DISCLAIMER: PERCY JACKSON BELONGS TO RICK RIORDAN. I will not repeat this every chapter.

Reyna's P.O.V.

The Greeks we know for being the start of western civilization, for being amazingly smart and inspiring some of the most important mathematic and scientific theories of all time. Clearly, those genes had not been passed down into their children.

How stupid did you have to be to fly into an enemy camp on a war ship? Very, apparently.

But the Greeks did it. A group of them came out of their ship and Jason was with them, holding hands with another girl.

Flashback

Hazel gave the signal to fall back. We all retreated, Legion Two taking the front line.

Our entire army had been gathered, a rare sight, because the usual monster usually took only one warrior to vanquish. Even a dragon usually took only three or so warriors. But it was clear there were plenty of opponents today.

A line of demigods filed out of the elegant bronze ship- it was clearly a war ship, with bronze cannons and explosives on top deck- silently. I was surprised to see only four people exit.

At the lead was a girl with an uncanny resemblance to my sisters. She had blonde ringlets that glinted in the sunlight. Her grey eyes were dull, showing no emotion, as if she had tired herself out over something she feared happening. Her only weapon in sight was a small knife sheath hooked to her belt. It appeared about a foot long. She had a baseball hat stuffed into her jeans pocket and wore red sneakers.

Right on her tail was... Jason. His electric-blue eyes darted everywhere restlessly. His golden hair fell into his eyes in that cute way I remembered. But all that was shattered when I realized he was clutching another girl's hand. I hated to admit it, but she was seriously pretty.

She had lush, long, chocolate-brown hair. Her weapon of choice hung on her belt, too- a triangular sheath. It was simple leather and wood, along with the hilt. She wore no makeup, but my eyes flew to hers- her eyes seemed to change colors. Brown, green, blue. Possibly a weak daughter of Venus, I tried to console myself. Not a chance she'd have my Jason.

Behind Jason was a boy with curly black hair. His ears seemed to stick out a bit, like an elf's. His shirt was smeared with grease- a son of Vulcan? He wore a goofy smile despite the thick tension in the air. He had no weapon on hand as far as I could see, although he did have a wide toolbelt around his waist. Maybe it was hidden. Foolish attempts; we would be able to find any sort of weapon these intruders held.

And the four of them all wore orange shirts and jeans, with no armor.

My eyes were focused on Jason. He took a look at the Venus girl, who nodded. I swallowed my rage. It was almost as if the Venus girl had power over him.

Jason let go of her hand and stepped in front of the Minerva girl in a gesture I imagined to be protective, which angered me even more, but I held my breath.

"Warriors," Jason greeted us. He scanned our faces as if to remember us all.

The rest of us didn't move, studying their every movement carefully. That made me a little sad. Jason was one of us. Or he was, before Percy had taken his place.

"We're not here to attack you. We're here to ask for a truce."

One of the Legion Two warriors stepped forward. I recognized Sean Simmons, Legion Two and placed in the fourth to left of our warriors. "Care to explain why you've brought these warriors here? They're clearly half-bloods, and you obviously haven't left us for five months to bring in a couple of newbies. Where did you get them from?"

I thought I heard him mutter "Reckless idiots" under his breath.

Jason looked at Sean as if he didn't remember him. "I'll explain later."

The Minerva girl looked at Jason, annoyed. Then he seemed to remember something.

"Okay, okay," he gave the Minerva girl a death glare. "This is Piper," he said, pointing at the Venus girl. "Leo," at the Vulcan guy. "And this is Annabeth," Jason said, looking at the Minerva girl meaningfully.

"We've come for more than one reason," Annabeth said, scanning the line of warriors. She looked intimidated, but not afraid, more like she was searching for someone. She seemed to have no success under the row after row of armor-hidden warriors. "Lady Juno swapped Jason and our camp's leader. That's the second reason. He arrived about... five months ago, assuming he was teleported directly to your camp. Percy?"

I sucked in a breath. Percy had appeared on our camp's shores three days after Jason went missing. He had no recollection of his former life, meaning... if Jason went through the same thing Percy had, he didn't remember me.

Percy was in the second row of the army, being in Legion One. He stayed silent, but turned to look at me. I nodded, wanting to see him take down these newbies if they gave him a chance. He walked through Legion Two, who made a path for him, and stood in front of the four demigods.

Annabeth looked ecstatic but cautious. She studied him warily. Percy, on a moment of impulse, removed his helmet. Annabeth nodded to her friends, as if to say 'yep, its him.'

I stole a glance towards Hazel. This was not what we were anticipating. I should have supposed they wouldn't attack their camp leader, even if we were willing to attack ours. But her expression brought me back to Earth. Hazel was Percy's girlfriend, just like I was Jason's, and it looked like we had competition.

Now, don't get me wrong. Romans are trained to fight, born to fight, and are natural warriors. But when you fight alongside a guy in the most important battle in history and become the hero with him, you experience the feeling of companionship. It was allowed for two individuals to be in a... relationship, as we called it, as long as it didn't interfere with training. It was even encouraged, as we would be more willing to help each other in battle. Hazel and Percy had become almost as close as me and Jason were, despite the short five months he had been here, because Hazel was the only one willing to accept Percy shortly after his arrival. They had become excellent partners in battle and had never failed to protect each other.

But it looked like Annabeth and Percy had gone through the same thing, for possibly as long as Jason and I. That kind of bond couldn't have just been broken through the absense of one partner- it would spur the other to search aimlessly. I would have done the same if Lupa had not forbidden anyone to worry. It was as if she had known where he went, and Percy's arrival had only confirmed that. It was one of the reasons we were so suspicious of him in the beginning.

And now I knew what Lupa had.

There was a separate group of demigods in this world. The only place the gods had ever resided for as long as Ancient Rome.

Greece. A line of Greek demigods, as our most powerful rivals in ancient history.

And they were here. Here, in the Castra Roma.

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