Kara

As soon as Alex had fallen at her feet (a literal pass out because of poison fall and not a lovey metaphorical fall) Kara had know she needed to find a healer. And while Kara had the basic soldier first aid skills, she was nowhere near good enough to operate on a man with poison running through his veins. She had chosen to embrace the warrior style of her father instead of the medical and for that reason, while she was able to bandaged his stomach wound with some red curtains, she still had to take him to the closest godly camp, Camp Half-Blood. The campers there, though Greek, still accepted her. After all, the camps had fought a war together. However, Kara still wasn't 'their kind' and Alex definitely wasn't 'their kind'.

The Greeks had treated him immediately of course, but were now having a huge argument on what to do once he awoke. Should they send him away? Should they reveal everything to him and let him tell the press? Should they make him a spy? The argument had lasted over 2 hours now and Kara had nearly fallen asleep on the ping pong table.

"Oh in the name of whatever's holy would you please shut up." Kara announced in a very annoyed tone that brought the room into immediate attention.

Kara had always had a voice that made others listen. Whether it was in speech class or on a battlefield. Maybe it had to do with the fact that her mother had been a general in the Roman legion, maybe it had to do with the fact that her father was Apollo, god of singing. Whatever the reason Kara was glad of it now. The endless bickering had ceased and all eyes were focused on her.

"I think that by now we have all agreed that Alex should know of our world, is that correct." There were several nods from around the room, Bacchus even lowered his noble head in her direction, albeit sloppily. It would never cease to amaze her how gods could be in the presence of their children without feeling undignified. Bacchus was even a camp director and went by the name 'Mr. D'.

"Then let's deal Alex the cards" Kara continued, "let him decide what to with the hand fate has dealt him. Let him decide how to live his own life, instead of chatting about his results as if he were an experiment. I have lived amongst Alex for 10 years and have never once seen him show faulty judgement or a lack of responsibility. Alex is a human being, let's treat him like one." Once Kara had finished her speech she stood there like the proud and powerful Roman legionnaire that she was. She watched as a sense of awe filled the room and she could almost sense the electricity crackling, her father had truly blessed her today.

"I'm with Kara." A new voice spoke. It was the voice of a man that Kara had definitely noticed. The man was tall and handsome, he had a chiseled face, beautiful muscles and the most mystifying grey eyes she had ever seen. He had stood in the back of the room for most of the meeting and had said little to nothing. Instead he had been observing and Kara could bet that he observed more that he let on.

"After all" This man continued, "We're half human ourselves! We can't pretend to be all high and mighty while we were once in a similar situation."

"Though how will we know he won't be overwhelmed?" Chiron, the camp director, asked. He was one of the few Greeks Kara would trust with her life and he always had a wise sort of aura around him. "I feel as if many demigods in this camp would agree with me when I say it feels a bit overwhelming to learn of a whole new reality."

Kass was quick to defend himself though and replied, "Chiron, we were thrown into a war. This 'Alex' will simply have the world explained. There is a huge difference."

Chiron took a deep breath and stared at the two demigods. Kara always felt small in his gaze, and it wasn't just because this centaur had a good foot on her. She was about to shrink back into a corner and yell that she was sorry for even suggesting the idea when he got this funny look in his eyes, "after a wakeful slumber." he mumbled before announcing "Very well. We let Alex decide."

Once outside the Rec room Kara lost her sense of purpose. Normally she would go to the bath houses and relax, though there were no bathhouses in a Greek camp. Another option would be to go back to her cabin, though the Apollo cabin was full of sibling she didn't know and didn't wish to know. She could also go to the hospital, take a look at Alex, though being surrounded by almost dead people didn't appeal to her. There was a reason that Kara didn't embrace her father's medical side. Kara was about to slump her shoulders in self pity when a voice called out from behind her.

"Hey" said the man she could now tell was Kass, "You were amazing in there."

"Thanks" Kara responded, "You weren't so bad yourself."

"I only rebounded off your ideas, stop being so modest." Kara didn't know what to make of this man. She had pegged him as the 'wise bad boy' type but now he was just plain flirty.

"How old are you?" She asked skeptically "19" Kass responded easily, "You?"

"So am I" Kara stated, "How long have you been fighting?"

"I've been fighting since I could walk, but not in the sense you mean."

"Oh?" Kara asked, now interested.

"You see, my father used to be in a gang, so I've been fighting almost since birth. Though I'm a child of a lesser god so I was able to avoid monsters until I turned 16. That's when I found Camp Half-Blood and I just take it as a summer camp. Don't let that fool you though, I can kick some pretty mean aaaa…. Sorry, I'm working on breaking my swearing habit."

"My mother was a legion general stationed in California, I grew up on the battlefields. How did you find camp?"

"I can feel vibrations in the mist so I… well... I can tell where monsters are. One day I felt a weird tickle in the mist so I tuned in and everyone around me fell asleep. I searched the whole long island and eventually found a couple demigods on patrol. I would tell them if I sensed a monster coming and they would tell me what was going on. We made a pretty amazing team so they brought me to camp and I just fell in love with it here."

"Camp here is ok, though it's not as disciplined as Camp Jupiter. It'll do for a summer camp but it doesn't teach demigods anything about true battle."

"It teaches plenty about battle." Kass countered "I bet if you and I went head to head you wouldn't last a minute."

"Bring it on."

This ishow, hours later, Kass and Kara were both breathless on the floor of the Arena. They were both laughing and cursing each other for things they couldn't even remember anymore. They had taught each other tricks and found that they both had to fight as hard as they could to match the other. Kara had actually just finished teaching Kass a disarming maneuver that would land the victim on it's back while the victor would be on top, pinning the other down. That's also why, when a satyr came in to announce that Alex was awake, they were in a very awkward position with a very embarrassed satyr.

"It's not what it looks like!" They both shouted at the same time

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