I am...So tired...Father...(Harper)

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It wasn't like him to be like this...

Thwack

He hated feeling the emotions that were racing through his mind....

Crunch

Tears were rolling down his face as he was relentlessly destroying an innocent tree. The moon was high in the sky as he was all alone out here in the forest the scar on his chest burning him with agonizing pain. He was shirtless because the cool night ir seemed to numb the pain a little. The silver S shaped scar on his chest was a mark that he would have to live with forever since she had lied to him. Dragged into the underworld under the spell of a god, and almost forced into oblivion had taken it's toll on him, but his father had saved him, and bound the power of that lesser god into this scar that he would have to live with forever. It was a small price to pay in order to not be dead at the moment. She still plagued his mind though, and the even more frustrating part of this was that he felt angry all the time...It didn't matter what was going on he was always on edge, always wanting to fight.

More tears streamed down his face as his scar burned even hotter, and he wanted to just take his blade, and shove it through his own chest in order to make it stop permanently, but he knew that would be the cowards way out, and he was no coward. Everything that was ever good in his life had been taken away from him...Selena, and Silvia being the main two that came to his mind as he continued sparring against his imaginary enemy. He always seemed in a daze never getting enough sleep as thought's of being dragged back down to the river because of her broken vow plagued him, which only served to make him angrier. So he was always out here in the forest away from everyone training, and killing the infinitely respawining monsters so that he could make himself even stronger. His Stygian Iron Broadsword, Blood Seeker, at his side he was practically invincible anyway or so he thought. He just wanted to be rid of this damn scar, but he began to laugh as he thought back to a meeting he had so long ago...A girl by the name of Harper Jones...He had given her the same scar except on her back.

The irony of just that alone almost caused him to lose his sanity, but with his blade in his hands he continued to fight, and fight without stopping, pushing himself harder, and harder with each thrust until finally his body had enough. With his sword by his side he collapsed in the forest. Silently with no one around, surrounded by monsters he fell asleep finally pushing himself harder than what he could handle, and his dreams were visions of a twisted reality where Selena, and Silvia had never left him, and there was still something redeemable about him. Sure he was a huge jerk to everyone, but they made him better, they calmed him down, and made him feel hole...Without them he was left empty, and alone like an endless abyss. He just raged, and consumed everything that came near him like a great inferno.

"Father...I am so tired..." he muttered the words in his sleep...

If one were to inspect him they would see numerous scars on his back in addition to the S shaped one on his chest. His jet black hair was wild, and messy like he had done nothing but fight for survival for all of his life. Quiet literally he looked like hell...

[Harper Jones]

Harper hated being cooped up in her cabin, but the only times she was allowed out was at night. There was so much she could do in the confined space of her cabin, so she basically slept through the day. It worried her siblings, even if they wouldn't say anything to her face. Sleeping through the day meant she could get to her freedom faster at night. During the nights, Harper did things she missed while she lived in California. She missed the beach, the lake, the forest... She hadn't wandered to the last place until this very night. She was avoiding it because she knew that the monsters were usually in full force, but she knew she needed to see Jethro. She knew he was just a laurel tree now, but she felt like a bit of him was still present. He was still around and Harper needed to see him.

This very night she bundled herself to face the cold and tied her sword, Weed Wacker, and its sheath around her hips and went to venture into the forest. Going towards the forest was the easy part. Going deeper into the forest... Harper was just glad that she wasn't Snow White, because these trees were starting to look creepier the further she ventured into the forest. She would jump at very small sound the forest made and she would grip the hilt of her sword a little bit harder. The last thing she wanted was to be eaten by a monster and join her friend.

Her wandering lead her to a small clearing in the forest. A person laying down in the middle of it and she stopped dead in her tracks as she got a better look at his face. Her heart raced as it went up her throat. Him. She immediately went on alert as her eyes darted around in the darkness. It had to be a trap. He was supposed to be dead. Him and the others that tormented her didn't make it out of the battle. They shouldn't have made it out of the battle. How was he here? Her eyes couldn't see anything suspicious, but she still pulled out her sword and carefully walked closer to the boy on the ground.

She kept her eyes on him and noticed how he was breathing, William had to be asleep or knocked unconscious. As she got closer, she noticed how he had a scar on his chest in the same shape as the one on her back. "Well, karma's cruel," she muttered to herself as she stopped just a few feet away from him. She pointed her sword at him, just in case he was going to ambush her. But when she got a look at his face, she felt her scar burn. It's been years since his sword dug into her skin and the wound heal, but she felt that burn. She remembered what he did to her. And just looking at his face, she felt that burning grow inside of her. Her breathing quickened as she glared down at him.

She should've left him for the wild monsters to feed on, but that was too humane for what he did to her. What he did was not humane. She wasn't even sure he was human at this point. Not after what he did to her. She lowered her sword as she took a couple steps closer to him before screaming as she aimed a kick right between his legs.

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He was sleeping peacefully not a care in the world as his body had finally relaxed after his many month's of duress trying to escape from the underworld. Styx had it out for him now, and was probably going to be sending monster's to kill him for the rest of his life. Though in this one moment he didn't care about that, or really anything. He was having a wonderful dream about what his life could have been like with Silvia, their children growing up to be beautiful, and powerful demi-gods, how happy he could have been. That was what hurt him the most, this is what could have been...But no he was forced to suffer because of his love, because he trusted the word of someone he cared about, and now he had a reminder of that misplaced trust on his chest. It would be with him forever, he began to stir a little in his sleep as his dream slowly became a nightmare, and then it happened. Pain wracked his body as he immediately grabbed between his legs covering himself as he started to cough, and sputter. Waking up with a start he looked around trying to find the culprit behind his current pain.

That was when he saw her...She hadn't changed a bit from when he had basically tortured her, maybe a little skinnier, or malnourished, definitely paler like she hadn't been getting a whole lot of sun. Her blonde hair still had a shine to it though, but he stood up his, stygian broadsword clutched firmly in his grasp as he looked her over. She seemed for the most part fine, he on the other hand was shirtless, and his pants were in tatter's with hundreds of holes in them. Looking at her he realized that she was the one who had probably kicked him seeing as how there were no other peole around at the moment, and he definitely hadn't kicked himself. A twinkle of amusement flitted across his eyes, but it died just as soon as it had shown, he couldn't afford to waste time with this girl, and her petty squabble with him. He hadn't been back for long, he had to tell Chiron about his predicament to see if there was something that could be done. His silver scar shone in the moonlight almost glowing as he drew himself to his full height.

"Psh...For a second I thought I was in real danger..." he said as he looked at her, his face emotionless.

It was an entirely different demeanor from the last time that they had met, when he had been raw with anger, and pure emotion. This time he was like a stone, not showing any cracks as he looked at her, the pain subsiding just as quickly as it had come. She had gotten him good, holding his sword up level with her chest, the tip aimed straight for the spot between her lungs so that if he ran her through she would still survive...Maybe.

"Listen girl...Just walk away right now, you couldn't stand up to me before, you wouldn't last a minute now. I don't wanna kill you, so just leave." his voice cold like ice as the words slithered out of his lips, like an icy mist.

His scar burned as he could feel the fury boiling within him, the need to fight her, to prove his dominance against this weakling, but if he gave in...He might not wake up from that craze, and he didn't want to be in that state ever again.

[Harper Jones]

Harper felt a bit of satisfaction as her foot made contact with his crotch, especially how he reacted to it. A slightly evil smirk crept onto her face as she took a couple of steps back, so he had room to writhe in pain. Just watching him in pain, Harper wanted to inflict more on him. Inflict as much pain or more than what he inflicted on her with that scar. She was about to set herself up for another kick when he stood up. Her eyes narrowed for a second as she mentally debated whether or not to run her sword right through him right there and then. That would end the torment that he would eventually bring upon the camp and it would solve all her internal turmoil.

Psh... For a second I thought I was in real danger... Her eyes narrowed at him as she straightened up and squared her shoulders at him. She refused to be walked on like he did last time. She was stronger. Xenos trained her once she told him about the scar. She could take more than he dished out the last time, if he ever got to that point. She didn't flinch as he raised his sword up to her, but she made sure to grip hers tighter. Her face remained emotionless like his as she noticed that his scar was very predominant on his chest.

She sharply jabbed her chin towards his chest. "So, I see you wanted a matching scar too," she said coolly as a smirk crept onto her lips. "Is it a token of our friendship?"