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Chapter 1 – Reyna
Reyna's attack force was going well until rocks decided to fly through the sky.
Camp Half-Blood was under siege, and so far, herself, Octavian, Dakota, and all of her decurions simply could not defeat the Greeks.
It turned out that Chiron, THE Chiron who trained all the ancient heroes such as Hercules, Jason, all of them, ran the camp. He was a fierce fighter, though it seemed to pain him every time he took down a Roman.
At the beginning, the battle went really well in favor of the Romans. The Greeks were surprised and caught off guard, and they were not nearly as organized and disciplined as the Legion was.
Reyna couldn't help but appreciate how beautiful the Greek camp looked; nice and cozy, quiet. It would be a great place to retire from the Legion, a place for veteran legion members to vacation. She wished she didn't have to burn it to the ground.
All of the sudden, while she was distracted, an army came straight from Long Island Sound; an army of Cyclopes. And it was led by Percy's half-brother Cyclops, Tyson.
"For Poseidon!" they yelled.
Octavian acted quickly; he yelled words of encouragement, and led the First and Third Cohorts against the monstrous army.
No, not monsters, Reyna thought. These Cyclopes fight for Olympus, the gods!
But she had to put that thought out of her head. It wasn't like they could do much about it; the Romans wouldn't stop.
Reyna was wishing that the Romans honored Neptune more, than maybe he wouldn't send his son Tyson out leading the Cyclopes army against us.
The Fauns, no satyrs, Reyna thought, were fierce fighters, much more aggressive than the Fauns at New Rome. They were causing panic in the Legion. They would trot in, spear every Roman within range, and trot out, all in a matter of seconds. The tree nymphs were fighting with them as well.
The many Demigods in Camp-Half Blood fought differently than Romans, and her soldiers weren't used to it. Apparently, Romans have forgotten how to fight Greeks, which could cost them the battle.
The most aggressive fighters, the ones calling for Roman blood, and the ones encouraging the Greeks to kill every Roman, were the children of Athena. Apparently, Minerva, Athena, whatever, have not improved their attitude about the Romans.
The children of Athena all had Annabeth's blonde hair and grey eyes. They also all had fixed snarls on their faces. Everywhere they struck, a Roman fell. Every order they gave to the other Greeks took down a dozen Legion Soldiers. The Roman Eagles were working hard to get as many Romans out of harm's way.
These children of Athena will never forgive us, Reyna thought.
Demigods, both Greek and Roman, are dying. It pained Reyna to see this, but she couldn't stop the Romans, couldn't call off the attack. Octavian was the problem.
That subject was bothering Reyna greatly. Octavian was gaining power with the Legion, AND the Senate. They listened to him before her, their praetor. The Romans saw her as a failure: trusting the Greeks, allowing Percy in the Senate, allowing the Greeks to escape into the Mare Nostrum. Frankly, she couldn't blame them.
Then, just as it seemed the Romans were going to break the Greeks, something horrible happened, something that stunned Reyna, and even Octavian.
Lightning flashed through the clear sky, the earth rumbled, and Reyna knew Jupiter, or rather, Zeus, was going to stop the Legion from destroying the Greeks. He was going to intervene.
An explosion from the water revealed just exactly what the King of Olympus had done, who he had called upon. Every demigod, satyr, nymph, and centaur froze.
The Greeks cheered.
He was a hundred feet tall, and had a hundred hands. In each hand was a boulder.
"Briares!", Tyson yelled.
Than the Hundred-Handed-One, the giant that helped Jupiter, Vesta, Juno, Ceres, Neptune, and Pluto defeat Saturn, yelled, "Message from Zeus! Romans! Go away!"
And he let his boulders fly.