Percy Jackson meets the Roman Camp
The first thing to strike him was the strange stench that met his nostrils. Sweat and… eucalyptus? Then, it was the thickness of the air. It was so hot. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't BREATHE! Eyes popped open. Darkness. Where was he?
"Percy, man, are you okay?" An unfamiliar, slightly mocking voice asked. "You were screamin' like a little girl.
"Where…" He struggled to find his own voice, raspy in the heat. "Where am I?"
"Dude!" A kinder voice responded. "We're in the sauna. You must have fallen asleep. It's to be expected after you just killed it out there on the field. Right, Victor?"
Percy's eyesight had slowly acclimated to the darkness of the sauna. The boy named Victor was sitting across from him on a marble bench. A deep scowl clouded his face. His eyes flashed hatred at Percy.
"Yea Giovanni," Victor snidely commented. "Must be real hard for the son of Neptune to fight a battle in water."
"Neptune?" Asked Percy. "You must mean Poseidon."
The sauna erupted in laughter. Percy looked around himself in confusion. Where was he? There were no saunas at Camp Half Blood. Where was Grover and Tyson? Where was Annabeth?
"Maybe you knocked your head on the marble…" There was genuine concern in Giovanni's voice. "We're Romans. We would never give homage to those wimpy Greek gods."
Romans. Where was he?