Disclaimer:I do not own any of these characters, they are all the property of the wonderful Rick Riordan.
Warning: I'm writing about the thoughts of two minor characters, so you may have imagined their minds differently, if you disagree to what id written below, review with corrections :)
Author Note: This is my first fan-fiction so I hope you like it. Also please review! reviews make me a happy-little-ducky :)
When Octavian had arrived at Camp Half-Blood he had been prepared for a long, hard battle. But the camp was deserted. They had searched the large building that Percy Jackson had told them was the 'Big House' and the cabins. The way Percy had described them Octavian had expected big indoor shrines to the Olympians. But looking at them he thought they looked like average summer-camp cabins that had been decorated to represents different aspects of the gods. The Greeks had obviously left in a hurry. There were still clothes and other belongings in some of the cabins. Yet some were empty, the ones on the far left, which were clearly those of Jupiter, Juno, Pluto and Neptune, looked like they hadn't been slept in for months. They had sent search parties out into the woods but nobody had reported any Greeks, only nymphs had been found, and they had hidden or run from the Romans.
They had set up a temporary fort in the middle of the training camp so the legion could get some rest. Octavian had been stationed on Guard duty and was now sitting against the wall hoping that he would see some Greek blood spilt soon. Octavian had wanted to burn the camp to the ground but Reyna had rebutted the idea, saying that we could use the camp for ourselves, though I suspected she had other, hidden motives. Octavian hated Greeks, after what had happened to his mother all those years ago. But he put those thoughts out of his mind. He stood and gathered his things, his watch was almost over. He was wearing his purple camp shirt and had three teddy-bears hanging from his belt. He also had his imperial gold dagger and a Spatha. He was just about to go get Dakota for his shift when he saw a flash of something in the woods. Was that red hair? Octavian crept into the woods and preyed to Mars that he could slaughter some Greek butt.
Octavian should have sounded the Alarm, or woken another soldier, but what an honor it would be to bring back a Greek prisoner, it would boost his reputation around camp. Octavian knew that he wasn't nice to the other campers, and he knew he had no friends. It was hard for him to let people in, so he built mental barriers and pushed people away. He compensated for friendship with power. Power would allow him to get through the loss and absence. That was why he didn't like Percy Jackson. because Percy had made friends so easily, and everyone just did what the boy wanted without thinking of the risks. They had allowed the Greeks into New Rome and Percy had sworn on his life that they wanted peace. The Octavian had seen the Son of Vulcan fire on his city. Octavian was determined to repay the Greeks for what they had done to his family. He trudged through the forest, avoiding the roots that sprawled across the ground in front of him. He was beginning to think that he hadn't seen anything when Octavian saw her.
Thanks for reading, hope you liked it, I plan on posting around 10 chapters in total over the next month :) please review and, once again, THANK-YOU!