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As if Frank didn't have enough to worry about, the Little Tiber exploded. Frank had been happily planning a romantic night out with his girlfriend, Hazel, when he heard the sound of the warning horn. He immediately rushed out, bow in hand, and followed half of the legion as they ran out to the bridge to see the commotion. Some of the campers had armour and weapons, some just had on their purple Camp Jupiter t-shirts. Franks co-praetor, Reyna Ramírez-Arellano, was staring at the river, with a stern look on her face. When Frank looked over, he too couldn't believe his eyes. At least two dozen Dracaena, were surrounding one single demigod, who looked beaten and drained. Frank cursed in Latin. "Legion, ad latus stringe, defend this half-blood!" He ordered. The part of the legion drew ranks and marched forward. Then all of a sudden, the demigod clutched his stomach in pain and doubled over. The snake women hissed and advanced, Frank thought they were too late, until the legion and the dracaena watched the Little Tiber rise from its banks, and the lone demigod, with a murderous look on his face and his hands splayed, send hundreds of tons of water crashing down. The dracaena started to flee, but the water crushed them and sent their ashes down the river. The Little Tiber slowly drained back into its creek bed, and flowed as it always has. The demigod collapsed into the river, and two girls from the fourth cohort ran to help him, but he shooed them away. "I'm fine," he muttered. "Just need to catch my breath." The colour quickly came back to his face, and there was no doubt that this boy was the son of the sea god. "Who are you?" Reyna asked. The boy looked up. "Xavier Pescador." There was a laugh in the crowd, and one of the brats from the first cohort came forward. "Xavier fisherman? That's actually your name?" Xavier's face darkened, and water curled around him. "Is there a problem?" He asked. The boy's face paled and he backed off back into the crowd. Not that Frank was surprised, this Xavier kid looked like someone you didn't want to mess with. He was easily 6 foot 2, and had arms that would give Michael Kahale trouble. He had darker skin, and black hair. His eyes were dark blue, like the ocean at night during a raging storm. The thing was, the kid looked to be about sixteen. Very few demigods lived through half of their teen years on their own and survived. Especially one that is the son of Neptune. "Who was on patrol?" Reyna demanded. A son of Bacchus, Dakota, replied. "Markus and Louise." Frank scanned the crowd but didnt see their faces. He did however notice the grimace on Xavier's face. "The boy and girl that were guarding the entrance? They're dead." Gasps followed through the crowd, Dakota dropped his flask of kool aid. The crowd started to mutter angrily and gripped the hilts of their swords, along with the sob of a girl. Reyna's eyes hardened as she watched the girl be comforted. "Come Xaiver, we shall talk about what has happened."

Frank and Reyna lead Xavier into the praetor's quarters, where they sat him down. Reyna then made a high pitched whistle, and her two metallic dogs, Aurum and Argentum, materialized by her side. Frank had always been amazed by how she could handle such vicious beasts so calmly. Their red ruby eyes quickly locked onto Xavier, sensing the new half-blood. "These are my two dogs, you will tell the truth or else they will rip out your throat." Reyna said. Xavier shot Frank a look like "seriously?" Frank ignored him. Xavier sighed, and told them the story. About his life in his home town by the Gulf of Mexico, how his father was a drug lord and his mother had always been abusive. How the dracaena attacked his home, and how he made his way past the border into America. He told them about Lupa and the wolf house, and how he finally found the tunnel to Caldecott tunnel. His eyes went to the floor as he talked about Markus and Louise being overwhelmed by the dracaena. Xavier ran to the camp to try and get help, but he knew he was too late. Both praetors stared at him. Frank was the first to speak. "How did you live so long without a weapon?" Xavier and gave them a sharp tooth grin. "Oh i have a weapon." He pulled out a stick, about three feet long. It didn't look very impressive, until he twirled it in his hand and it became a six foot trident. Frank didn't recognize the wood, however, the head was made of Imperial gold, which shone proudly on the top. "That's a rare weapon to own." Reyna muttered. "I've only ever seen two in my life." she continued. Xavier twirled it back into a stick, and sat down looking pleased with himself. "However, that doesn't explain how you, being a son of Neptune, survived for so long without being eaten by monsters. Your scent should have attracted hundreds of monsters to your door." Frank said. Xavier didn't answer. Silence filled the room once again. Reyna sighed, almost looking upset. "Well my dogs haven't killed you yet, so I'm guessing you're telling the truth." She stood. "Come Xavier. I think there is someone you should meet."