Over the years, Iris Messages have gone wrong. This is the record of it all. This is the untold story, starting with a vision in the baths, as narrated by Reyna Ramirez Arellano. Written in no particular order, taking suggestions. Perhaps a little OOC.
Chapter 1: Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano in the Baths
Roman baths were always refreshing. Reyna especially enjoyed them when no one else was around to make conversation. It was already hard enough to make small chat when she was fully clothed; being stark naked with only warm bubbly, foamy water as your cover was triple the awkwardness.
Besides, Reyna desperately needed the lone time to think. Just days before (or had it only been hours?), Reyna and the rest of the Forum had sent off Hazel, Frank (Centurion Frank, her mind corrected), and the newcomer Percy Jackson on their quest.
Percy Jackson. He was Reyna's worst nightmare, and Reyna had no choice but to leave it at that. But Reyna did have to think about the quest they'd left for. Did the three of them really just leave for their deaths?
Reyna froze in place. This was her curse: Reyna had a conscience.
And then, as if thinking of Hazel had sparked something, the air directly in front of Rena's face began to shimmer like the heat off a tarmac. Pretty soon, the image of Hazel's face showed in the mirage.
Reyna's eyes popped, and she let loose a guttural scream. But just as quick as she had started screaming, she stopped. Reyna scrambled to find a towel— oh gods, anywhere, yes! — and wrap it around herself. "Hazel?" she gasped.
Hazel who for once looked the ghostly apparition she ought to be blinked. "Reyna? Oh my gods, it is you! Yes, it worked."
"What worked?" demanded Reyna, trying to look in command of the situation— something very hard to accomplish with a skimpy towel that barely covered her midsection.
"Look, don't freak out just yet, okay. You have to listen very carefully. We don't have much time."
Reyna nodded seriously, getting into character. "But you all are alive?"
"Yes," confirmed Hazel.
Reyna sighed, for once allowing herself to betray her true inner feeling: relief. "Great. I'll listen to anything you say through this— wait, what is this called again?" she asked.
"Iris Message. It's Greek."
"Well, it has terrible timing," remarked Reyna.
Hazel laughed heartily, but Rena knew Hazel knew she didn't mean that. This Iris Message, whatever it was, had not come at a better time. It was certainly a good omen.
Reyna just secretly hoped it wasn't an omen for more Iris Messages to come.
Sorry Reyna, there will most definitely be more Iris Messages to come.
A taste of what is to come...
Chapter 2: Annabeth Chase and Percy Jackson Alone in Cabin 3