Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2014 10:30:41 GMT -5
Tag: @rhiannonwarlow
Word: 466
Notes: lol I did it!! XD
It has bee several months since last War happened... it had past many things since that horrible and bloody even finished. People in the camp and New Rome were still trying to recover, to heal in many ways... trying to move on. In camp, centurions had tried to relax a bit within their trainings, they were kind of giving their legionaries some... time off from being soldiers, letting them to be what they really were... just a bunch of kids and teenagers with special skills and abilities. Praetors were also relaxing, one of them was engaged, the other... well the other had a very complicated love life. In other hand it was New Rome, the magnificent city that was a shelter and home of many demigods, old legionaries, babies, young couples and lonely ones. All of them living in the city in peace and safety. They were also healing from war, but in different and in same ways than in Camp.
Nick 'walked' among the peaople in New Rome. He looked at them and he was glad to have changed teams back in war, he was glad to have made the sacrifice he did, in many ways he was glad to only be a Lar. A kid passed by running with his little sister and smiled at him. he waved and then continued running. Nick smiled back and waved too, then he... the right word would be mingled or floated, not really walked, but the action that his purple transparent body was doing was to walk, so... he walked down the via Apia and looked around.
That afternoon Kaylee was training the young and fresh legionaries, she was helping them to find their way in the legion, which was very good, someone to help them see what were they good at in the legion. He was proud of his Kaylee. So as she was busy that day, he simply walked around. His absentminded steps took him to the recidential side of the city, there he recognized the name on the mailbox... "Rogers" he said and then looked at the house. he knew that Rhia was alive, she got married and had a baby. But he hadn't talked to her since war, sine that morning when Saturn's army marched towards Camp Jupiter. would it be ok... to talk to her?... would it be ok if he just knocked at the door and talked to her... after all, before his betrayal to her army, they had become... sort of friends.
He walked to the door and realized he wouldn't be able to knock, so he looked around and saw a kid. he convinced the kid to knock at the door, then the kid left running and Nick stood there by the door, waiting for someone to open it.
Nick 'walked' among the peaople in New Rome. He looked at them and he was glad to have changed teams back in war, he was glad to have made the sacrifice he did, in many ways he was glad to only be a Lar. A kid passed by running with his little sister and smiled at him. he waved and then continued running. Nick smiled back and waved too, then he... the right word would be mingled or floated, not really walked, but the action that his purple transparent body was doing was to walk, so... he walked down the via Apia and looked around.
That afternoon Kaylee was training the young and fresh legionaries, she was helping them to find their way in the legion, which was very good, someone to help them see what were they good at in the legion. He was proud of his Kaylee. So as she was busy that day, he simply walked around. His absentminded steps took him to the recidential side of the city, there he recognized the name on the mailbox... "Rogers" he said and then looked at the house. he knew that Rhia was alive, she got married and had a baby. But he hadn't talked to her since war, sine that morning when Saturn's army marched towards Camp Jupiter. would it be ok... to talk to her?... would it be ok if he just knocked at the door and talked to her... after all, before his betrayal to her army, they had become... sort of friends.
He walked to the door and realized he wouldn't be able to knock, so he looked around and saw a kid. he convinced the kid to knock at the door, then the kid left running and Nick stood there by the door, waiting for someone to open it.