Helloooo readers! This is a ReynaxOC story, so if that really isn't your thing, don't read it. PLUS, this fic is a SLASH! That is your only warning. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Beginnings

Elora was stressed out beyond belief. Camp half-blood is in in shambles and drowning in demigods, both roman and greek. Fighting side-by-side seemed to clear up most major issues between the two groups, but there were still some small squabbles that the girl had the honor of dealing with. First it was a couple of Athena campers against a pair of irritated romans, and after that, Elora found herself in the middle of a heated argument between the children of Mars, and the children of Ares. All she wanted to do was go back to her cabin and sleep, probably for a good 24 hours.

As the child of Eirene, the greek minor goddess of peace, Elora acted as a sort of balm to soothe the rifts between the two camps, and without siblings to help, this was a colossal job for a single person.

The teen just started walking in the direction of her cabin when she heard raised voices over by the basketball court. She stood still and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.

Mother, give me the strength to make it through this day.

The voices were growing louder, and Elora felt her nails dig into her palms.

Please.

Pivoting on her heel, she trudged in the direction of the basketball court, only to find Annabeth in between a the Stolls and a roman boy with cherry red lips. Elora briefly wondered if that was blood staining his mouth, but quickly pushed the thought away. She was too tired to even think straight. Besides, she had more important things to think about, such as the screaming roman.

"YOU TWO STOLE MY FLASK! GIVE IT BACK!" he screamed as Annabeth physically restrained him, "I'LL- I"LL!"

"You'll what?" Connor, or was it Travis, asked, "Stutter at us some more?"

'Okay', Elora thought, 'Time to intervene.'

"Boys, boys, what's the issue here?" she inquired, raising her hands in a calming way, as one might do to calm a startled horse.

"Well," Annabeth huffed, still holding the roman back, "Dakota is missing his kook-aid flask, and is accusing these two of stealing it." she ended with a glare at the brothers who quickly avoided eye contact.

Elora turned to look at the Stolls who looked down in shame, and quickly produced a flask. Dakota growled, snatching the flask up, and stormed away. The two boys looked as if to scamper off as well, but the teen caught them both by their arms, and they turned to face her,

"We are trying to keep the peace here," Elora sighed, "Please, you two are older campers, and we need you to set a good example for the younger ones. The Romans are not our enemies, please do not pick fights just for the hell of it."

The Stolls looked down.

"Got it?" she repeated, waiting for an answer.

"Got it," Travis mumbled, his body mimicking a scolded puppy.

"Sorry, Elle," Connor sighed, "We're just a bit stir crazy and wanted to have some fun."

"I think we all are a bit stir crazy," Elora smiled, "But if you want to have fun, please don't pick fights… for my sake?"

The boys both grinned, and wandered off in the direction of the strawberry fields. Elora took another deep breath, and dragged her hands down her face.

"You are an angel, Elora Bohr." Annabeth stated, and put a comforting hand onto her shoulder. Elora swayed, and Annabeth caught her before she hit the ground,

"Exactly how long has it been since the last time you slept?" she enquired softly, and gestured her boyfriend over from where he was lingering, chatting with Jason.

Elora yawned and rubbed olive green eyes,

"I'm not sure… yesterday? Maybe the day before that? I can't sleep, I need to h-help,"

"No, you need to sleep. You're no use to anyone when you are resembling a zombie more than a human. Percy, can you grab her and take her back to her cabin? I need to check up with Reyna…"

Annabeth's words were getting softer, and the world was getting dimmer. Elora felt herself get scooped up by two arms, and her head rested against someone who smelled faintly of a pleasant sea breeze. Her eyes felt like 100 pound weights, and the world kept fading in and out of focus. Finally, somewhere between the warm body that held her, and the irresistible call of rest, Elora fell asleep.

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Elora woke up slowly, and realized she was in her own bed.

'Perfect," she thought, 'Now how exactly did I end up here…"

A faint memory of strong arms and the smell of the sea arose in the back of her mind and she felt her cheeks grow warm.

'Oh, Gods…'

Percy Jackson, the son of Poseidon himself, had to carry Elora back to her cabin because she just about passed out on the basketball court. She would never live this down. Plus, to make things better, there was a meeting today at the big house, and she would need to play mediator.

The teen laid there on her bed. Maybe if she never got up again, she wouldn't have to face the day.

'What time is it?' she wondered, and groaned as she rolled over onto her side to check the clock on her bedside table. 8:48. Shit.

Elora threw herself out of bed, her legs tangled in white sheets. Her shoes weren't on either, but resting near her door. She threw up a silent prayer to Poseidon,

Thank you for blessing me with your amazing son. The world does not deserve him.

She swore she caught a whiff of the sea as she scrambled to get yesterday's clothes off, and grinned.

The teen was only in her underthings when she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, and Oh gods. Her strawberry blonde hair, which usually fell to the small of her back, was so tangled she wouldn't be surprised if she found a bird living in it, or maybe several small rodents. Not to mention her face was red from sleeping against her hand, which was adorned with several rings she would usually take off.

Elora started pulling on jeans with one hand, while grabbing wildly at her nightstand for her brush with the other. Quickly giving up on multitasking, she pulled up her jeans and pulled on a white tank top. She checked the time again: 8:52. The teen frantically dragged the brush through her hair while slipping on black flats. Her scalp was on fire, but now was not time for weakness. Deeming her hair a lost cause, she tied it up in a messy bun and straight up sprinted to the big house.

Five minutes later she tumbled through the doorway, gasping for air. She glanced around for a clock, and found one almost covered in grapevines. 8:57. She was not late, and relief flooded through her. The room was crowded, but not overly so, and Elora carefully weaved her way to the front of the room, taking her usual seat in the armchair by the unlit fireplace, attempting to catch her breath and prepare herself to step in if needed.

Suddenly, a hand fell onto her shoulder, and her heart skipped a beat. She also may have let out a squeaking noise but if asked about it her plan is to deny everything.

"Hey Elora!" a cheery voice laughed, "Sleep well?"

Looking up, the teen was met with the multicolored eyes of her gorgeous friend, Piper Mclean.

"Not a word from you, Missy. Have you come over here just to terrorize me?"

Piper threw her head back and laughed,

"No, I just came to compliment you on your choice of shirt. The white goes real well with the black bra you chose today."

"Oh shit."

The gods really did hate her.

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Fifteen minutes in, and Elora was already exhausted. She sat cross-legged in her green armchair, eyes closed, and concentrated on balancing the emotions in the room. Every time she felt a large amount of anger or aggression from one camper directed another camper she soothed it down, smothering it with her power. She wished she didn't have to do it so much. In fact, she was so connected with the feeling in the room, she lost touch with what was actually happening.

"Elora. Elora?"

Was someone calling her? Impatience in the room was rising, and she quickly extended more feelers out to soothe the feeling down.

"Elora! ELORA!"

There was a hand on her shoulder, shaking, and she quickly rose out of it,

"What!" she snapped with a glare.

"For a child of peace, you really are quite aggresive," one of Stolls muttered with a grin. Elora stuck her tongue out at them.

Glancing around the room, she noticed concerned expressions, and Piper looked like a child someone tried to take candy from. Elora started to grow suspicious,

"Whaaaat." she said, drawing out the 'a' sound.

"We asked if you would be willing to relocate to Camp Jupiter for the time being while we get everything sorted between the Greeks and Romans. As a sort of… test…subject." Annabeth said with a slight grimace.

"So you're basically asking me to be the guinea pig."

"Well, yes. Just for a couple months to see if a Greek demigod living in a Roman society will work out. And since you're the daughter of the goddess of peace, you are the ideal… well… you get the point."

Was there really a choice here? It was silent for 1 minute. 2. 3.

"Okay."

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Thank you so much for checking this out! I know it is a bit slow at the moment, but as the plot progresses, it will get faster. Much love!