eclipse [j.grace 1]

xvi. who likes me, and who hates you

The days at Camp Jupiter were growing increasingly tense. The camp's atmosphere was fraught with unease as rumours about potential traitors swirled, and the growing rift between Eira and her former friends deepened. As Eira's trust in Lyra solidified, Reyna and Jason became more determined to uncover the truth about the Praetor's involvement in the camp's troubles.

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Jason and Reyna, burdened by their mounting suspicions about Lyra, decided to take their concerns to someone they felt might have a clearer perspective—Marcus Varro. Marcus, known for his level-headedness and dedication to the camp, was someone they trusted.

In a quiet, secluded corner of the camp, Jason and Reyna met with Marcus. The sun was setting, casting long shadows that mirrored the growing darkness of their predicament. Marcus looked up from the stack of documents he was reviewing, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern.

"Marcus, we need to talk," Jason said, his voice low but urgent. "We've been noticing some troubling behaviour from Lyra."

Marcus raised an eyebrow, setting aside his papers. "Troubling behaviour? What are you talking about?"

Reyna took a deep breath, her frustration evident. "We have reason to believe that Lyra might be involved with the deserter. We've seen her meeting with him and discussing things that seem suspicious. It's as if she's working against the camp."

Marcus's expression grew serious. "That's a serious accusation. Do you have any concrete evidence?"

Jason nodded. "We've gathered some documents and testimonies. Nothing conclusive yet, but enough to warrant concern. We need your help to investigate further."

Marcus's eyes narrowed as he listened. "I've always respected Lyra's dedication and skill, but if there's even a hint of betrayal, it's crucial we address it. What do you need from me?"

Reyna looked at Marcus with a mixture of hope and anxiety. "We need your help in verifying the information we've gathered. If there's something we're missing, or if there's a way to confirm Lyra's involvement without alerting her, we could use your expertise."

Marcus nodded, his demeanour resolute. "I'll look into it. But we have to be careful. If Lyra is indeed working with the deserter, we need to handle this discreetly. Any misstep could jeopardize the camp's safety."

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Meanwhile, Eira's relationship with Lyra had grown stronger. The Praetor continued to offer her guidance and support, and Eira found herself increasingly isolated from her former allies. The comfort she found in Lyra's company was juxtaposed with the growing tension and distrust within the camp.

One evening, Eira and Lyra sat together in the Praetor's quarters. Eira was confiding in Lyra about the recent conflicts with her old friends. Lyra listened attentively, her expression a blend of empathy and hidden intent.

"It's hard to see where everyone stands," Eira admitted, her voice tinged with frustration. "I thought I could trust Jason and Reyna, but now..."

Lyra placed a comforting hand on Eira's shoulder. "Sometimes, people can be cruel, especially when they're afraid or confused. It's easier for them to blame others than to face their own fears."

Eira looked at Lyra, her eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude and vulnerability. "You've been a great support. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Lyra smiled warmly, her tone soothing. "I'm here for you, Eira. And I understand how difficult it can be to navigate these challenges. Sometimes, it's those closest to us who are the hardest to trust. But remember, you have me. I believe in you."