The War of the Immortals
Hello people of Earth and other surrounding galaxies! It is I, Irishchic1234, come to write yet another Percy Jackson fanfiction. This is actually a sequel to my House of Hades fanfiction, so if you haven't read that, you might be kind of confused. But I think you'll catch on pretty quickly. If you have read my HoH fic, that's great! Let's get started, shall we?
Chapter I REYNA
Sometimes, Reyna seriously hated her job. Being praetor of New Rome was great, of course, but it came with liabilities. Like the fact that she had to deal with a whiny, teddy bear-beheading moron named Octavian. He had stirred the Romans into such a war-crazed frenzy that she'd basically been forced to lead an attack on the Greek camp. And if there was nothing Reyna hated more, it was doing things she didn't agree with.
She knew that attacking Camp Halfblood was the worst decision possible. They needed to work together with the Greeks, that much was clear. But Reyna saw no other course of action. The spear had been thrown, and the Romans were out for blood.
Also, Reyna had no one else to help share the burden of leadership. There was a reason for two praetors. They swapped battle plans together, told each other when they had a bad idea, and also calmed one another down when they needed it. That used to be Jason's job. Then it was Percy's. Now they were both of on this insane quest and Reyna was alone. Again.
The daughter of Bellona sighed and pushed these thoughts aside. Standing up, she grabbed her spear and walked out of her tent, the mechanical wolves following her dutifully. The Romans were milling around in the forest, weary from travel. The legion had marched for days towards Long Island, being attacked by tons of monsters along the way.
"Reyna!" a whiny voice called from behind her.
Octavian. Reyna sighed and turned around, plastering a weak smile on her face.
"Hello Octavian. I believe I put you on watch-duty. Why have you abandoned your post?"
"Nothing's going to disturb us anyway." he said impatiently.
"Reyna, when are we going to attack those Greeks?"
"All in good time, Octavian." Reyna replied wearily.
"The legion is exhausted from our march. We need to give them time to recuperate before the battle. It would be suicide to leap into a battle worn out. If Percy is any example, the Greek demigods are excellent fighters, and quite unorthodox in their ways of attack."
Octavian sighed, clearly not amused by this answer. He crossed his arms around his skinny frame and strode away in a huff. He was such a child.
"Get back to your post." she ordered him.
Octavian gave no indication that he'd heard her and Reyna walked away, getting ready for dinner.
The demigods sat down to a simple meal of bread, grapes and water that night. But they joked and laughed the entire time and if Reyna shut her eyes, she could imagine herself back at Camp Jupiter, sitting beside Jason as everyone dined, ravenous from a day's training. This daydream was destroyed by hearing a roar. Snapping up, Reyna saw a gigantic hellhound standing above them.
"Octavian, I told you to watch the borders!" she hissed at him.
Octavian was shaking in his boots, staring in absolute terror at the monster. Reyna muttered a curse under her breath and turned away from him.
"My bow!" she shouted, holding out her hand as someone threw her weapon towards her.
She notched an arrow and was prepared to shoot, when a cry threw her focus off. The arrow hit Octavian in the foot, but Reyna was too focused on the situation to feel sorry.
"Mrs. O'Leary, come back! You know you shouldn't leave camp!"
A teenaged boy ran down the hill towards them, searching for the hellhound. He spotted her and ran over,
"Mrs. O'Leary!" he scolded,
"Come back, now!"
The hellhound trotted over to him, betraying the Roman's location. The guy, ( a Greek demigod she presumed) stared at them, his eyes he turned tail and ran back up the hill, shouting,
"Camp HalfBlood, assemble!"
Reyna watched as a tidal wave of demigods ran down the hill towards them, all brandishing weapons and screaming battle cries. The Romans scrambled to get the prepare for the attack, grabbing their weaponry. Reyna could have kicked herself for being so stupid. Of course the Greeks knew they were coming. They wouldn't just sit around and wait to be attacked. Attack was the best form of defense. The hellhound had just be a hoax to throw them off guard.
Nymph and dryads melted from the trees and joined the hoard of Greek demigods, murderous expressions on their normally angelic faces. Soon enough, the legion was surrounded.
"You messed with the wrong camp." one spat at her.
And with that, the first swords crossed.