A short one shot of one of the Roman campers. Bet you'll never find out who though :O Nah, you probably will. I really wanted to post something like this before the book came out.
He takes the stuffed elephant, and, despite it's pleading screaming, slowly slices off his head with the silver dagger, chanting the familiar, Latin chant. He takes the body and slices off the four legs. He puts the six pieces on the altar, and takes out his match. He burns the remains of the once, cute, pink elephant. When the flames die down, a small, fresh, black parchment lies in place of the stuffing of the once loved toy. He unravels it, and reads the Latin. He finds it most disturbing, and rereads it. No, he was not wrong. He had read it correctly. He thought it was impossible. He had always learned it was impossible. Everyone learned that it could never happen. But there it was, written in golden blood on the black parchment, was their will. He didn't understand it. But he was determined that he would find out. One way or another. He ponders on the thoughts. He had his evil ways, but he was loyal to his friends. The few that he has. He would never betray them. He couldn't. But he still thought tose evil thoughts.
He hears three whistle blasts. The signal that Camp is under attack. He slips the parchment into the pocket of his baggy jeans, and takes his dagger. He runs out from his tent, and runs to help his camp mates. He notices that the crowd of fighters, were not, in fact, fighting. They were all staring at the scene unfold in front of them. He stays in the distance, hidden withen the shadows. He watches as the waves mimics the moves of the unfamiliar boy's hands. His pure black hair shadowing his face. He watches as the gorgon drops Frank. He watches as the gorgons disintegrates. He watches as Hazel takes him away. He stays for a long time in that same place, thinking about what had happened. His moves were not Roman. He knows it's a son of Neptune, no, Poseidon, according to the will. If he was, and he knows it is, oh yes, this would be fun. He walks back to his tent, his white-blond hair blowing in the wind, and his pitch black eyes full of an evil mischief, a smirk playing on his slim lips. Oh no. He wouldn't tell anyone. He would make the mysterious boy's stay here, much more difficult. And then, when Jason comes back, he'll make sure the boy will die. After all, what fun is it to live in peace?
Probably ooc. Anyway, hope you enjoyed :)
PS. Don't own this. Except maybe the general idea of it.