be better for him to call it for the evening and just rest. They didn't have ambrosia, but surely a few hours of safety now wouldn't go amiss, especially considering how they'd been running all day, hardly stopping for the last couple of weeks. On the other hand, if they were as close as Evie was hoping they were, wouldn't it be better to just get the journey over with in one last burst of willpower, get to assured safety, and have ambrosia to actually treat Aiden's injury? The indecision nearly split Evie with worry.
The female demigod nodded slightly to acknowledge Aiden's words; it was a little easier to hold back her tears now that Aiden had asked her not to, as well as having a solid and more immediate plan than 'let's keep going'. She ran her fingers through her hair briefly as her mind scrambled to remember if they had already passed by a motel - Evie did vaguely remember a building about ten minutes back, but she hadn't remembered to check if they had a Vacancy sign up. She was berating herself about not paying more attention to their surroundings when Aiden spoke again, telling her he loved her and Evie was so surprised, she forgot she had been thinking of something serious and important to help Aiden and his injury.
Looking up from her study of his injury, Evie's eyes met Aiden's. As she saw him look at her nervously, she stood frozen, not sure if she had just misheard him or if he hadn't actually meant to say he loved her - maybe he'd meant to say he loved her effort and had just missed to say the last word and she wasn't going to freak out about that because there was no way in heck that Aiden could love her, right? Evie Prestons: quiet, shy, unclaimed girl lost amongst the crowd of Hermes kids and other strong, powerful demigods like Aiden himself. He couldn't have meant it, surely?
And then he had stepped forwards and kissed her on the lips and Evie was pretty sure she'd died and gone to the Underworld. It was a short and fleeting moment, but the shock of it sent tendrils of lightning through her blood; if she had ever been in doubt about her own feelings for Aiden before (and she never had been), there was no denying it now. There was only one boy who would ever have her heart, and he was standing before her, worrying after her again. Her brain wiped completely blank of everything, including how to actually move her body, Evie only stared at Aiden even as he pulled away, blinking like an owl, before the whole three-second event crashed over her like a wave and she blushed furiously.
Eyes shining, Evie ducked her head and fiddled with her hair, feeling all too shy but also just wanting to get close to Aiden again. "Eat. Rest. Right." Gods, could she get even more embarrassing? She chanced a glance up to Aiden again, and upon finding him still looking at her, began looking around wildly for that motel she had thought she had seen. She gestured vaguely where she thought she saw the sign, stealing more glances at the son of Ares beside her, before shyly saying in a soft voice, "I love you, too, you know. I always have." And miraculously, she didn't trip as she took half a step to place a gentle kiss on Aiden's cheek, too shy to go for the lips herself.
When Evie heard the story of how the Roman demigod got her injury, her nose scrunched a little. It sounded very painful and violent, and Evie felt even more alienated by the fact that this was just a normal day at camp for the legionnaires. Granted, a lot of punishments for severe transgressions in Camp Half-Blood was only met with no dessert for a week, but she couldn't remember anyone having a broadsword thrown at them before. Maybe the accidental arrow-in-the-thigh from one of the Apollo kids, or an Ares camper accidentally swiping someone open with a sword. Was there just something wrong with demigods in general that these were considered "average"?
As Evie sat herself down near the legionnaire, ambrosia taken from her fingers and eaten, the other girl snapped at her to stop apologising. It was a common enough thing; a lot of people often told Evie to stop saying sorry. Like a fool, though, Evie's automatic response was to start apologising again. "Sor..." Remembering what the girl had just said, Evie bit down on her lip top stop herself from saying it just as the legionnaire took over putting pressure on her own wound, dismissing Evie. It was fair enough, Evie knew how much it could be annoying that she always kept saying sorry - but it wasn't as though she could help it. She was sorry that she wasn't a proper healer, and that she hadn't been able to help the wounded demigod as much as either of them would have liked. But repeating it now seemed pointless, so instead Evie went back to her seat by the window, although she kept her back to the outside. She wouldn't be caught slacking off her duties, even though she'd been waved away from helping for now.
As the girl started talking to her about none of it had been her fault, Evie only listened, her eyes on the other legionnaire. Sometimes, she wished she was as brave as this girl, because then that would mean she'd be able to defend herself and defend Aiden if she needed to. She already would do anything if it meant Aiden would be safe, but it would be nice to have the ability to match the ambition. And Evie sort of understood that it hadn't been her fault the legionnaire had ended up in the infirmary, anyway. But still, the girl lived to appease others, to heal their hurts, to be nice to them. She was meant to be as light a burden as possible. Not apologising didn't make sense to her - she was sorry to see the legionnaire in this state, she was sorry to hear that she'd gotten hit in the head by a broadsword. That was just how Evie was.
Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as the legionnaire switched to ask her a question, Evie gulped before nodding slightly. "We only got here two days ago, there was an incident with a chihuahua... Anyway." Evie tried her best not to ramble, trying to keep her story as succinct as possible. She didn't want to apologise again for boring the legionnaire or taking up too much of her time or making her talk too much. "I'm... unclaimed, for now? But everyone back at -- I mean, all of the Hermes kids think I'll be a child of Apollo, so. I thought I'd help out a bit in here, considering this is probably where I'll end up." Evie's tone wasn't pessimistic nor unhappy - it was just a statement of fact. "I'm Evie, by the way."
The peaceful afternoon was shattered by the sound of someone's heavy steps making their way into the infirmary, but before Evie could even jump up and call the healer, a very grumpy demigod with a bad head injury stumbled in. Even if Evie hadn't met every single demigod at Camp Half-Blood, she would have known this one was a Roman purely because of the heavy sort of anger coming from the other girl. Admittedly, the head injury was probably plenty reason enough to validate the other camper's mood and attitude, though, so Evie only mumbled a, "Sorry, sorry, I'm not, I'm just--"
But before she could continue to explain further, the healer on duty came forwards. He was a Roman and so was a lot calmer than Evie had been at the sight of all the blood. Then again, an actual healer from Camp Half-Blood would probably have been the same - collected, rational, not shocked frozen at the sight of a head injury. Evie chastised herself for not being a better daughter of Apollo. Was this the reason why the sun god hadn't yet claimed her? Because she hadn't proven herself a good enough demigod or a good enough healer or a good enough child of his? She sent another mental prayer of apology to Apollo, before focusing on the patient as the healer moved around the injured legionnaire.
At the snapped command of ambrosia and bandages, Evie scurried off, her black hair flying at the speed she ran towards the supply cabinet. Carefully but trying to move as quickly as she could, Evie gathered what she'd been ordered, before rushing back to the healer's side, thankful that she hadn't tripped on the way over. Her eyes were wide as she took in the sight - from this angle, there was a lot more blood, bright red splashed across the girl's face and hair. She dimly remembered something about head injuries looking worse than they were, but all Evie could think about was how much it had to hurt. Numbly, she tried to pass the supplies to the healer, but he only glared at her as he moved to check the legionnaire wasn't going into shock.
Right, she was supposed to be helping, too. Trying not to let her empathy for the other camper get to her, Evie knelt down beside her to hold the clean cloth to the cut, applying pressure on the injury even as she offered an ambrosia square to the Roman demigod. If this were Camp Half-Blood, Evie would have actually just dropped the ambrosia straight into the patient's mouth, but considering the Romans were a little less welcoming towards her, she figured she'd give the Roman girl the choice to retain her dignity. "Sorry," she murmured again, keeping the pressure on the wound and hoping she was doing an alright job of it.
The Romans barely tolerated her in their infirmary, but Evie was never the kind of person who could sit around, twiddling her thumbs, when there were people she could be helping. If that meant putting up with grumpy Roman legionnaires who regarded her with suspicion as she handed band-aids or bandages or ran to fetch potions from children of Trivia... Evie didn't mind in the least. She wasn't going to let their bad mood affect her desire to help. Besides, Aiden was resting, and Evie didn't particularly feel like going anywhere without him - at least she'd be helpful in the infirmary.
The building was quiet that afternoon, though. Evie watched the sun setting outside the window as she perched herself on a seat. The healer had told her to go find something else to do, but Evie didn't mind waiting a bit longer in case an injured demigod came through the door. Tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear, Evie wistfully looked out into her new home, her new sanctuary. It was strange to think that everything she had once known had been left behind in the rubble of her old camp. Well, at least not everything, her mind wandering back to Aiden like it always did. She would be going to check up on him in a little bit before dinner.
Lost in her thoughts, chin resting on her open palm, Evie daydreamed peacefully, waiting for the sun to lower and the comfort of her new evening routine. Everything would be fine, now that they were here in Camp Jupiter, even if the Romans were a bit sharper and meaner than the demigods back home. Evie just had to keep out of their way as much as possible, and she was sure they would be fine with her presence, eventually.
Aiden's hand was warm against her cheek, and Evie practically sank into the comfort the son of Ares provided. Even that quick, simple touch of her face, followed by the gentle travel of his fingers to her hair, warmed her heart and her body like she'd just drank a big cup of hot cocoa on a cold winter's day. He had always been able to affect her with the simplest gestures, the slightest touch or the quickest glance or the smallest smile. Evie didn't know when Aiden had become such a big part of her life that his mere presence soothed her soul, but she had long since accepted the fact that she had fallen in love with him and she couldn't imagine her life without him.
She bit on her lower lip as she debated whether to tell Aiden the truth, that she couldn't continue on tonight, but she warred within herself, the other part of her telling her she shouldn't slow down. If they weren't far, then it might just be worth it to continue on; maybe they would reach their destination by tomorrow morning and then they could crash in a safe bed without fear of monsters lurking when they woke up. And Evie wouldn't have to feel so guilty about Aiden spending money on her; that was his, he shouldn't have to do it to put them up in hotels because of her.
Before she could reply, though, Aiden shifted his arm and looked at the bite from the chimaera. It looked painful and ugly on his skin, and Evie's anxiety shot up again at the sight of it, just like every other time she'd seen it. The guilt manifested itself, churning her stomach into knots - if she hadn't been so stupid and tried to get closer to the chihuahua, Aiden wouldn't have had to swoop in and save her and gotten bit in the process. Evie's lower lip trembled as she fought the tears back - she would not make Aiden feel worse or uncomfortable because she couldn't keep in the waterworks.
Gentle fingers reached forwards to carefully grasp the limb around the injury, watching her grip so she wasn't pressing down any harder than she needed to. "It looks bad, Aiden," she whispered, not trusting her voice not to break in the middle of her sentence. "Maybe we should keep moving until we get to wherever we need to be - surely they'll have ambrosia, right? I think that's the only thing that can heal it." While Evie may have sounded only a bit worried, internally the girl was pushing for her powers to activate. Everyone at Camp Half-Blood thought she would be a daughter of Apollo, and Apollo healed, right?
A little furrow appeared between her brows as she concentrated, trying to find anything, any tendril of power or invisible switch within her to summon the healing powers that she desperately hoped she had. On top of that, Evie sent out very loud mental prayers for the god to help her. It had to work, right? It just had to. Evie's lips turned down at the corners as she watched the wound, praying it would change and get better.
A part of Evie still hoped that they could have befriended the chihuahua before he'd grown to become a snarling chimaera in the space of ten seconds, but that part was buried under layers of must survive and must escape. At the end of the day, the chihuahua was a chimaera, and there wasn't really anything that could be done about it.
Her long dark hair was messy and had random bits of twigs in it from when she and Aiden had had to run through a little copse of trees in the park. They were getting close to the tunnel that was the entrance to their new sanctuary, according to the map, and Evie really did want to reach it. She knew it would be better if they kept walking-slash-running through the night; the faster they got to safety, the better. She knew all this, of course, but the knowledge didn't help her tired legs or her burning lungs or the stitch in her side. Despite all the training she'd been put through at Camp Half-Blood, Evie was still weaker and less athletic than most of the other demigods.
Panting, the girl slowed as they reached a gas station. She bent over forwards, hands on her knees, as she fought to catch her breath. The harsh light from the store reflected poorly against her wan face and tired eyes. At least they could top up here for a little. Burning with shame, she looked apologetically at Aiden. "I'm sorry to hold you back," she murmured, eyes liquid blue and soft with exhaustion. "I'm really trying. Maybe we can get some rest here for a sec? I think we can make it through to the tunnel tonight - how far away are we now?"
No matter how close Aiden said it was, it would still be a struggle for Evie, she knew, but she would still try. Other demigods had made this journey and survived, and so would she. And for sure, she wouldn't allow anything to happen to Aiden, not when he'd looked after her and protected her the entire way there. For him, more than anyone or anything else, for him, Evie would suffer through the stabbing pain in her chest where her lungs complained and through all the complaints her body yelled at her, telling her to stop. She would look after Aiden as much as she could, as much as he had looked after her, because of course she was going to do that for him. Even if that meant walking all night to get to the tunnel, she would do it; getting them to safety was the only way she could help him now.
[ SWEET ] - pretty much the first word most people would use to describe evie is 'sweet'. she's very soft and soulful and shy, and she loves love. she's quite empathic, and she has never lost her temper at anyone or anything. because of this, she tends to avoid crowds, loud people, and bullies. evie has a bit of a sensitive disposition, and she's easily affected by other people's moods. as much as possible, evie will try to help anyone and everyone. she is one hundred percent the kind of person who will irritate others because she'll say 'sorry' after being told to stop saying sorry. [break][break] [ NAIVE ] - because this girl was raised by her religious mortal grandparents, evie doesn't know a lot about the world, and many things have been sugarcoated to keep her innocence. this has made her fairly optimistic; even though she might not always say it out loud, but evie always hopes for the best possible outcome. she's not completely stupid and expects it to be, but still she hopes. she's a firm believer in prayer, even if the gods she prays to aren't really the ones her mortal religious grandparents expect her to, especially since learning of her heritage as a demigod. [break][break] [ CARING ] - evie cares. a lot. about everyone and everything. she's got a bit of a bleeding heart syndrome. she will gladly give away the shoes from her feet if she sees someone needs it more. she can't ever leave people behind, or she can't stand seeing people hurt, emotionally or physically. she always puts herself as last in her list of priorities, and this often means she can be a bit of a pushover. she spent most of her high school years being jostled in hallways (during which she'd be the one to apologise) and being taunted by some of the meaner kids. [break][break] [ TRUSTING ] - despite the few bad experiences she's had in her life, though, evie obstinately tries to see the best in everyone. this can come across as patronising to some people who think she's being sarcastic, but evie genuinely believes everyone can reach their fullest potential. when a person apologies to her, no matter how bad an offense might have been, evie forgives them and truly believes they can be better people. she has not yet had someone really break her trust, so she's had no reason to not be trusting of everyone. [break][break] [ HARDWORKER ] - her soft appearance and personality can lead people to think that evie is afraid to get her hands dirty, but that's an incorrect assumption. evie is actually a hard worker - she gets into chores or cleaning or even combat training (even though she believes it should be a last resort, especially for herself). she exercises, climbs the ropes at camp half-blood, and even helps with injured campers in any way that she can. evie is not afraid or shy of working, and she enjoys the idea of self-improvement. however, she's not competitive in the least, and believes everyone is entitled to progress at their own pace.
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[ MOTHER ] - darlene prestons, mortal[break] [ FATHER ] - hypnos, god of sleep[break][break] Claimed: No[break] Years at camp: Two[break][break] darlene prestons, you crazy woman. your religious parents never quite understood what went wrong with how they raised you. they were always polite, sweet - maybe not so open-minded, but they believed in something greater than them. you, meanwhile, never believed in much of anything. your entire life was a lesson in escapism, from the school you never graduated to the house you never stayed in to the family you abandoned. all you ever wanted to do was get out, even though you didn't really know what you wanted to get out of. maybe everything. [break][break] that's how he found you, you know, during one of your lulls in your party life style, crashing at the house of some friend of a friend of a friend. sleep was all you wanted, and sleep was all he gave. there's a certain peace in oblivion, in turning your back on having a functioning mind to surrender to the sweet kiss of nothingness. he stayed with you and you drowned in his influence. you never even spared a thought to your poor parents who were stuck at home wondering and worrying where you might have gone. you never much cared for anything. [break][break] when your little girl was born nine months later, you left her in the house you grew up in with the people you couldn't stand. she was just a blip in your existence, a consequence from a mistake that you easily solved: leave her behind just like you'd left everyone else behind. you didn't care about her before she was born, and you sure as heck didn't care for her after. you could barely even remember the guy; he was just some dream of a dream from ages ago, and she was just the bad aftermath. like the world's worst, longest hangover. it's a miracle you even bore her; maybe there's still some of that religious little girl in you, after all, no matter how much you wanted to erase her from identity. [break][break] without you in her life, your little girl grew up in a stable household, even if she had to call the adults in the house grandma and grandpa instead of mommy. they attended every show and tell, every graduation, every parent teacher interview. they were there for all her ups and downs, and they both prayed that she wouldn't turn out anything like you. they could have so easily abandoned her, could have easily just shaken their heads and told themselves they'd done all of this once already and look how it had paid them back. they could have turned you away, turned her away, but they forgave and forgot, and instead hoped and prayed. and that was how evie was raised. [break][break] nothing particularly special would happen to her, although you certainly never cared enough to check in. she looked funny to you; odd, bizarre, strange. haunting. she reminded you of a younger, more innocent you, seeing your own face on hers, seeing your own once-hopeful eyes in her own, and soft curly dark hair so much like yours had been when you'd been looking after it. you hated seeing the memory of what could have been, and so you avoided her like the plague. you hardly spared a thought for her. but it didn't matter, because she had an idyllic life and it didn't matter if it wasn't decorated in gold stars or detention notes; evie was perfectly happy with her average story. [break][break] that was, until a monster chased her out of her school and it was your grandparents who had to fret about what would happen to her because you made some choices you didn't even remember making. would you have cared if your child had been mauled by some cyclops when she was all of fifteen years old? probably not. you hardly cared about her at all. but i guess we'll never know, considering you never did know, and your own parents never even spared a thought about you because all they could think about was her. [break][break] luckily, she'd befriended a satyr at her school, someone who had known and had cared about her. he was the one who introduced himself to your parents, and told them about who evie's dad could be. pity you weren't around for that conversation, and your parents decided never to tell you. look at that: a god! you had actually bagged a real-life greek mythological being, and you were hardly lucid enough to remember his face. pathetic. [break][break] you didn't know it, but your daughter was brought to a camp with other people like her, about to live a life that you couldn't even begin to imagine. she watched kids with fire powers and water powers and lightning powers and gods-danged magic, and she sat shy and almost forgotten in the biggest cabin of them all. no one claimed her, you know. some of the kids, they wanted to be nice to this sweet girl with sad eyes and they told her her father's got to be apollo. but who were you to argue? you definitely couldn't say for sure either way. [break][break] then she met a boy, fierce and powerful and brave and beautiful, and he cared so much. he protected her and looked after her, and she blossomed like a sunflower in his care. he was there for her far more in those first few months of their friendship than you ever were for her entire life, and more's the pity, because evie had grown to become gentle and kind and even if you ever did decide to grovel your way back into her life, she would probably forgive you. her heart was always too good for her body, and definitely far too good for monsters like you. [break][break] if you'd ever cared to check in with your own daughter or your own parents, you would have known that the demigod camp - your daughter's second home and second family - had burned down. she and all the other kids who survived had to trek across the whole dang country to the west coast, the only other safe place for people like them. if you had ever cared to know anything about her, you would probably be surprised to find out that she could fight - only when she had to, of course - and survive and do whatever she needed to live. if you had ever loved her, you would have been happy to know that she of course had her guardian angel right along with her, never once leaving her side. [break][break] but you don't know any of that, do you, darlene prestons? you're absolutely and completely fine in your grand illusion of nothing ever matters, and you're never going to change.
[ HYPNOKINESIS ] - as a daughter of hypnos, evie's main power involve causing other living things to fall asleep. however, as she is unclaimed and doesn't actually know who her father is, her powers are not yet something she knows of or can control. this power will always require touch when she eventually becomes claimed, but can eventually be trained so she can just be close to whoever she is putting to sleep. at the moment, all evie has experienced with this power is petting her cat, who eventually falls asleep in her lap, and giving her grandmother a head massage during her migraine and her grandmother falling asleep afterwards. evie puts it down to her 'magic healing hands', and she's predicted by fellow campers to be a child of apollo. [break][break] weaknesses: future weakness of this power will include lack of distance, and needing more effort and energy to put larger animals or people to sleep. the more powerful a will of a demigod, the less her power will affect them. [break][break] [ DREAMWALKER ] - a minor ability - and one that has helped with the running bet that she'll turn out to be a child of apollo - is that evie can see other people's dreams. this usually occurs when she's physically near them, and they are both asleep - it's like a subtle and accidental form of astral projection. sometimes, other people see her in their dreams, too, but no one would really put that down to her actually being in their mind. evie never likes to talk about what she sees in other people's dreams, instead choosing to subtly or wordlessly help them if they're hurting, or give / do something that would make them happy. [break][break] weaknesses: evie is unable to manipulate anyone's dream at all. she also doesn't always remember what the dreams are about, although the emotions in the dream often stay with her afterwards. physical distance and timing is also a requirement for the power to activate, and it also doesn't happen all the time. even if evie were to become conscious of this power, she would be unable to fully control when to enter other people's dreams.
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