Yes. You read that right. Greece has fallen...or at least the camp that has catered to Greek demigods for over three millennia has fallen. Camp Half-Blood had a traitor in their midst. A traitor with powerful allies who quickly burned the camp to the ground. Some were lost, some killed, and the rest who remained began the long trek across the country to the only place where they might be safe: Camp Jupiter.
Chiron banded what campers they had left, told them of the other camp and sent word to Camp Jupiter pleading for shelter. Chaos now threatens the camp daily with the arrival of new Greek campers to this foreign camp. This camp with strange customs and rules. While on the Roman end the Praetors are forced to hold up a balancing act of providing sanctuary while also trying to find the traitor before their home suffers the same fate as Camp Half-Blood.
New alliances are forged, new enemies are made, and these two worlds have to find some way to work together for the future of them all. Which side are you on? Which position will you take? It's time to jump in the fray because Greece has fallen.
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Morrigan listened silently as Donovan spoke about the people she left behind missing her. A part of her didn't want to think about the prospect that he could be right. That there were people who were grieving her death, or rather, half-death. She was having a hard time swallowing down the knowledge that she had left them, let them all down. The idea that she was also causing them pain was like a stab in her chest to match her gut. Thankfully he had moved right past that with a mention of her being beautiful and it had all but shut down her brain.
Morrigan's cheeks immediately radiated heat and she was certain they were as red as the scarlet on her shirt. She found herself self-consciously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, an awkward chuckle coming from her lips as a distant voice in her head screamed that she was acting like an idiot. She had never once, not in the entirety that she had been alive, cared what any variety of the male species thought of her. Now, in the pits of the underworld a Greek demigod was making her blush. It was maddening, frightening and caused an irritating flutter in the center of her chest that she tried very hard to ignore. "And they told us the Greeks weren't bold." She gave him an amused grin, her eyes glancing over his red cheeks, the sight forcing that fluttering feeling into overdrive.
Conversation turned to the Camp and Morrigan shook her head at the question he asked. "No. It's never happened before. I wouldn't say the Greeks are to blame. My guess is that her father is trying to warn us, to protect our camp from suffering the same fate." She thought back to the moments that led to her being where she was. "It was an accident. She was in the middle of a nightmare or a vision and I had tried waking her out of it. She clearly must have been fighting something though." Her eyes unfocused as she recalled the glint of the blade before it made contact. The feeling of the metal going in and then out, her face giving a small wince in memory. She blinked a few times, forcing herself to come back to the present. To focus on him.
Those blue eyes of his that kept meeting hers. She wasn't one to usually notice physical attributes but she couldn't stop her eyes from meeting his. They were like the sky after a storm. Blue with the barest touch of gray. It eased the homesick feeling, just a bit. She had put her eyes back to the flame when he moved, getting up and walking towards her. Morrigan didn't move a muscle as he took his jacket off, placing it over her shoulders before she could protest. Her mouth did open to protest, her hand hovering to take it off as he spoke again, effectively shutting her brain down once more.
Her hand fell, her mouth closed. If anyone had ever before noticed that she had walls up, they never had the sheer audacity to comment on it. He was utterly and completely right though. They were in the literal underworld. There wasn't a point anymore to keeping her walls up, to guarding her emotions in strict regiment form. They were half-dead, there wasn't too much she needed to be concerned about.
She cleared her throat, "Noted." His jacket smelled like him and she would be lying if she said it wasn't comforting. It was still warm from where he had been wearing it and she felt slightly guilty that he had put it on her instead of using it himself, his hands warming near the flame of the fire. "Thank you. I don't need to have it though. We've trained in colder weather than this, I can take it, if you want it back." That certainly was the truth, she and Dareios liked to train in magically altered conditions, it kept you on your toes, kept you strong.
The conversation turned to how long he had been down here and she watched him carefully. His mouth parted and she watched as he answered her question numbly. A small line appeared between her brows as she watched him put his head in his hands. She was never good at this. Comforting people had never been anything that had come naturally to her. The last time she tried it, the action had sent her to this place. He spoke about losing a month of his life though and she reacted, letting her instincts take over.
Morrigan moved to where he was, sitting down directly next to him. One hand moved to take his hand into hers and the other she softly placed on his cheek to make him look at her. She met his eyes, blue matching blue, "Look at me. Take a deep breath in and out." The hand that she had placed on his cheek moved to his chest, right over his heart, feeling him breathe in and out. "You did something heroic and honorable. Something that not many people could stomach doing. You did it and you are still alive. There is still air in your lungs and the cost was one month." She kept her hand over his heart, "One month is a very small price to pay for the amount of comfort and security that you have given your fellow campers in their last moments." She squeezed his hand gently, "One month, but not another day more. We're going to get out of here. Together, okay?" She leveled her gaze, her eyes all but demanding that he listen to her, "Together."
Morrigan had fully expected Donovan to let it go. It seemed like the only logical thing in her mind. There was no refuting the practical viewpoint that she had based her entire life upon. She loved her camp. She loved New Rome. It was the only place that she had ever had, the only family that she had ever know. She had been shown that sacrifice, loyalty, and honor was the only thing that held it all together and she had gladly signed her name on the line. Emotions complicated things. Romantic relationships complicated things. Her family was her legion and her duty to them was to do whatever she had to do to keep them safe. If that meant she was sometimes on the outside looking in, then so be it.
Morrigan cleared her throat, having to swallow down the lump that was trying to form. "I have half-siblings but I'm not exactly close with them." She trained with them of course, oversaw their first few weeks of arrival, but there were none who she spent time with outside of the legion. Certainly no family dinners or late-night chats. Her mind drifted to her co-praetor. "Dareios is as close as I've got to a friend. He knows my weakness, like I know his and I'm sure there will be a part of him that misses me, but he is a Praetor and his first duty is to the legion, not to mourning me." She wasn't sad at the thought. She felt guilt for leaving at the most paramount time that she was needed, but no sadness that she would not be mourned. "And lovers?" She gave a small chuckle.
There had been a few males over the years, before she was made praetor that she had spent a night or two with but nothing more. There were no love letters or sweet nothings whispered in ears. "Do you honestly think a lot of guys want to hit on the most powerful female in camp?" It wasn't a flex. She and Dareios occupied the single most authoritative and powerful seats in camp. Occasionally, New Rome as well. In her experience, guys tended to find her position and godly power intimidating and as far as appealing as one could get.
Donovan brought up Kade and Morrigan shook her head. "She didn't do it on purpose. She's our Auger. Since the arrival of the Greeks she's been plagued with visions. I foolishly interrupted one of them and well…here we are." She didn't want to think about Kade. She didn't know her as well as she should, but she knew enough to know that the girl was kind and caring. She was probably drowning in guilt, an idea Morrigan couldn't let herself think of. She only nodded in response to the ichor. She hoped he was right, that he knew what he was doing. She didn't want to think about what would happen if he didn't.
He gave a soft smile, remarking that it was still nice to meet her despite their surroundings and she found herself meeting his gaze. How he could remain so positive in a situation so clearly uphill was beyond her. She found herself wondering if maybe it was due to his parentage. The fire cast shadows upon his features and she let herself find his blue eyes for just a moment more before looking away.
Her hands felt useless in her lap and she tried not to think of it too much when his voice cut through her thoughts. "Oh, I…" She didn't quite know exactly what to say as he spoke about her powers returning. She had hoped she wasn't that easy to read and felt a small tinge of heat coming to her cheeks. She hadn't felt powerless in a very long time and hated the feeling of it creeping in now. She watched him move to a pack and pull something out, her eyebrows raising as he brought out a dagger, holding the hilt out to her. She met his eyes as he said the words so nonchalantly, "at least it's something."
Morrigan leaned over and took the weapon carefully. The weight was solid. It wasn't as sharp as she liked to keep her pugio but to her, in that moment, it was worth more than all of the gold in New Rome. She didn't have the words to say. She had never had someone do anything like that before. See her insecurity, her fear and address it without judgement, rebuke or turning it into a lesson. He had…taken care of her. No one took care of her. She didn't need anyone to take care of her. She and Dareios would occasionally do favors for one another of course, grab a muffin for the other, small little things but nothing as deeply personal as this. Not only had this boy seen how uncomfortable and dammingly afraid she was without her powers or protection but he corrected it while the action put him in a more vulnerable spot. She met his eyes, a very unfamiliar softness in her face, "Thank you."
He asked if she was warm and she was thankful to move past what had just happened. She nodded, "I'm fine." She was cold of course, but that had never bothered her. She was used to training in the night, in the freezing cold and rain. The worst the conditions, the better the training would be. Little things like discomfort didn't matter much to her any more.
She moved her attention back to him as he spoke of his camp. He asked how long that might have been and she put the tip of the blade into the ground, next to her crossed legs so she could grab it immediately if she needed it. "Camp Half-Blood was attacked four weeks ago. We began receiving your campers at our borders not long after that." She looked over him, he didn't appear to be running down so to speak which she couldn't fathom. She had been here a mere hours and felt like she was already losing her grip. "Are any of your half-siblings here?" She hadn't thought about any of the children of Pluto possibly being down here. She wasn't even sure how she would go about reaching them or if they even came to the shores.
Morrigan glanced once and only once at his eyes as they got in the cave, as the two of them both seemed to notice that they were still holding hands. She never made an effort to pull away and he hadn't either. She slowly let the breath that she had been holding out. Thankful that she wasn't the only one needing some reassurance from another mortal. And it was just that. She had read books about ancient leaders and fighters. There were countless entries of ancient journals that recorded how generals and soldiers survived while captured by the enemy. Nine times out of ten it was because someone else was there with them that they knew. They had a tether to their old life and that bit of companionship, no matter how small the exchange that they were afforded was, could keep a person sane. She didn't know him and he wasn't even of the same roman lineage as her, but he was a mortal and down in this awful realm of shadows and suffering, it was enough.
The guy began speaking and Morrigan listened silently, opening her mouth to retort as he brought up her father but closed it again when he answered his own question. He ended his speech by saying every life was special and she gave a short humorless laugh. "Maybe on your side of the fence but the harsh reality on mine is that no one is special. There are countless demigods out there with a thousand similar gifts and there will be countless more when they are gone. Are people unique? Sure. Special? Not a chance." She lived in the world of black and white. Numbers and assets. She protected the legion not by getting close to others and becoming their best friend. No, she protected them by weighing odds and making choices that were for the betterment of all and she couldn't do that if she let herself think or focus on the needs of one.
She let her eyes focus on the floor as she collected her thoughts. "If my father came down her personally I can only imagine it was because my life wasn't supposed to end like this. At the end of a friend's blade because of some nightmare."
Morrigan had made peace long ago that she would more than likely die in service to Rome. Praetors didn't usually have to worry about retirement funds. She was fine with that kind of ending. She was not fine with dying from a stupid mistake. She wasn't mad at Kade. It wasn't the girl's fault. If anything it only instilled that she shouldn't have bothered her. She shouldn't have intruded and placed her hand upon the other girl. She had thought it was helping, but clearly she was not meant to be one of those emotionally vulnerable people. Take this as a lesson, she told herself.
Her thoughts were pulled away as the guy's lips tilted upwards in a small smile. He replied in her same tone about finding the right one and she found herself about to retort something back when he gave her hand a gentle squeeze. The act was an intimate gesture, a small act of comradery that she wasn't exactly used to. Hugging was not a thing in her family. Even when she trained with her siblings there wasn't a whole lot of friendly physical touching. The act was foreign and yet not wholly unwelcomed.
Before she could even begin to sort out the feeling that it brought up though, her brain was very quick to remind her about that lessons being learned thought that she had previously established. Morrigan was pulling her hand away as he had removed his as well. She cleared her throat, "Well, I would say nice to meet you, but I don't think there's anything nice about this place."
He lit a small fire, the room alight from the flame and she glanced around as he spoke. There was a sleeping bag and a few other things. She found herself wondering how long he had been here. He motioned for her to join him and she slowly walked over. Morrigan sat across from him, the small fire giving off a nice heat. She found herself instinctively flexing her hands to cause the wind to pick up, the fire to get larger but of course nothing happened. She tried not to show how unnerved that made her, putting her hands in her lap. She instead moved her attention to him, sincerity in her features as she spoke. "Thank you. For helping me out there." She was quickly reminded of his part of the exit that they were hoping to accomplish and she tilted her head slightly, "How long have you been down here?"
The stranger began talking quickly, asking her to come with him and Morrigan had tried to collect her thoughts. Unfortunately, she didn't have much time to think about her rational options because a bloodcurdling scream echoed in the air around them. Her eyes widened. She wasn't certain, she currently couldn't actually be certain of anything at the moment. But she was almost sure that she had heard that scream before. She had been eleven and the creature that had emitted that scream had almost taken her life. It had taken the mortal one at least from her, though that hadn't been much of a life at all anyway. This time she had no powers for defense.
Donovan began talking, defending his father's heritage and she was little taken aback. Her encounters with Greeks thus far had been wholly disappointing. None of them had shown any kind of fire in their belly. He spoke about death honestly and earnestly and had she not been a literal mortal teetering on the edges of life and death she might have taken the rant a little easier. Instead she found herself focusing on the fact he brought up about this realm not exactly being his fathers. "Point taken."
As she had placed her palm against his, his eyes met hers. It seemed like an odd thing to do, but she had needed to do it. She needed to feel his skin against hers and know that she wasn't alone, that maybe he was telling the truth. His eyes were earnest, but she had seen enough to know that innocent eyes could hide a whole lot of terrible things behind them.
She pulled her hand away and he frowned. She had thought that he would give her some short answer that didn't truly answer anything, but instead he had spoken things that made her heart feel like it was going to stop entirely. Her eyes had widened again in shock as he spoke about her. Things that she found constricting, terrifying and impossible. The only solace in her trusting him being that without her he was stuck. That made sense to the daughter of Jupiter. The sense of doing something for something in return. The rest of it though? Not a chance.
Morrigan's mind still had not formed a reply as Donovan extended his hand to her, urging her to run as the shriek got closer. She numbly reacted, letting her body take over while her brain continued to process it all. Her hand found his and they began running. A cave broke off, seemingly out of nowhere. Had she been alone she would have missed it entirely. The son of Thanatos led her in and she waited until it was quiet before speaking, her mind running wild. "Look, I'm just a Praetor. One of two. There's a whole legion full of children of Jupiter. I'm not…." she couldn't find the words. "I'm not anything special."
She didn't say the words with pity or heartbreak. No, they were genuine and honest. There was nothing extra-special she brought to the table. Did her heart break at the thought of leaving them all? Of course, but she wasn't their only hope. She wasn't the only one who was powerful or strong. She was a number. Simple as that. There was no search party that needed to come drag her out of here. If she had to put money on it, she would say the camp had already moved on. Filled her position with a temporary Praetor and carried on as easily as if she had died in battle. They literally ran scenarios of this very thing. She hadn't thought she would be here so soon, but as he said before, they all ended up here eventually.
She looked down and realized that she was still holding his hand. She knew she should probably pull hers away, but a much larger part called for her to enjoy the tiniest bit of feeling like a normal mortal again, so she remained with her hand clasping his. "Are you sure you found the right half-dead, half-alive child of Jupiter?" The sarcasm had been as much as she could muster at the moment. The humor not quite reaching her eyes.
Morrigan's senses were on high alert. She hadn't felt this way since she had left for camp. So helpless and alone. It was sickening and terrifying, the emotions threatening to pull her under if she allowed them an inch. She was utterly and completely alone. There was no wolf here to guide her. There was no legion behind her. There was no Dareios who had her back. She was alone in the darkness, facing a fate that she refused to give into. Morrigan felt someone brace a hand against her and she had spun to face whoever it was. Fully expecting to see another shadowy figure encouraging her to step towards the edge.
Her hands had grabbed for her spatha and gripped air, the action causing her to swallow hard. She tried to summon lightening and energy but nothing came to her defense. It seemed they too had abandoned her. With her heartbeat racing she met the eyes of the stranger who had approached. Alone. Utterly alone. She was a little taken aback to see not a specter but a guy who appeared as corporeal as herself. He put his hands in the air and she kept her distance, weight balanced on the balls of her feet so she could lunge and fight if she needed to.
He continued speaking and she found herself having a hard time concentrating on the words that he was saying over the sound of her blood pulsing in her ears, the pressure in her chest that was telling her that it was game over. That she had already let them all down, one little step on a boat wouldn't matter much. Her eyes glanced to where the boat had been.
"Morrigan."
Her name came from his lips, cutting through the thoughts that were bouncing around inside her head. She met his eyes, silently listening as he said she was on the edge of living and death. That thought bleakly giving her an ounce of hope.
He gave her his name, mentioning his parentage and offering to help her out of this realm. Morrigan gave a short humorless laugh. Thanatos. Greek. As if there would be another option greeting her in the underworld. Had she truly been so awful?
"Oh I'm sure a child of a Greek god of death has nothing but the purest of intentions in helping a Roman child of Jupiter escape from his father's realm." He didn't make a move against her and she knew she had no real chance of standing against him if he did. If he truly was who he said he was, his powers were very much intact while hers were non-existent. He spoke of her father and she didn't let her guard down until he showed her the vial.
Godly ichor glowed inside the small glass. She might have brought up the fact that it could be from any godly form, including his father, but she could feel her father's power inside. She could sense the blood that called to her own. Her rigid stance faltered, the tightness in her shoulders easing just the tiniest bit. He held his hand up. His solid form that appeared to match her own. Morrigan didn't say a word before she moved, immediately closing the distance and putting her hand against his. Solid form meeting solid form. His hand warm against hers.
She closed her eyes, for just a second, letting the relief calm her. She wasn't alone. She had never been one who enjoyed touching in the mortal world. She shied away from hugs and side-stepped high fives. She wasn't the kind who found comfort in embracing. As she stood in the darkness of the underworld however, with this other mortal her only tether to the mere idea of seeing her world again, she didn't want to pull away. She didn't want to pull her hand from his and risk him vanishing. Risk him disappearing and finding out that this was all some sort of terrible punishment.
She swallowed hard, steeling herself before forcing herself to move her hand from his. He remained in front of her and she sent a silent prayer in thanks, though she didn't dwell on questioning whether any of the gods could hear her anymore. Her voice was skeptic as she watched him. "Why? Why do you want to help me?"
Morrigan's eyes had found the ceiling of the infirmary before they closed, the world growing hazy. As she opened them, the infirmary's ceiling was nowhere to be seen. In fact, there wasn't much to be seen at all. A line creased between her brows as she tried to figure out where she was exactly. Her senses were slow to wake. It was dark, alarmingly dark, but not enough to hinder her vision exactly. It was almost as if the night wasn't lit by the bright moon anymore, but instead was buried under a haze of murky darkness farther down below it. It was cold, chillingly cold, but her arms didn't have chill bumps. It was a cold that went deeper than mere temperature.
She looked around and that was when she noticed the sounds edging into her hearing. Crying. Wailing. She turned sharply and walked hesitantly towards the noises. A few feet away, she noticed a group of people, sort of. Their forms wavered and changed the more she looked at them. It seemed to be a constant rotation of people. They were getting on a boat, traveling down a murky river that was… Morrigan stumbled forward as her legs gave out. The memories of what happened crashing into her head.
She looked down to where her shirt was torn, the area around the wound a dark crimson. She touched the spot on her shirt but her hand came away fine, no wound to be had anymore. The only thing keeping her from breaking down being that she was corporeal, as corporeal as she supposed one could be down here. Her image was not a flickering mirage of shape and shadow. She was still a solid form.
Morrigan stifled a scream, held back tears before she forced herself to breathe. To breathe and to think. She was in the Underworld, but that didn't necessarily mean she had died, right? She tried to remember all of the heroes in every tale that had ever been told to her about traveling to the underworld but her brain wouldn't cooperate. All she could think about was the legion. All of her thoughts centered on leaving people who needed her. Leaving the very people who she had sworn to protect with her life. A life that had apparently been taken away from her by a bad dream. It didn't seem real. She tried pinching herself but her skin was numb. She tried waking herself up but nothing was working. One of the specters turned towards her and motioned her forward and Morrigan shook her head.
She began walking backwards, refusing to be near the boat, refusing to join the legion of the dead. No. She was a child of Rome, the daughter of Jupiter, Praetor of the twelfth legion fulminata. She would not casually get onto the boat and render her life over. Morrigan backpedaled further and further until she hit something, immediately turning to face what she had ran into sharply. Her eyes narrowed, her hand instinctively going for the spatha that wasn't there anymore.
Morrigan was exhausted. Every day seemed to bring a new list of responsibilities and problems. She had tried to keep an open mind, had tried to be diplomatic and reasonable, but there was no denying that the Greeks had brought their bad luck along with their arrival. The barrier had begun developing holes along their border. Training schedules and classes had been stretched to the max with Centurions having to fill in regularly. Border patrols were now around the clock with the Praetors themselves having to fill rotation. Tension was at an all-time high among the legionnaires and the Greeks brought their own list of headaches of course. Then there was Kadence, their auger.
The girl was having near-constant visions and headaches. The last one had sent her to the infirmary where she had stayed which had been shocking news. Morrigan couldn't remember the last time Kadence had been so attacked and ridden with visions. They weren't normal ones either, ones that warned of small things around camp. No, the ones she had been having lately sent chills down Morrigan's spine. She had meant to head over immediately in the morning to check on her.
Then a monster had attacked an arriving group of Greeks at the tunnel. There had apparently been chaos during the exchange and in the confusion there were Romans who were down as well. She had sent all of the available medics to the tunnel to assist before ensuring the beast was killed. That had been three hours ago. It hadn't just been one creature, but two. After doing what she could, she let the medics begin their work. Morrigan then made her way to the Infirmary, better late than never she mused.
The building was all but empty and she found Kadence almost immediately. Her eyes were closed and Morrigan thought about leaving her alone and letting her rest, but the girl's brows furrowed in her sleep. Morrigan stepped closer and the girl made a small whimpering sound, her mouth pulling into a frown. Morrigan closed the distance and hesitantly touched her arm. She had never been the best at comforting people, but she also knew she couldn't just let her alone to face whatever was plaguing her in her sleep. "Kadence? It's just a-"
Quicker than a heartbeat and the girl lunged from the bed. Morrigan saw the flash of a blade a fraction of a second before it was plunged into her stomach. She gasped at the pain and shock. Her training kicking in, knowing that it was good that the blade was still there. If she could get to a medic she might have a fighting chance. The thought didn't matter though as Kadence awoke, pulling the blade out, the metal clattering to the floor. Morrigan cried out in pain, her hand moving to the bleeding wound as she stumbled back and fell.
She heard Kadence scream for a medic but knew it was pointless. Morrigan felt warm tears on her cheeks as she tried breathing through the pain. She tried telling Kade it was all going to be okay, but she couldn't make any words come out. The pain began to slowly ebb away and she knew that was not a good sign. Morrigan tried sitting up, taking advantage of the numbness but her hand slipped in the wet liquid that was flowing from the wound and she couldn't force her body to cooperate further.
The pain was almost completely gone, replaced by a warm sleepiness that quickly began to spread through her body. She was almost certain she heard footsteps as she closed her eyes, letting the sleep take her.
Morrigan passed the mess hall and the barracks, making her way towards the Principia. Had she not been entirely exhausted, she knew that the wind would be whipping through camp from her agitation. She had spent the entirety of the morning's time with two children of Trivia trying to control and strengthen one of the areas in their barrier that had weakened. It didn’t appear to be vulnerable to monsters, thank the gods. Instead it had decided to manufacture its own weather. However, it wasn't letting in the sunshine and cool breeze from outside of their walls, oh no, that would have been too easy. Instead the weakness had begun manifesting wind and hail along a half-mile stretch of the barrier.
She had tried to keep the hail and gale winds to a minimum while the Trivia legionnaires fixed the breach. It had taken hours and even then, the area wasn't completely repaired. They described it as a magical band-aid that would hold for the time being, just long enough until they could figure out a more permanent fix. It hadn't been her first choice of solutions but it was better than nothing. She had ensured that they were excused from their missed classes and left them getting nourishment at the mess hall before leaving them.
She hadn’t grabbed anything to eat, she was ready to get inside and take off the armor that she had worn. She knew she looked a mess. The hail hadn't been fun but at least it had been something physical that she could take head on. The wind, on the other hand, had been another matter. As she had tried to keep it back, it had split as if it were a living, sentient thing. It came at her at different angles and at infuriating speeds. She had slipped in the mud and been pushed into the dirt on her knees more times than she could count, had her hair whipped out of its pony tail and blown around as if it was in its own personal cyclone. She didn’t care though. Appearances were on the very bottom of her list of cares at the moment. She had completed the job and that was good enough for her.
Morrigan climbed the steps of the Principia and opened the large door, moving inside. The building was cool, not too hot and not too cold. It was always perfect, always smelled lightly of Frankincense and cinnamon. It was a nod to the ancient temples long gone and it had always smelled that way for as long as she could remember. From the entranceway she looked towards their offices and noticed Dareios inside, scowling out the window. She could practically feel the disdain from across the room and a faint smile came across her lips as she jested, "You look pleased. I take it you've rolled out the red carpet in welcoming our friends today?"
Morrigan sat down on the wooden bench near the entrance, not wanting to track dirt and debris in their offices. She bent over and began undoing the laces in her shoes. Her body was growing achingly more sore, but nothing that was worth complaining about. She slid her shoes off and began combing her fingers through her hair, pulling out a small twig with a scowl. "The southeastern barrier has been patched, but it won't hold for very long. There was no detection of scents nor traces signaling that something or someone physically broke through. It's almost as if it's malfunctioning from the inside-out." She shook out a leaf and tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder.
Morrigan stood and reached her arm over to pull off her roman cuirass, her arm immediately objecting in pain. She hissed and stretched her shoulder before trying it again to no avail. She had taken a large chunk of hail in the shoulder, right between her armored plates. She hadn't thought it had done any damage, but realized her adrenaline might have only been keeping the pain at bay. She sighed in annoyance and called over to Dareios, "Mind helping me out?" She turned slightly so he could see what she was talking about. As she waited she glanced out the window at all of the bright orange passing by. "What's the news today?"
//BIO - - - Unloved abandoned beginning. Went downhill from there in her normal life. Ran away. Found Camp Jupiter. Shaped into a non-sentimental, unfeeling war machine. Currently Praetor.
//FRIENDS - - - Yeah, she's not so good at the whole trusting, sharing "feelings" or "girl-talk" thing so unless your character is also not into that whole emotional "girly" stuff, they won't have a chance.
//ENEMIES - - - Greek. Basically any Greek. Not that she "doesn't like them" she just doesn't...trust them, any of them. I imagine she'll have many enemies, people she punishes, too strict on, traitors of course. I mean the list just goes on.
//LOVERS - - - She gives an involuntary sour face when that word is mentioned. She's been ingrained at a young age that love is mythical thing that can only make someone weak so....good luck.
22-- ROMAN-- PRAETOR-- CHILD OF JUPITER -- APPLICATION
RUBY - YVETTE- TORRES
//BIO - - - Legacy. Born to daughter of Invidia. Grew up half in the mortal world, half in the Roman world. Roman personality. Loyal to the core for Rome. Law degree. Has dreams of a future with a family in New Rome. Not one to sugar-coat things.
//FRIENDS - - - She doesn't spare feelings when it comes to her thoughts or opinions so I'd imagine people are either going to like her or not, no gray area in-between. She's friendly...usually..but if she thinks you're not worth her time or effort she's moving on.
//ENEMIES - - - Hate to be that guy but....she isn't going to be fond of Greeks. Literally anyone who puts down her home or lineage she's going to have a problem with. She's also very competitive so if anyone gets too cocky she's going to try and show them up.
//LOVERS - - - If your character is interesting and she finds them attractive she'll definitely flirt with them. She's not one to shy from a one-night stand. Now if you're not Roman and she doesn't see a future with you...it's not a high likelihood she's going to give you the time of day. She knows what she wants and isn't likely to settle.
//BIO - - - Cynic. Loner. Doesn't like being around people. Not into making friends or touching. Not your "team player" general lack of care about the things going on around him.
//FRIENDS - - - Good luck.
//ENEMIES - - - He probably has a ton of enemies. He doesn't care about defending Greek honor nor about anything with the romans. He's good at healing and mending, anything else and he tends to scoff at it so I imagine he's going to rub people the wrong way quite a bit.
//LOVERS - - - You are more than welcome to try, but he has a very dry sense of humor, little people skills and zero care about others so again...good luck
//BIO - - - Grew up with policeman father, knowing exactly who she was. Was taught magic from the first moment she could speak. Very gifted with it. Terrible at fighting with swords/hand-to-hand, etc. In the fourth cohort due to her terrible fighting skills.
//FRIENDS - - - She's a very friendly, open person. While she can sometimes be a little curt when it comes to sparing feelings, on the whole she's very open and kind. I can see her having lots of friends.
//ENEMIES - - - Unless you insult her family or one of her siblings, she's a hard one to make angry. She doesn't have anything against the Greeks at all. If you do make her angry....consider yourself warned. She doesn't show much mercy when she's truly angered.
//LOVERS - - - She's not too experienced in the dating ring so that's fun.
17-- ROMAN--FOURTH COHORT-- CHILD OF TRIVIA-- APPLICATION
JAX - MARSHALL - HOLLINS
//BIO - - - Grew up in New Rome, has been training his entire life. Absolutely loves everything about Camp Jupiter and New Rome. Is very wild and impulsive, but he means well.
//FRIENDS - - - He's a pretty friendly guy. He likes to party and have a good time, likes to make jokes and quick with wit and sarcasm. He tends to either get on people's nerves or they love him, not much grey area.
//ENEMIES - - - Jax tends to be very cocky and arrogant so making enemies really isn't that hard for the boy. He also acts without thinking a lot so lots of trouble-making there.
//LOVERS - - - He likes having fun. He's very flirty and completely happy with one-night-stands. If your character wants to have more than that though....good luck.
19-- ROMAN--FIRST COHORT-- CHILD OF MARS -- APPLICATION
MIRABELLA - NATALIA - DESAI
//BIO - - - Beautiful and frustratingly arrogant. Zero empathy for others. Carefree and utterly unconcerned with anything that doesn't directly affect her.
//FRIENDS - - - I imagine her siblings who are similar to her are the closest thing to a friend she's going to get. She doesn't care too much about anyone else so she's not exactly best friend material. If your character really, really, really has some patience and a burning desire to befriend everyone then shoot your shot but don't be too sad if she doesn't come around.
//ENEMIES - - - Oh I imagine she's going to have lots of those. People who she offends of course, lovers who she drops once they bore her, Romans. The list could go on and on.
//LOVERS - - - If you intrigue her and hold her attention for more than a little while she might give you a shot. She has particular taste though and they have to really stand out for her to want to invest any of her time into them. Even then, if someone else catches her eye...consider yourself single again.
//BIO - - - Outgoing, empathetic, big-brother type. Flirty and charming, forgives and forgets quite easily. Hard to anger.
//FRIENDS - - - Lots and lots of friends. He's easy to make friends with. Super outgoing and kind. If your character needs a buddy to talk to or a mentor, he's your dude.
//ENEMIES - - - You have to be REALLY, REALLY awful for him to not like you. Anyone who is a bully or aggressive when it's not warranted is sure to end up on the list. He forgives really easily though so you don't have to work too hard to get back onto his good side.
//LOVERS - - - He tends to date a lot but hasn't ever found anyone who can see spending a lot of his time/future with. He's very flirty, but past a few weeks dating, he's usually moved on.
23 -- ROMAN-- THIRD COHORT CENTURION -- CHILD OF MERCURY-- APPLICATION
Morrigan is a product of her raising. She is one who likes to be in control. She doesn't open up easily and she views love as a weakness. She is a cynic, though she prefers the term realist. She, usually, has patience when dealing with new romans or with anyone outside the realm of camp, but those diplomatic feelings will quickly vanish if her authority is questioned. She doesn't have anyone who she would call a friend though she does trust her fellow Praetor, who is as close to that as she gets. She views the legion as her family, but not in the sense that they bring her shelter or love, more in the sense that it is her duty and responsibility to protect them and hold the honor of Rome up. She doesn't ask for help and finds it hard to "relax". She isn't one to let her guard down or let people close which tends to make life at times lonely, but she pushes those feelings away as a sign of personal weakness. She doesn't have much downtime, though when she does, she enjoys reading. She tends to tell the truth, whether someone likes to hear it or not.
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11 YEARS AT CAMP, CLAIMED
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Morrigan was born to Caycee and Bryan Ashryver after Morrigan's mother was tricked by Jupiter. Jupiter took her husband's form and concieved a child with the mortal one stormy night. Caycee had known immediately that the baby growing inside of her was not a normal child and certainly not a child convieved with her husband. When the child was born her mother named her Morrigan, from the phantom queen of death in celtic lore.[break][break]
There was no love for the child, but her mother and father kept her out of fear from retribution from whoever or whatever her real father was. The child grew and her blonde hair was in stark comparison to her brunette parents, a constant reminder that she was not a true part of them. Four years passed and her parents had a child of their own, a brunette little boy who they loved more than the air they breathed. Morrigan loved him also but was not allowed to play with him nor touch him, her parents filled with fear that this ghost child would harm their true baby. Her parents kept her separated from him and sent her off to a private school the second she was six years old.[break][break]
Morrigan went to school a few hours away and learned quickly that she was on her own. There were no phone calls or letters from home and she was only allowed to return during the summer months and that was only because the school was closed. She grew up fending for herself, learning to do things on her own if she needed them done. When children at school made fun of her for her family never visiting or writing, she learned to stand on her own two feet and how to fight.[break][break]
Morrigan had resolved at the age of eleven that there must be something inside of her, something wrong that made people dislike her and that was simply how it was going to be until she died. That all changed however when she went home that summer. Morrigan was at the park, a few blocks away from her parent's house when an old lady approached her. The young demigod immediately felt apprehension, a deep internal red flag that practically shouted at her that the woman was not safe. Still, she spoke sweetly and commented on how beautiful Morrigan was, how proud her parents must be, so the young girl hesitated. The woman had looked around then and asked where her parents were. When Morrigan replied that she was alone the old woman smiled a wicked grin and changed into something that made Morrigan's blood run cold.[break][break]
The young girl had ran, but the creature was faster. The monster clawed at her, the wicked thing's nails tearing the skin on her upper arm. She had immediately cried out for help, cried for her parents, but no help came. Morrigan had only made it a block when the creature slammed into her, the two tumbling on the ground in a mess of claws, teeth and torment. Morrigan fought, using every bit of strength she had and the creature would momentarily back off only to come in again and again with better precision, tougher determination. The creature had knocked her head with its own and Morrigan felt the world spinning, she felt the creature bite her in the shoulder and she screamed out in pain before the world seemed to sharpen, before she felt something pulling at her. Morrigan screamed in fury as she let herself give into the feeling and as she did, electricity flowed out of her hands. The monster yelped in pain and she grasped the creature again, putting all of the energy she had left into killing him.[break][break]
The monster vanished and she laid on the pavement bleeding and exhausted. She had limped home, craving just the tiniest bit of comfort, the feeling of safety. However as she walked inside her mother had screamed and grabbed her by her wounded arm, yelling that she would not let Morrigan kill her son. Morrigan had yelled in pain and felt the same feeling cross over her skin, electricity shocking her mother's hand where it gripped her.[break][break]
The woman yelled and screamed at her, calling her a demon and Morrigan ran again. The fear of this strange new power and the fear of not being normal pushing her out the door. This time she didn't stop. She ran until she could feel the blood pulsing in her ears. She ran until she could run no more and from there she walked. She didn't know where she was going, but she continued forcing her feet to move until she came to a marble building with large columns and a statue of a wolf at its door.[break][break]
The wolf showed no pity, no love for her as she explained to the young and bloodied demigod who she was. Morrigan all at once , for the first time in her life, felt right. She had physically never felt worse, but mentally her body was practically singing that she was home, that she belonged here.[break][break]
Lupa trained her for three hard years. She learned to harness her powers, to perfect her fighting and defenses. She learned to be who she was always meant to be. She walked into Camp Jupiter with her head held high, a full recommendation from Jupiter in her hand and the scar from the attack that she would always carry on her shoulder. She was claimed immediately and sent to the first cohort. From there she thrived in the military environment, working her way through the ranks until she became Praetor.[break][break]
Morrigan has been Praetor for two years and holds the position now, trying to offer sanctuary to those who need it while keeping camp together.[break]
Morrigan has Electrokenesis meaning that she can call electricity to her and sometimes through her at will. She can shock someone gently or terribly on command. She can use this repeatedly without tiring though she must be touching the person. If she is not touching them she cannot pull electricity to them.[break][break]
Morrigan can call lightning down, she is still working on her aim. The bolts tend to come down a few feet from where she means to have them strike. She can usually call down bolts without exhausting herself too badly though it takes a great deal of concentration. She has never attempted to call one down during an emergency. If she does not concentrate on it, the bolts tend to either come down in the wrong place or simply send out a crack through the sky without a bolt coming down.[break][break]
Morrigan also has atmokenesis meaning she can control the weather, wind and storms. She can harness the wind to create a breeze or powerful gust or the rain to come down, but she cannot harness air currents to fly. She cannot make the air disappear from someone's lungs nor control venti.[break][break]
Like most demigods she possesses inborn supernatural battle reflex. She is particularly skilled at fighting with a sword. While sparring or during battle she can make electricity move through her sword to her opponent's weapon if it is a conducting metal. She is trained in Roman legionary warfare and battle. She also has increased strength, stamina and reflexes.[break][break]
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