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People in Camp and in New Rome were really nervous about the upcoming war, they trained more or simply worked harder on whatever they could do to help camp to stay safe. People didn't want to face what the war would leave behind if they weren't prepared. So some people trained harder, others practiced with their godly gifts and others like the children of Vulcan spent a lot of time in the forges working extra hours finishing the armors that would be needed, or the weapons that also would be needed by the demigods and legacies.

With one of them gone in the quest, the few left in the forges had to work harder and faster on the orders that were already there. Then also other of the vulcan children was now a centurion, which made him be in Principia working with papers for long hours. that left an even smaller number of people working there, among those was the young Nova. Daughter of Vulcan and a Bellona's demigod. She was 12 years old and her speciality weren't the armors or the weapons, unless they were those that could be hid in a small device or a piece of jewelry.

So she told her brother Ronan, the new centurion, she would work on those weapons to help around. they had a bit of magic, a bit of technology, so she would do it just fine. That day she was wearing a purple tanktop and her jeans, also small combatboots, that were really comfortable. her hair was up in a pony tail so she could work well. She put some metal in the fire to have it melted, then she would be able to mold it in the shape she needed to finish a retractible shield that was going to be in a pendant that a venus girl asked for.

"ok, so... only a few minutes so it doesn't lose it's strength..." she said as she was with her elbows and her belly on the edge of the kerb that delimitated the extreme fire in there. but she love to watch the fire and the Kerb was so height for her! so she had to tiptoe over it to see the fire and the metal she was waiting to be melt in there. Her feet weren't touching the ground.

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NOTES: my first Nova's post!!! XD

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Hide. Don't Feel. Don't show yourself. That was what he was trying to do. That's what he was always trying to do, lurking around camp listening to conversations. He didn't do the best job of not feeling, but after what Gunnar told him, he'd have to practice. To be two people. One you had to control your heart beat while hiding, another lovely suggestion by Gunnar, and that meant controlling your emotions. That was hard, so very hard. How many times had he gotten beaten up because he intervened when someone else was being picked on? When someone else was trying to tell a child to side with Saturn? Rhiannon broke his nose for that one, more for the stalking her part, but it still hurt. Odd how people talked and were convinced she was a weakling. He'd watched her fight, really fight, really training hard. Much different from how she was in cohort practices, probably trying to play herself down. Now she was being held in prison for stealing the Relic. Another thing he had missed. What kind of tracker was he if he missed the most important horrible things she did? The murder of Valerie was most obviously her, and now she sent the relic to Saturn. Lance was free from following her in any extra time he had, or trying to follow her. Those times he found himself walking circles in the forest were not fun. Monsters and treacherous demi-gods spent their time in that forest. Remus had nearly died, thank the gods Rhiannon saved him. Which was so incredibly strange, but it happened. Lilith had almost been done in by the same woman, though she was now dead. Funny how fast news spreed through the camp, and New Rome.

Speaking of his friend Lilith, she certainly seemed much happier recently. She had a boyfriend, and made friends with the new head of infirmary Tessa Yates. She was a nice girl. A good medic, he'd seen her teaching Lilith about some of the medical devices. There was a bunch of different instruments and tools there. Names and what they were happened to file themselves away in his mind, not readily available but he could probably grab something if someone asked him for it. Maybe describe it as best he could. She was studying hard, Lance may have hovered over her shoulder, or looked through the windows a time or two. He didn't particularity want to bother her after all. She always looked so busy, but he'd sit there, possibly at the side of her desk, having little conversations with her in his mind. He might leave her a cookie or something he'd picked up, possibly two in case she wanted to share. There were times he akwardly talked to her, his shy nature bothering him a bit, but he did slowly open up as the conversation went on. Only to leave and have to start off all over again the next time they spoke.

Now the stalking lead him to the forge. Nova. Little daughter of Vulcan. He liked Star Trek, loved it really, but she wasn't that kind of Vulcan. She was emotional, and had a brilliant smile. Her eyes light up like daimons when she laughed. Lance could swear by the goddess Venus there was none more beautiful than that girl when she smiled. Like the sun in the sky, like a star about to explode, she was Nova. A purple tanktop, her cute little shoulders exposed. If he remembered correctly that was the same way Tessa worked when she was in the forge, except perhaps with gloves. Thick gloved. Not resistant to fire like Ronan and Nova were. Their cloths on the other hand were still quite flammable, he'd seen a fair number of Ronan's go up when he plunged himself shoulder deep in hot coal. He stayed near by, just watching her. The glow of the flames on her content little face. Her lips brightened in the glow. His heart skipped a beat, and his tongue traces the edges of his lips.

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While Nova was watching the metal melting, she was thinking about the people she knew from Camp. Peaople like her brother Ronan, like Jason the praetor, like Tessa her centurion, like... Lance. when she thought of him her heart skipped a beat, she didn't know why, she just... loved to be with him, the way he smiled, the way he joked, even the way he looked at her when she said something completely nerdy about the things she worked with! But then as she was looking into the fire, she remembered the vision of horror that the new kid in camp gave her.

Ronan on the ground, lifeless all covered in mud and blood. Tessa, her centurion, her pale, beautiful skin all slashed and ripped, also on the ground like a grotesque doll of those horrible movies with blood and corpses that her mother never let her watch, but that she still watched when he mother was distracted. Jason... she knew it was Jason because of his golden hair, but his face wasn't there anymore and last but never the least... Lance, he was also there. but he wasn't smiling, he seemed to be asleep, with a hole in the place where his heart should have been, laying on a pool of his own blood. "GODS! NO!"

She yelled and it brought her back to real world. she shivered a bit and then looked at the fire again. It wasn't that difficult that it would happen, as a Centurion, both Ronan and Tessa needed to be with their cohorts, maybe at the front line, so they could get severly injured, then Jason as praetor, he was also would be needed at the front! but then the face that covered her thought was Lance's. she knit her brows and chew the inner part of her cheek, losing Lance was unbearable, but she didn't know why, she only knew she couldn't afford to lose either him or Ronan.

She shook her head trying to get rid of those images and looked back into the fire for the melting metal. It was almost perfect to be handled and shaped in a perfect form, so she just kept looking at it. then Lance's bright smile got to her mind, he was for sure related to Mercury, because he was stealing her mind and her heart, and she wasn't aware of that! A son of Veritas that made her trully happy, he was an earnest thief, and she loved it, even when not even she knew it.

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Watching her closely carefully, he noticed. Her content happy face slowly drifting into a cold fear. She eyes that were focused on the metal melting in front of her losing that very focus, as they seems to see something else. A vision of things not there. He'd been sitting down lower, though he was always fond of being up high looking down on what he was watching, with her face he liked looking at her from below. He could see the curves of her face better. The light of her eyes, the curl of her lips when she smiled. It was best to look at her eyes to eye, a bit difficult when she was so much shorter than him. Still, it was cute. She was so little, and precious. Those brilliant eyes glistening in the flickering light of the coals, thinking about something. Lance didn't know, he wondered. He liked information, knowing was half the battle, or whatever GI Joe used to say. He'd only been in the legion four years now? That certainly was longer than he thought. He'd been ten when he joined, but it wasn't exact. So perhaps more like three and a half years he'd been the Legion. Nova arrived after all the fighting. He hoped that look in her eyes didn't mean she was thinking about the fight. The upcoming storm that seemed to be brewing.

It wasn't a moment, her words weren't out completely when he moved. Exactly what he was doing he couldn't tell you, just that he wanted her to be safe. His arms where around her, and his body moved her away from where she was. He didn't know what was wrong, but his body moved without his thought. How he had managed to make his way with her to the other side of the forge, under a desk, with her in his arms looking around the room, he wasn't sure. When exactly had he become paranoid like that? "Sorry....sorry..." he said apologetically releasing her to do what she needed. That was certainly not embarrassing. The heat of the forge must have gotten to him, his face was flushed a deep pink. Her soft tender shoulders felt so thin in his arms.

"You yelled...and....I...over reacted....I guess." he hadn't moved from his spot, hiding just a bit under the table still. "I'm sorry...." he was more than embarrassed. Talk about trying to make two separate personalities, he couldn't even get over his paranoia. That he didn't know he had. Maybe because Lilith had been put in the hospital. Or Remus. Or anyone really, he didn't want them hurt. He didn't want Nova hurt. So very much he didn't want to see Nova hurt.

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TAG: Lance WORDS: 423 NOTES: Nova got permission from Creator Rhia to hit Lance.

It was so weird what happened to her after she yelled. She thought she was all alone in the forge, she had no clue that lance or any other person would be in there at that moment, so when she felt some arms holding her and moving her away from the forge, she got scared, better said in panic. Not that she was a key piece for Camp's survival, she knew very well that she wasn't one, not that she knew at least, but with so many traitors among them, so many attacks in camp and the camp grounds, she simply got scared and thought at first that maybe it was one of those traitors that wanted to mess with the weapons and shields, that wanted to kill some blacksmiths so camp didn't have people to make their devices to protect themselves against the enemy! "No!!... No!!... leave me!!" she yelled at whoever was holding her and even threw some good punches, maybe she got a cheek or a brow, she didn't know in that moment, she only tried to apply what Tessa had been trying to teach her little ADHD head.But then she heard the voice of the person who had grabbed her, she frowned and looked back at the person, it was Lance and she had connected her little elbow to his brow, that was going to get purple in a moment. "Lance!! Oh gods! I'm so sorry!!" she said and put her thin but over warm fingers on his brow. "I didn't know... I got scared..." she said and knit her brows looking at the cut, then looked at his eyes and smiled softly. He had been worried about her, because she had yelled, that was the most sweetest thing that someone had done for her. And she just made a cut on his brow, well that wasn't very nice of her. "I'm sorry if I scared you... I..." She chewed a bit her inner cheek and then smiled again at him, then leaned and kissed his cheek, she blushed and then got out from under the desk. "come I have a small kit to clean cuts..." she said with her sweet soft voice and then walked to get the kit, that in fact was a bit higher than she could get. She hushed and rolled her eyes. She needed a stool to get to it. "sorry if I scared you... it wasn't my intention... I didn't know that you were there." she said walking to get the stool.

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Words: 545 Tag: Nova Notes: late, sorry <3

Lance wasn't exactly surprised by the fight she put up when he picked her up, she was a girl and that was a good thing. She should fight back when unknown people try to run somewhere with her. He supposed he was just doing too good of a job keeping himself hidden. He couldn't block her as she lashed out, and he couldn't completely move without dropping her and hurting her more. Instead he took an elbow to the side of his head, leaving him a bit dizzy for a moment. She knew how and where to hit at least, but he couldn't really expect less from second cohort. "Nova, Nova it's okay." He spoke softly, as he always did. People he didn't want to hear him where hard pressed, as his voice traveled only forward to the person he was speaking to if he wanted. The flailing arms stopped, and Nova finally noticed him. He gave a small, and a bit awkward of a smile. Her fingers where warm, as she normally was, and didn't so much numb the pain as it did warm and relax the muscles on his brow. They had tensed a bit in his concern, and very much in the embarrassment he felt. Her gentle touch, although rough hands, were warm and used to dealing with delicate machinery. Compared to her warmth his blood was nothing, and he hadn't noticed it until it trickled from his brow down his cheek. Stupid face injuries, they bleed way too much in his opinion. Any thoughts of that melted away when she looked him in the eye and gave him a gentle smile. His tender little heart beat in his chest, thumped a moment against his rib cage and he hoped it wasn't audible. "It's...it's my...fault so...don't...don't worry." he spoke softly as she tried apologizing "I just...thought....you were hurt...or...or...something..." he hadn't even tried consulting his mother, he simply moved. That strange gut feeling he got about things, truth or lie didn't matter when he acted to quick to think. That wasn't a good thing. He'd have to work on that. Gods on mount Olympus the girl derailed his thoughts again. Her sweet lips found his cheek and he could swear on the River Sticks his heart stopped for a moment. It didn't help the cut on his head that blood suddenly began to rush to his face, definitely did not help. What words had she just said? Lance had to back track his own mental record, thank goodness it seemed to record his surroundings even when he wasn't actively paying attention. He supposed he could thank the ADHD for that. "Oh..oh sure..." he stood, much taller than her. She was like a little fairy, like Navi from Zelda. The helpful ones, not the annoying one of course. "I..I know you didn't mean it. It's fine, it really is, it was my. My...mistake..." not that he didn't make enough of those already. At least this time it didn't end up in someone getting killed. He smiled a little, she was a bit short. She could probably build shelves a bit lower. Lance found what she was looking for and reached to grab it, pulling it down. "Was this what you were trying to get?"

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Tag: Lance

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Notes: horrible nightmare lol

She didn't know why sometimes he was so sure and confident of himself and even had stepped in front of her against that tall, muscular, creepy guy. Well not that he was trying to hurt them, she was sure that if he had tried to hurt them he would have been able to do it, still Lance was brave enough to keep her away from that guy, which she found extremely atractiv of Lance, well at least her subconscious, because her conscious mind couldn't put those feelings together, not yet. But being there with Lance, she felt safe. even if Saturn himself got there, she wouldn't fear for her life, but Lance's.

"oh..." she said and smiled a bit at him. she loved when he was so shy, he was cute, but then she also loved when he was completely confident of himself and those changes in his voice... well maybe she just loved him, even when she hadn't realized about that. when he mentioned that he thought she was injured she half smiled and shook her head. It had been that awful vision that Jeremiah had given her. and she hated the images in it. But would it be ok to tell Lance about it? about her fears of the upcoming war? would he consider her a coward? or a soft one?, she was thinking about that when he helped her get the first aid kit. She smiled at him.

"thank you, I should have one in my desk, right?" she smiled and walked back to her station with him and put the kit on the desk, then opened it and looked for a gouze and some sanitizer. "please sit on the low stool" She said because he was too tall for her to see well if he was still standing. Then looked at him. "this might hurt" she said and slowly cleaned the cut on his brow, tenderly, the liquid wasn't cold because her hand heat the gauze too fast. then she looked into his sweet eyes and smiled gently at him.

"thank you for worrying about me... but I wasn't hurt... not physically at least" she smiled at him a bit more as she put a special balm on the wound so it closed faster. "Jeremiah, a son of Phobos... he... accidentaly showed me my worst fear... and well the images are still in my mind. That was what happened when I screamed... I'm sorry if I scared you too." the images went back to her mind and she clenched her eyes.

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The low stool was a bit small, but he sat on it. Strange, he hadn't thought about how tall he had gotten until Josh or Lilith mentioned it. Four inches really was a lot to grow in only a few months. One thing he was not looking forward to as he got older was shaving. Some people saw it as a right of passage, Lance saw it as something he had to shave off every day. Some guys grew it out a bit and just kept it trimmed, but his dad told him it could get itchy at times. Though supposedly ladies liked the rugged look that guys where supposed to get after a few days of not shaving. He wasn't quite sure about being the type of guy who did things to get ladies. It wasn't part of him he guessed. Guys his age where already dating girls, or trying to date girls and Lance was just happy to have friends. It stung, like Nova had warned, but Lance sat still. Not moving. The soft cotton cloth was warmer than he had expected, possibly from not only the warmth of the forge but also from Nova's hands. Her file he picked through a little bit more than just a front page glance. A glance was more than enough time for him to memorize the information though. His father taught him how to do that. Conversations or papers, anything like that he got immediately. It was how he got straight A's on all of his tests in school. Sometimes he'd skip over half the homework in a class just because he knew he would get all the tests perfect. Now he wished he was back there. Maybe with Nova, and Lilith. They would have done great in the normal world, they didn't seem to be the type to be in the legion. To fight for survival like this. Lance knew of the son of Phobos, he knew everyone by name and face after looking at those files in the Principia. Except a few, like Gunnar. He knew him from seeing him, other wise Lance was certain he'd never know of that man. He was not even a shadow in camp, at least a shadow was something you could see. Something that you knew was there anyway, even if you didn't pay it much mind. He was more like the air, unseen. If even he wasn't on file in the many rooms he must be someone special in camp. Though Remus and Jason weren’t in the normal file rooms either, not that it helped in the special person theory any. Lance knew of his dad and the things his dad did, at least a little bit. This man was almost as skilled as his father, because lets face it you can't be better than someones dad. Not in their mind anyway. Unless it was Mercury himself. This boy had shown her something terrible, and Lance wanted to know what it was. He wanted to help her, make her feel better about it. This was his friend, Nova was a very good friend of his and if he was honest with himself he had a bit of a crush on her. Though it was strange for him to admit in the first place that he had a friend. “I'm sorry.” he told her in a hushed voice, with a hint of concern for her. “Being shown your worst.....fear.....” Lance has lived it. He hadn't even known it was his worst fear until it happened. Leaving someone behind. To live at the cost of someone elses life. That was his greatest fear. It was worst when it was someone he cared about, and the more he cared the worse it would be. “If you....wanted to talk about it...I'm here.” smiling peacefully at her, he wanted to make her feel better. He just wanted her to be happy.

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Tag: Lance

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Notes: sorry about the long tell of her nightmare XD

Nova couldn't help but smile when she saw that Lance didn't move and just stood there still while she was cleaning the wound on his eye-brow. He was still a teen, he had barely left the childhood a couple of years ago, still he was brave and firm in his desisions, he had had a good parent with him to teach him the good from the bad and that he reflected it in his every day actions. Well and what would all of that have to be with the fact that he didn't move when she cleaned the wound? well, in her mind, everything! It was a mix of different perfect clock pieces all together what could make that a man showed the slightest and simpliest drop of stability or the lack of it.

then Lance spoke to her with that soft hushed voice, he really cared about her, so she shift her sight from his wound to his eyes and smiled gently at him, then she looked into the kit and grabbed a bandaid, and placed it gently on the cut. Then she smiled and leaned, she kissed the bandaid, just as her mother used to do when she had a slight accident and she wanted her child to heal faster and that it didn't hurt... well she used to say that, like every other mom. Then she sighed and sat on the other stool, it was also a short one, so she had to look up at him to see him in the eyes. "I haven't... spoken about it... yet" He could see the fear in her eyes, the way her hands started to tremble. It had just been a vision, still in her mind and heart felt so real... as if she had really been there.

"I know it was a vision... because... well I'm with you here now... but when it happened, when he showed that to me..." she closed her eyes and shivered as if she was cold. "Everything was covered in blood. Campers were fighting against each other, people hurt and injured." She stopped and looked at him not knowing if she should tell him or not, but well, he was her friend and she trusted him... right? "you were already inured but... you ran in front of... me and protected me from a spear, but it got you on the chest and you died at my feet." She looked away, right to the fire trying to calm down and not shet a tear. then she continued with the vision. "Ronan... was fighting with his last breath to keep camp safe... next to Allan, but then they also died. Remus and Jason, our Praetors... they were baddly injured and dying while fighting... and not only us.... but the gods! I wanted to scream but it seemed that I was behind a crystal wall or something, because I couldn't hear my screams." She said and then breathed deeply, still not looking at him. SHe knew it wasn't real, but the kid showed her what she must feared from that war.

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Words: 515 Tag: Nova Notes: Yay!! same number!!!

After she placed the bandaid on his cut she kidded his brow, and while it was cute and made him flush he couldn't enjoy It very much. She was hurting, and he hated it. The scrapping sound of another stool made him wish it were a bit more appropriate to pick her up and hold her. Not that the noise was loud or annoying, but it reminded him how difficult it was to hug someone when they were sitting down. When they were smaller. Everything that was Nova right now, and he did want to hug her. Reaching out he took her trembling hands in his and slouched a bit so he could look into her eyes with more ease. “Only if you want to.” he said as a gentle, caring smile played softly on his lips. His eyes may have betrayed him a bit, the slight pain as he could remember his own experience. He'd never leave her to die, not Nova. Not her family, even if he came to find Edmund on the battle field, he knew he'd never be able to kill him. Not when it would hurt Nova. Her hands and arms where warm, though he rubbed his hands on them all the same when she shivered. He knew it wasn't from cold, but he felt the need to let her know he was there. The scene was familiar to him, the last war. His first year in camp he wasn't on the front lines, but he did have to fight. He did see others fall. He had only just met them, but he had latched on to his cohort quickly. Not talking much but he knew them, he knew the people they hung out with and he could remember their faces when their friends died. When they saw a friend on the other side of the war. He'd never forget that, not something like that. He couldn't help but smirk a bit playfully, a spear in the chest to save her. If he had to die he'd love to do it for someone he cared about. Though he'd rather live with them. Spend more time, even if it meant getting held over a fire and threatened to be flambeed. His hands drew down from her elbows to hold her warm little hands again. Pulling them together to cup both, letting his own slightly rough hands surround hers. “Nova, hey...” he let one of his hands venture from hers and to the face which was trying to hold herself together. He gently tried to turn her face to look at him. “It's fine to be afraid of those things you know. To worry about your brother, the gods. Even if they're immortal, it's okay. It's what you do when you care about people. You fear for their safety. You're doing good though. Being scared, and worried, but you keep working hard. Don't go too far to one side or the other. It's good to be scared a little, it lets you know your priorities. Helps you figure out what to do.”

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