Just a short one-shot drabble, because I feel bad about not posting anything for awhile.
Running
Reyna had spent her whole life running. Every way she turned, there was a new thing to run from. She never wanted to settle down as a child, but now, she wanted nothing more that to never run again, though she knew nothing different.
First, she ran from her father.
Then, she ran from Ciriuss' island.
After that, she ran from the pirates.
She was so ashamed that she'd run from her sister.
Lupa made her run from the wolfs.
Running from Jason was the hardest.
She hadn't intended to run from Skippy.
Will had tried to keep her from running from Nico, but she did anyway.
So as she walked down the beach at camp Half-Blood, hand in hand with Rachel, she discovered, that, for the first time, she really didn't want to run. And when Rachel kissed her goodbye on the cheek, she decided she would never leave this behind in the dust, like everyone else.