Prologue

Jason Grace

Octavian called Reyna and I to Dad's temple. We were just discussing opening a cavalry section to the legion. When we protested that we were busy, Octavian insisted he had found a disturbing prophecy.

He tore open a Beanie Baby horse and spread the stuffing on the altar. He read the fluff (I've peeked over his shoulder hundreds of times, and I still can't see a word in the cotton.)

"Child who lost her home to fire,

Twentieth Legion is her sire,

Be the one to carve the path,

Lest all is lost to the spider's wrath,

Battle well, or see death untold,

The hero must die to slake the cold,

Storm and wheat must form the chain,

Lest your troubles be in vain." Octavian muttered. He looked up from the fluff. "Oh, my." Reyna and I frowned. "Storm and wheat. Jason, could that mean you?"

"I don't know." I crossed my arms. "But I'm guessing that it's a child of Jupiter."

"What's troubling me is the bit about the Twentieth Legion." Reyna's eyebrows knitted together. "The Twentieth Legion…they haven't been heard from for hundreds of years."

Octavian nodded. "Yes. I believe that a descendant of a legionnaire could be coming to camp soon." He frowned. "I will look into it. Go back to your regular activities."

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