Perfidious Chances (A Camp Jupiter Fanfiction)

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Chapter 1

Nisha

Nisha Ramaid was watching her friend Hector change light bulbs in the barracks of the second cohort. Well trying to anyways.

"You turn it the other way," Nisha tells Hector pointedly. "Why don't you just let me do it?"

"I've got it," Hector tells her testily. "I know what I'm doing." Still he switches from trying to screw in the lightbulb clockwise and switches it to counterclockwise. "I can switch out lightbulbs you know."

"I don't doubt it. Still, let me help you," Nisha says already coming close to the ladder. "Come on, I'm a daughter of Vulcan, this will be easy."

"Are you saying that I am bad at changing light bulbs?" Hector asks her, only half teasing. Nisha bites her lip, thinking about how to respond. It could be a tricky situation.

She eventually gives a small nod. "But you're great at son of Mars things," Nisha tells him graciously. "You know leading and battles and all that stuff. I just build stuff. And fix stuff."

Hector snorts. "You discredit yourself," he tells her. "You're an amazing fighter."

"I'm better at building stuff," she says quickly. "Now please let me finish changing out the light bulbs. We don't want to be late for the war games. We get to build the fort today. Would you really rob me of that?"

"Nobody said you had to stay here Legionnaire," Hector grunts.

Ah so he pulled out rank. Well two can play that game, Nisha thought. "Centurion Hector," she says formally. "You know that it is your duty to lead this cohort in this. And you not being there will-"

"Fine just fix the light bulbs!" Hector snaps out. "I really don't like when you do this."

"You mean when I'm right?" Nisha asks with an arched eyebrow as Hector descends down the ladder. "Come on."

"I could punish you for this," Hector tells her. "Your impertinence."

"But you won't," Nisha says knowingly as she quickly inserts the light bulb in, a soft light coming from it. She hops down and moved the ladder over a bit and then climbing up, quickly changes the next light bulb. "Besides you need somebody to keep you in check."

"There are the Lares, and the praetors-"

"I can't speak for the Lares but Reyna and Frank aren't babysitters," Nisha tells him. "Beside, I see you constantly and they don't. Lets keep it real."

"I don't even know what to make of that," Hector tells her, shaking his head. And it was true. Nisha did manage to make him unsure of his tongue and actions. However he didn't know that he made her feel the same way. That doesn't sound like that would happen between friends but it did. And to make it more ironic, Nisha and Hector were each others closest friend.

"Well the lights are fixed," Nisha informs Hector as she climbs down the ladder, brushing her black braid back behind her shoulders. "We should probably get going now." Nisha says it as a statement but she knows that Hector was the one with the actual authority here.

"Yeah we should," Hector agrees as he makes his way over to his bunk and opens the cabinet next to it, pulling out his armor. He then starts to put it on over his clothes and Nisha takes that as her cue to do the same.

"How long do we have to get there?" Nisha asks Hector as soon as she had finished putting on her armor and had her sword, shield, and spear on her. Nisha wished that the Romans didn't carry so much equipment, especially since she had more than the average person. Nisha was the second cohorts standard bearer. She got a horse so she physically didn't have to walk around carrying the peices, but still it was annoying.

"If we run we can make it," Hector decides. "Ready?"

Nisha sighs and picks up the standard of her cohort from its place of honor in the middle of the barrack. "Ready," she parrots. The she and Hector start to run towards the training grounds.

"Take this as extra training," Hector calls out lightly to her.

"Vescere bracis meis!" Nisha shouts back at him angrily.

"Really, 'eat my shorts'?" Hector jokes. "You can do so much better than that."

"Fine," she snaps. "Utinam barbari spatium proprium tuum invadant! I hate running!"

"That hurt me," Hector tells her trying to keep a straight face. "Really. I've always had a fear of barbarians invading my personal space you know and-"

"Shut up," Nisha says with a violent blush.

"Errare est humanum," Hector tells her in a cross between kindness, friendly-joking, and a mock patronizing tone.

"Don't speak Latin to me," Nisha says darkly. Though she was joking and they both knew it.

"Hey, you started it," Hector points out. "With your whole 'eat my shorts'."

"It was a perfectly acceptable thing to say," Nisha says boldly, though she does turn slightly pink in the cheeks.

"If you say so," Hector says. Nisha notices how the light catches his blue-green eyes and how they sparkle. And what was she saying? Nisha did not think of him in that way. Hector was her friend. Her very best friend. And-

"What's wrong Nish?" Hector asks with a layer of concern. "You look like you are having an....I don't know. But what's up?"

"Ah...nothing," Nisha tells him. "It really isn't anything to worry about. Come on, lets just get to the Fields."

"My daddy's fields," Hector says. He tries to keep a straight face but fails massively, cracking up. Nisha is unable to contain herself and starts laughing too.

"Oh my gods," she gasps. "You're such a dork. Oh my gosh."

"It wasn't that funny!" Hector protests. However Nisha is to busy laughing to even acknowledge it. Running while laughing was interesting, especially when you have to carry heavy equipment. Because of this, Nisha ends up tripping and falling on her face, now causing Hector to go into a laughing fit at her expense.

"Good job," Hector tells her as she picks herself off the ground. Hector helps her up as she stumbles. "Here," he says handing her an ace bandage. "It's not ideal but you need to clean that," he says looking at their cohort's dirty eagle. Nisha was pretty dirty too as she had fallen in the dirt, which was now mud from last nights rain. Nisha takes the bandage gratified. It was going to be bad enough that she was going to come dirty, she would have died if the standard was dirty too. It was a matter of pride for each cohort. It was an honor to be the standard bearer.

Nisha cleans it hastily but thoroughly. "Come on," she tells Hector. "I don't want to be late." Hector nods, understanding. And then they both rush off as quickly as they could to the fields.




Hey so this is the first chapter of a demigod fanfiction, except with our Roman friends. So a few notes. I actually know Latin so there will be Latin phrases in here, a lot more than the Greek ones in my Greek fanfiction. I don't know Greek and the only phrases I will honestly trust are Rick's and ancient proverbs. I can actually form Latin phrases and I will honestly not pass up an opportunity where I can use Latin and it be socially acceptable. I will give a translation at the end of each chapter though so here we go. Also read my intro!

Translations

Vescere bracis meis! ~ Eat my shorts!

Utinam barbari spatium proprium tuum invadant! ~ May barbarians invade your personal space.

"The Fields", referring to the Campus Martius or the Fields of Mars.

Errare est humanum ~ It is human to make mistakes

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