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Miro was sitting next to Novalie the whole time, marveling at what came out of Tempest's mouth, the girl could be very mean, and the fact that Mila was her sister didn't change anything. But Miro was blushing because although he had come here to get over Elena, he was developing a crush on a certain girl....they had only seen each other a few times but....would this be the right time? No one got up, it was his time. He kept looking at Mila in the center and didn't give a single glance to the others, he knew that if he did he would lose all the trust he had. He got up and walked over to Mila, the fact that she was blindfolded helped, she got closer and closer until their noses touched, he kissed her and his heart fluttered with joy, it was his only attempt to win her secretly, so he made the kiss last quite a while, he knew he good at it and the one in front of him was Mila, his maybe-secret crush. Then he stopped, and their lips parted, he stood in front of her, waiting for her reaction.

Tempest had the perfect dare in mind for her sister, especially considering how much fun they'd had with Loukas earlier. "Alright, brave soul," she began. "For your dare... you're going to need a blindfold. Once it's securely on, one of our fellow campers here will give you a kiss. Your task is to guess who it was. And just so we're clear," Tempest added with a wicked glint in her eye, "if you guess wrong, you'll be taking a refreshing skinny dip in the lake, much like our dear friend Loukas had the honor of doing earlier this evening. What do you say? Do you have the courage?" Tempest reached into her bag, pulling out a dark piece of cloth she had once used as a makeshift sleeping mask. "Here's your blindfold," she declared, twirling it in her fingers. She threw it to Mila, watching intently for her reaction.

Mila was looking around wondering what the game was about and how it was running along as she didn’t think she had played this kind of game before….or was it because the mood around her was a little bit weird? She could feel the tension between some, and some were enjoying them in a unique way she could tell. She turned towards her sister when she asked her what she would choose. "Ummm let’s see…..how about dare?” She thought it was a it more fun doing a dare than the truth, well since she was already used to the truth being a Nemesis child. So why not just let herself out and open in some weird stuff tonight?

Samantha’s fingers tightened around the hilt of her wooden training sword as her knuckles turned white. Each strike against the training dummy came with a mix of frustration, sorrow and confusion. How had they gone from a heartfelt confession to an all-out brawl? Each thud of her sword echoed the painful memory of Evelyn's fists connecting with her, though she knew her rival had been under Ares’ influence. It wasn't Evelyn's fault but the memory, the pain, and the bruises were real. A soft breeze blew across the arena rustling her hair and cooling her down. For a brief moment Samantha closed her eyes, letting the wind whisk away the tears threatening to form. "Why did it have to be at that moment?" she whispered to herself. There was so much they hadn’t said, so much still unsaid. But the pain of that night wasn't just physical. It was the emotional turmoil, the vulnerability of confessing her feelings only to be met with violence. Her heart was already on the line had now had retreated back behind a wall of self-doubt. Determined to distract herself, she focused her energy on her training, hoping to tire herself out enough that her mind would quiet down. But every so often her eyes would drift towards the arena's entrance, half-hoping, half-dreading seeing Evelyn. "I just need time," Samantha murmured, taking another swing at the dummy, "Time to heal, time to understand, time to forgive." She wasn't sure who she was trying to convince – the dummy, or herself. @ Evelyn Scott

“Oh really I haven’t noticed, evryone where I come from talks like this. I’m from the south, you know. From the Parishes of Louisiana. How about you?” He would ask. “Wait what chu mean it’s not important is parents. Never knew my ma but was mostly raised by my Mamaw and papaw. But I am super lucky. But a race is good. But with shoes, bless your heart? That’s gunna put you at a disadvantage.” He would wait for the other boy to do the countdown and start the race. He would wait in his bare feet. And as soon as he heard go he would start running. As fast as he could. He was not really paying attention to the other boy running and would just keep running. And say “who won did you win did I win I lost track. And is this the finish line? I forgot half way.”

Samantha stood as if entranced, hooked as the words spilled out of Evelyn. She wanted to be mad, to be angry and to shout. But the sheer weight of Evelyn's pain and despair broke down that wall. Samantha felt a rush of emotion at Evelyn's confession. She dropped her wooden sword, the dull thud echoing through the arena grounds. Stepping forward, her gaze never left Evelyn, her pain so raw in this moment. "Evelyn..." Samantha's voice trembled as she tried to fight to find just the right words to say to her former rival. Reaching out to Evelyn, Samantha knelt down beside her. "Don't... don't ever ask me to end you," she whispered, her eyes searching Evelyn's. "I can't... I won't. Not know and not ever" Memories of their past shared times, Evelyn's pranks and secret smiles, her own recent growing affections, they all flashed before her eyes. "We were both under a spell, a curse. I'm hurt yes, but I refuse to lose you to the darkness this brought. We need to face this......together." She paused as she fought to collect her emotions. "I don't know how exactly, these sorts of things were never my strong suit, but I want to try. If...you'll try with me......" Samantha's voice carried the weight of the past several weeks - the pain, the confusion, the longing but above all, the will to connect with this amazingly infuriating girl...and possibly heal together.

Evelyn didn't know she listened to Levi, part of her wanted to go from this place crying as she was just going to save herself the pain. It was evident in Samantha's eyes that she was still hurting and probably mad at her. Why did Ares have to come to camp in the first place, all he did was ruin everything they had found in the capture the flag game!!! Looking down at the ground she cleared her throat. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have come" the silence was something that was more painful than any words that could be said in that moment. But just as she started to turn that was when the pain began to poor out of Samantha "I" she started but didn't feel like the words could justify why. But the thoughts of that terrible night began to come back into her head. TRAUMA as most would call it. "Yes and I scream at night from the night terrors of it.....I scream for me to stop and to just run away but it happens over and over again." Her eyes were now looking up at Samantha "I can't sleep and I don't want to be awake as it is the consequence of my actions but really what control did I have." Her hands were in her hair as if she wanted to pull it out. Falling to the ground she began to cry out as if she was suffering the worst heartache. She was so sorry for what happened but she knew she couldn't go back in time and erase it all. "I am sorry Samantha, please end me now as I can't take the pain of what I caused you.......I love you and I hurt you so badly."

Samantha's shoulders tensed as she heard that familiar voice she knew all too well. Slowly turning around her eyes met Evelyn's. She noted the dishevelment, the lack of the usual glimmering makeup, and most of all the pain in her eyes. Her own grey eyes shimmered with uncertainty. Samantha's chest tightened as she tried to find the right words, but they seemed to be caught in her throat. There was anger, yes, but there was also worry, confusion, and an underlying current of the affection she felt. "Why now?" Samantha began, her voice shaking but trying to sound stern, "After weeks of silence. What do you expect me to say?" Her voice cracked betraying her emotional turmoil. She took a deep breath trying to calm her racing heart. The anger bubbled up again, but she managed to swallow it down. "Evelyn, I want to understand, but I need to know... do you even remember what you did? How it felt?" She gripped the hilt of her sword tighter as if trying to draw strength from it. Samantha's eyes, now moist looked into Evelyn's, searching for a hint of understanding. She didn't want to push Evelyn away but she needed answers and more importantly she needed to heal. The wounds on her body were healing, but the ones in her heart? She wasn't sure....

Sage chuckled at Henry's words, glad to see her sister's spirits lifting. She understood Henry's concerns about gossip, but she knew that Henry's strength and skill were evident to anyone who was paying attention. "Trust me, sis, the only thing people will be gossiping about is how Liam got schooled by a warrior like you," Sage said with a wink. As Henry leaned her head on Sage's shoulder, she wrapped an arm around her, feeling the warmth of their bond in that simple gesture. As Henry's hand found hers, Sage's heart swelled with affection. "Love you too," she whispered, squeezing Henry's hand in return. Their connection was deep and unbreakable, forged not just by their shared heritage, but by the countless moments they had supported each other through. Sage was determined to be there for Henry through thick and thin. Henry's blush didn't go unnoticed, and Sage grinned, playfully nudging her sister's shoulder. "Oh, come on. You can't tell me there isn't something more than just 'blind hatred' there," she teased back. "And as for the notes, well, maybe I've noted a few things about a certain someone's reactions during that fight." She couldn't help but give a pointed look towards Henry, a mischievous glint in her eye. Sage knew her sister better than anyone, and she was determined to help Henry realize her own feelings, even if it took some gentle teasing to do so. It was something she had known since they met liam, the way he looked at henry and sought her out as a challenge. He HAD to have sort of feelings for her. I mean why else would a guy do that to a girl right??????

Evelyn did not know what to do or say to make up for what happened that night at the bonfire. Her love finally told her that she liked her and then BAM Ares used his ability on them to tear each other apart. How could her mother love a monster like that? But this lead into a depression that had her in her room crying quite often. She wouldn't even wear makeup or try and look cute as she didn't see the purpose. How would Samantha ever get over what Evelyn did to her? When she came to, all she remembers was falling to the ground crying as she thought she might have killed her love. Oh what a tragic ending to their story that would have been....... Evelyn was sitting in her room, with one of her daddy's books off to the side. A tear was running down her face as she was just in a rut this whole summer. A call from her bedroom door opened to show Levi, he was checking in on her. Looking at him she couldn't help but start to cry again "Whattttt-what if she never wants to speak to me again?" Getting up she ran into his arms as she cried more. It was then when he told her to just go find out if she did or not. This sitting in her room was not helping, plus everyone in the cabin was very worried about her! Nodding she put on shorts and her camp t-shirt. Sighing she walked out the door which felt scary, but the next hour she looked all over camp for Samantha when she got to the entrance of the arena. Seeing the beautiful figure of the woman she had crushed on for years was doing what she did best! Train.......Closing her eyes she looked down as she walked straight over to her. The anxiety in her building as she got closer and closer. Her hands were in front of her as she fidgeted with them. Pushing herself to do this and get it over with as Levi was right. Sitting in her room crying did not solve a thing. "ummmmmm Hey" her words were full of pain as her eyes were searching to see what might happen next!

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Henry smiled at Sage's words, leaning her head on her sister's shoulder. She always knew what to say, even when Henry herself didn't know what she wanted to her. "Thanks, sis. I just don't want anyone to gossip. I mean, I only kissed him to distract him..." she trailed off, her eyes growing misty with the recollection of his lips. He had tasted like sweat and stone fruit. Henry's hand snaked into her sister's and gave it a squeeze. "Love ya," she smiled, letting her love for her sister eclipse everything that had just happened. Henry had grown up a lonely only child, only to find out she had 10s of half-siblings she didn't even know existed. Sage would always be her favourite -- they were more than just half-siblings, bound by the whims of their goddess mother. They were sisters. And best friends. Henry couldn't help but blush as she read her sister's notes. She was a talented enough writer that Henry felt as though she'd lived it all again. "More to the dynamic? Yeah, blind hatred maybe!" Henry insisted. "He kept calling me princess, like I wasn't beating his ass into the ground. Such an asshole," The words didn't sound convincing, but she hoped Sage was too busy looking at Loukas to register that. "Would you cut that out? He's obviously obsessed with you. Isn't that in those notes of yours?" Henry teased. It was amazing how perceptive Sage was, only to be totally lost on something SO obvious.

Finley observed Elena from a distance as she meandered through the camp, lost in her own thoughts. Her demeanor seemed distant, a clear indication of an internal struggle. Leaning casually against a tree, his surfboard propped up against his leg, Finley's gaze remained fixed on her every move. The conflicted look on her face intrigued him, and he couldn't help but wonder about the thoughts that were consuming her. As Elena neared the boundary of the camp, a flicker of concern crossed Finley's mind. He knew her strength well, being a child of Ares, yet his worry for her safety still lingered. He'd witnessed her fierce determination in action, taking on monsters with an unwavering resolve. It was that very spirit that had initially drawn him to her. Adjusting his hold on the surfboard, his fingers traced the intricate pattern on its surface as he contemplated whether to approach her. With a decisive push away from the tree, Finley started making his way toward Elena. "Hey, Elena," his voice carried a warm, friendly tone, accompanied by a faint smile. "Would you mind some company?" he motioned towards the forest, indicating a casual stroll.

Liam's fist in Henry's hair, guiding her head back, sent a rush of shameful excitement through the girl's body. His lips made contact with her neck, at once tender and hungry. Henry's mind wandered to all the times she had battled him, and watched him glisten under the sun as she countered his moves; her irritation and frustration at him was suddenly recontextualised into a deep craving, a wicked longing. All the times she had been plotting strategy and imagining what it would take to 'distract' him... could it be that her fantasies were about more than triumphing over him? That all along, she had wanted only to submit? As he bit on her neck, Henry let out a gasp of pleasure, a show of weakness that he'd never seen from her before. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction, so quickly caught herself enough to make a sarcastic comment. "Do you have a crush on me or something, Daddy's boy? G-gross!" the last word came out as an involuntary moan that conveyed her desperation as his hands moved below her waist. It was undeniable now, the feelings she had for him. Feelings she'd been pushing down for a long time. Her skin tingled under his touch, the way his warm hands roamed over her body making her shiver. She was lost in him, blind to any other factor in the environment. She felt entirely present, and on the edge of a tremendous thrill. Henry's hand travelled to the back of Liam's head, fingers entwining in his hair. She was overcome, not only with lust but with the feeling of deep connection. A willingness to be vulnerable that she hadn't felt in some years. This boy was getting through her armour, but she didn't try to stop him. "I- I want it, Liam. I want you." it came out as a whisper, and felt like a sinful confession.

Tempest wasn't quite sure why Celeste couldn't simply ask Mila herself before she left but whatever! Clearly Celeste was taking to the dare which was nice. She knew the girl would be capable and if she did manage to screw it up then all the better, the fallout of the drama would be worth it. Turning to her sister, "Well, what will it be, Truth or Dare?"

Arsen had learned to separate his life in New York from his life at camp. It was pretty easy at times since he didn't have access to his phone or other forms of communication. His friends back home had gotten used to his disappearances over time and when he came back they were more than happy to catch him up on everything he had missed. But every so often there was one person that was particularly hard to let go of. Arsen had grown up with Celeste. His father was friends with her mother and considering they both had something very unique in common, it was no surprise his father had wanted them to get along in hopes he wouldn't feel so alone in his situation. Growing up with Celeste was interesting and she was anything but tame. In fact, the girl was quite wild and at times too much for him to deal with at a time. When he had been a teenager, she had been fun but after that, she was more trouble than what he thought she was worth and he had started to only come around when he needed something from her. Arsen was not above using people for his own benefit, and she was no exception. But that only meant he would see her on his own terms, or so he liked to believe. Which brought them to the current situation. It was one of those times when Arsen actually had to be at the office since there was an important meeting with stock holders and despite his unreliable nature, he still had an important vote in the board meetings. Which honestly, bored him to death. He leaned back against his chair, half listening when one of the secretaries walked in. "Mr. Harrington? There is a woman here for you. Celeste Hadzis she said her name was. I'm afraid she is being insistent." Arsen looked up and simply dismissed the secretary. His usual tell her I'm not here rolled out of his tongue rolled out so effortlessly that he barely noticed it. Putting that matter to rest, or so he thought, the secretary came back and he noticed the frantic look on her face. It was enough to bring the meeting to an abrupt halt, with the board members looking at him with slight annoyance. "I'm afraid sir, that she won't leave and I am being told things are being broken." Arsen looked at her with confusion but he groaned as he got up from his chair and followed her outside, excusing himself from the meeting. On one end he was relieved to be out of there but on the other, anything Celeste was a no go. With all the energy he could muster, he got himself to the scene of the chaos and when he saw her, he simply sighed to himself, walked over to her and grabbed her by the arm. "Thank you, gentlemen. I got it from here," he told his staff before pulling Celeste away from them and bringing her to face her. He was holding her tightly but he was cautious not to hurt her. He didn't want to add to the crazy. "Okay, so you have my attention. What do you want?"

Arsen had long forgotten where he was and what he was doing there. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered except for that beautiful woman that had his cock inside of her mouth and was playing with it in such a way that had him moaning ever so slightly. He had learned how to control himself and how to make the anticipation build until he was ready. He wasn't one to simply let go once he felt himself cumming. He had stamina and he had endurance. But she was testing his patience and his ability to refrain himself. The way she moaned was intoxicating and he had to bite his lip to keep himself sane. He looked down at the way she slowly brought her fingers to her underwear and he could swear it was like she was glowing, radiating pleasure. She moaned and Arsen was having a hard time keeping himself from ripping off her underwear. The way she was taking him after took a moment to control. He wanted more than just to have her suck him. He wanted to be inside her, rip away her clothes in an animalistic matter. "I want to go inside you," he said, lowering his hands over her hand. He wrapped his hand around her hair and gently pulled so she would turn to look at him. He wanted her to meet his gaze and he moved his body away from her. "No more games. Let me show you what it is like to be with a man." He smiled, lowering his body. He kissed her for a moment and let his own fingers enter her underwear. She was wet and he chuckled to himself. He placed them over her entrance and gently brought them inside. He played with her insides, feeling her flesh tight around him. She was getting harder to endure.

Her hand slid off James' arm the second he asked if she was real. "Of course." she told him as her head tilted a little to the side. She had no idea what this meant to be placed in his dreams once more. Did this mean that they were going to be close for the rest of their lives or was it something that she was needed to do to help him at this moment. She tucked some of her dark hair behind her ear in that moment and listened when he began to tell her about what was going on at that moment. She looked from him to the house and sighed a little. It was his childhood home. That was sad. She blinked a little and glanced back to James as he began to talk once again, listening to everything that he was saying. "I'm sorry James." she told him as she wrapped her arms around him in a hug. She didn't know how to make someone feel better but her friends from the orphange had always hugged her when she was feeling down so of course that was what she was going to do for him at the moment. She looked up at him and gave him a small smile. "I'm sure that you're sister is totally fine." she told him. "Maybe your luck had rubbed off of on that night." she said nodding her head a little. There was a lot going on in the moment. And she wondered if she would be able to alter the dream that he was having at the moment. She closed her eyes and began to think of day light, the house fixed up, his family. She could start feeling the heat of the sun hitting her skin and the smell of the wild flowers that were around the area. She peeked open her eyes to noticed that the sun was up, the darkness was no longer there. The house that was all broken was fixed and the jumped up a little on her toes. "I did it." she told him happily. "No bad dreams for you." she told him as she took a step forward and spun to look at him before pointing behind him. "Don't forget that you have another home as well." she told him and when he turned back he would be able to see his cabin, along with his siblings standing there. Along with some of his friends from other cabins waving at him. "We love you too." She told him happily.