(Reyna's POV)

I stand at the door of the principia as a very angry Octavian exits.

"We need to put a stop to this Reyna!" he shouts at me. "We're all just sitting around waiting for the graecus to arrive and attack!"

I take a breath and exhale. I try to keep my voice steady and calm. "We aren't going to attack them on sight Octavian. They have come her for a reason and we have to hear them out.

"Hear them out! They are coming to attack our city. You being praetor and all aren't taking care of it! I shall see that-" I cut him off. "You will not do anything without my permission. Listen Octavian." He opens his mouth to argue but shuts it and waits.

I have to control my temper. Who does he think he is? Constantly shouting with me and making demands when in truth, I'm the figure of authority in this legion. I'll try to reason with him."We shouldn't make any drastic moves so this wont blow out of proportion- I start. "Ugh!" He throws his hands up and storms away muttering "This is madness. I should be praetor. Out of hand since Jason left...''

Jason.

My former colleague. My friend. My...

No. I cannot afford to let my mind wander off at a time like this. I walk back into the principia and shut the door behind me. Time to face the inevitable. Jason will finally return to New Rome, to me. I have to admit I have been short tempered and on edge since he was gone. The other campers had already predicted the worse. For a while I was the only one who thought he was still alive. He was missing for so many months. And now getting that video note saying he was coming with the greeks made my head spin with unanswered questions. If Jason was really on that ship, we couldn't shoot it down. That meant I had to make sure Octavian didn't interfere.

Once for the billionth time today I opened the door of the principia. I told the first person I saw, Dakota, to keep tabs on Octavian. He stopped downing a flask of kool-aid and nodded. "Yessir! Eh, Reyna!" He ran off.

I was already out of the principia so I decided to walk it out. Thinking of Jason's arrival made me nervous. Would he be happy to see me? Hug me and tell me he missed me? Or would he react differently. I tried to visualize a happy reunion where his face would light up when he saw me. He'd envelope me in the best hug ever. The greeks would return to their camp, and New Rome would be at peace.

When I finally lifted my head up I stood in front of Jason's favorite cafe. When we weren't occupied with our duties, we would come here and he'd always get brownies and I'd always get hot chocolate and we'd talk for hours at the table near the window. Lately I've been coming here by myself and sitting at our table, not ordering anything but just staring out of the window. The waitress would always come over to me with a small smile and offer me some coffee. But I'd kindly refuse every time.

I reached out to open the door but as soon as my hand touched the door, the shouting started.

Many different things happened at once.

Somebody shouted "The Graecus!" Someone else yelled "-Flying ship" A girls voice shrieked "GET REYNA!". I sprinted through streets, down hills, past the forum, and towards the Little Tiber. Flying Ship?! I looked up and sure enough floating above the little Tiber was a small flying ship. It was suspended in the air. Oh My Gods. I was frozen in my spot. I saw all of them coming down one by one and a crowd starting to move forward.

I ran as fast as I could but the crowd was so heavy I couldn't see a thing.

Heads turned as I tried to make my way through the demigods. But when they saw it was me, They silently parted making a path for me. Perks of being a praetor. As I walked to the front, I adjusted my armor and fixed my cape so that I wouldn't trip on it. I near the front and look around.

I see Percy, cape hopelessly twisted, with his arms slung around Frank and Hazel. I see Octavian in the distance with a look of pure disgust across his face and Dakota a few yards away from him gripping his flask for dear life.

I reach the front. I lock eyes with a blonde girl in an orange t-shirt. Inside I was feeling to many things at once. But outside I wore a look of a praetor. No fear showed my face. No emotions except courage and bravery.

The funny thing was that the blonde's face mirrored mine.

Behind me I heard whispers of "Jason!" "He's back!"

Percy came from behind to join me. The blonde's eyes got a little crazed almost identical to how mines get sometimes. Her mind was somewhere else?

Moving on... I turned to the person next to her

Jason.