Chapter 1: Reyna's POV
"Come on, Percy." I urged him, "We've got...new friends to meet."
"Reyna, they're marching down the forum," Hazel said nervously. "Are you sure it's safe?"
I gave Hazel a harsh look. "Hazel Levesque, you know better to question your praetor. Come on. Centurion Zhang, you too."
Frank cleared his throat. "Praetor Reyna, I would like to be called Frank, not Centurion Zhang. It just sounds sort of weird."
I raised an eyebrow at him. "Not accepting the title of a Centurion? Not very Roman at all, Centurion Zhang. You are a centurion, be proud of it." I told him coldly.
"Fine," Frank grumbled, "Whatever you say, Reyna."
"Time to greet the Greeks." I said marching down to the Forum.
A girl with choppy brown hair waved to us, behind her a black curly haired boy, which I noticed Hazel was staring at, and...Jason.
Then Hazel cleared her throat. "Welcome, Greeks, to Camp Jupiter. I am Hazel Levesque, daughter of Pluto."
"That's nice to know," the curly black haired boy said. "By the way, I'm Leo Valdez, son of Hephaestus."
"Hold up, Greeks," Octavian said. "Our praetor Percy Jackson has declared not to attack you. Should I listen?"
"Yes," the choppy haired girl said. "You," she pointed at Octavian, "must listen to him."
"I don't have to, young Greekling," Octavian said, "I'm the augur here. Respect me."
"No fighting or arguing," I told Octavian, then turned to the Greeks. "I"m Reyna, first praetor of the Twelfth Legion, daughter of Bellona. Octavian here has some...speaking control problems." I said.
"Nice," Jason said. "What's the augur anyways? The oracle?"
I scowled at him. "We're fresh out of oracles, and yes, mister, it's the same as the augur. Octavian is the descendent of Apollo, and he reads the auguries at Camp Jupiter."
"Hey!" a voice said, "need any help here?"
"Thalia?" Jason questioned a spiky black haired girl.
The girl grinned. "Hunters of Artemis, here to help. By the way," she said, turning to us, "I'm Thalia Grace, daughter of Zeus, Hunter of Artemis, or Diana, whatever."
Percy raised his hand in greeting. "Nice to see you again, Pinecone Face."
Thalia grinned at him. "We'll see who wins this one," Thalia taunted him. "And it's sure to be me."
"No, it's going to be me." Percy insisted.
Thalia dismissed that idea immediately. "By the way, if your wondering where Annabeth is, she's still making some kind of plans with Clarisse on the Argo II." Thalia said.
"Hey, we haven't introduced each other yet." Jason pointed out, and then twisted his mouth into a smirk.
"The famous Jason Grace," Percy mused, then stuck out his hand for Jason to shake, "Welcome back to Camp Jupiter, Jason Grace. I'm Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon."
"Come on, Percy." I urged him, "We've got...new friends to meet."
"Reyna, they're marching down the forum," Hazel said nervously. "Are you sure it's safe?"
I gave Hazel a harsh look. "Hazel Levesque, you know better to question your praetor. Come on. Centurion Zhang, you too."
Frank cleared his throat. "Praetor Reyna, I would like to be called Frank, not Centurion Zhang. It just sounds sort of weird."
I raised an eyebrow at him. "Not accepting the title of a Centurion? Not very Roman at all, Centurion Zhang. You are a centurion, be proud of it." I told him coldly.
"Fine," Frank grumbled, "Whatever you say, Reyna."
"Time to greet the Greeks." I said marching down to the Forum.
A girl with choppy brown hair waved to us, behind her a black curly haired boy, which I noticed Hazel was staring at, and...Jason.
Then Hazel cleared her throat. "Welcome, Greeks, to Camp Jupiter. I am Hazel Levesque, daughter of Pluto."
"That's nice to know," the curly black haired boy said. "By the way, I'm Leo Valdez, son of Hephaestus."
"Hold up, Greeks," Octavian said. "Our praetor Percy Jackson has declared not to attack you. Should I listen?"
"Yes," the choppy haired girl said. "You," she pointed at Octavian, "must listen to him."
"I don't have to, young Greekling," Octavian said, "I'm the augur here. Respect me."
"No fighting or arguing," I told Octavian, then turned to the Greeks. "I"m Reyna, first praetor of the Twelfth Legion, daughter of Bellona. Octavian here has some...speaking control problems." I said.
"Nice," Jason said. "What's the augur anyways? The oracle?"
I scowled at him. "We're fresh out of oracles, and yes, mister, it's the same as the augur. Octavian is the descendent of Apollo, and he reads the auguries at Camp Jupiter."
"Hey!" a voice said, "need any help here?"
"Thalia?" Jason questioned a spiky black haired girl.
The girl grinned. "Hunters of Artemis, here to help. By the way," she said, turning to us, "I'm Thalia Grace, daughter of Zeus, Hunter of Artemis, or Diana, whatever."
Percy raised his hand in greeting. "Nice to see you again, Pinecone Face."
Thalia grinned at him. "We'll see who wins this one," Thalia taunted him. "And it's sure to be me."
"No, it's going to be me." Percy insisted.
Thalia dismissed that idea immediately. "By the way, if your wondering where Annabeth is, she's still making some kind of plans with Clarisse on the Argo II." Thalia said.
"Hey, we haven't introduced each other yet." Jason pointed out, and then twisted his mouth into a smirk.
"The famous Jason Grace," Percy mused, then stuck out his hand for Jason to shake, "Welcome back to Camp Jupiter, Jason Grace. I'm Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon."
