~Alysse's POV~
AS ALYSSE STOOD in the augur's sacrificing area, she saw him take a stuffed bear and cut it open to sacrifice to the gods. He turned around and said,
"I've got a prophecy."
"I'll gather the Senate. You go down there immediately." Alysse said.
"Yes, praetor." Octavian said and walked away. Yes, praetor. Reyna is not the praetor. Alysse is. She's been here ever since she was a baby. Her mother, Venus, dropped her off, after she and her father had agreed it would be best, to a demigod couple in the city. She was trained by them and eventually, at thirteen, a record age in the legion, became praetor. alysse_thompson_casual/set?id=164916002 She walked over to the Fifth Cohort's bunk area and shouted,
"Centurions, gather for the Senate! There is a prophecy." Everyone perked up at that and the centurions gathered their togas and began to put them on. Alysse walked out and continued to do the same thing to do the same thing to the other four cohorts. After she had informed everyone, she smiled slightly at the thought of a prophecy. Anything to keep Octavian busy. She briskly walked into the principia after dropping her sword off with Terminus. Almost everyone was there, with the exception of Gwen, who was on a quest at the moment. She sat down in the chair for the praetor and looked over the crowd of people all raving about a new prophecy. Once she was sure that every centurion, except Gwen, was there, she stood.
"Romans! The reason for this gathering is that, as you may know, a prophecy has been discovered by our augur. Now, if you could recite it for us, Octavian?" she said and motioned for Octavian to stand where he could be seen by everyone.
"Eight half-bloods shall answer the call,
To sun or fire the world must fall,
An oath to keep with final breath,
and foes bear arms to the doors of death." Octavian announced.
"Alright. I know that this is very sudden, but we must remain calm. We are Romans! We can handle anything that anyone throws at us. I suggest that we do not send a quest until we are certain that we know who these 'eight half-bloods' are. All in favor?" Alysse said and everyone, including Octavian, raised their hands.
"Great. Then it is final. We will not send a quest until we are certain who to send. Dismissed." she said and watched as everyone left. She followed and picked up her sword from Terminus and sheathed it. She continued walking until she reached the border of the camp. She watched as the guards protected the gates. Suddenly, their was a commotion from outside and a boy, about her age, with blonde hair and brown eyes stumbled in, carrying an injured Gwen. Alysse jumped to her feet and ran over to Gwen and the boy. She reached them and said,
"Gwen! Are you okay?" She hurriedly took Gwen from the tired boy and supported her on her shoulder. She turned and motioned for the boy to follow her. They walked side by side in silence until they reached the infirmary. She hastily set Gwen down gently on a cot and said,
"You, follow me. We need to find a healer." He nodded and followed her to the Third Cohort's bunking area.
"Is anyone in here a healer?" she shouted hurriedly. A hand shot up and a boy she recognized as a son of Apollo made his way forward.
"I am." he said
"Great. Follow me. Gwen is hurt." Alysse said and started to walk back with an extremely fast pace, which the boy and the son of Apollo could barely match without running. They made their way back to the infirmary and Alysse showed the healer Gwen and started to work on her wound. Alysse grabbed the boy's wrist and dragged him out of the room with her.
"What's your name?" she said kindly. The boy wasn't expecting such a nice tone and his shoulders stopped tensing.
"Danny Mitchell." he said.
"My name is Alysse Thompson. Do you know about the Roman gods?"
"Um, kind of."
"Well there's Apollo, god of the Sun, Venus, goddess of love and beauty, Mars, god of war, Juno, goddess of marriage, Jupiter, god of the skies and storms, Diana, goddess of the moon and the Hunt, and much more that I can't think of. Ring any bells?"
"Yeah, I know most of the gods that you just named."
"Well, they're real. Sometimes they have children with mortals, those children are called demigods. Most of the people in this camp are demigods or legacies. Legacies are descended from the gods but not directly related. Like their grandchildren and so on. My mom is Venus, goddess of love and beauty."
"Really? Am I a demigod?"
"I don't know, you'll have to be-" she was cut off by a bright yellow lyre appearing above Danny's head. She smiled, and said,
"Claimed."
She got on one knee, and announced,
"All hail, Danny Mitchell, son of Apollo."