A/N: Okay so, I was starting to read this fanfic again, to see whether or not I've improved at all... And yeah, there's so many mistakes in here. Commas, plot holes etc. So as I'm starting to get back into writing, I've decided to try and edit this story as much as I can to fix that. So feel free to read on, but beware cause this is one of my first stories on here. And I wrote this in the summer, where I was off school. And a tad bit stupid.
EDIT/2013: over more than a year and some people still find this. Sorry! Not my best at all. Feel free to read on but be way of what I mentioned above. And no I'm not even going to bother editing this, too much, no time. Enjoy if you can.
Reyna woke with a feeling that something big was about to happen. She'd had that feeling before she'd come to camp, and had ignored it. But over the years as a demigod she had begun to pay attention to her premonitions. After all Phoebus Apollo, her father, was the god of prophecy. Prophecies had never meant anything good to her. And now since Jason disappeared about 2 months ago, everyone guessed he was either dead or part of another 'Great' prophecy. Something had been a bit off with the Legion. Not many new half-bloods had been recruited, and the ones who were already in the Legion shared Reyna's feeling of unease.
In the Apollo cabin where Reyna slept, her siblings were up and getting ready for breakfast. Reyna said a quick 'good morning' to everyone though she wasn't so sure what was so good about it anymore. In a way Reyna had become a pessimist, quite opposite from the sunny, happy-go-lucky way she was expected to act. Especially after the Titan War II everyone including her thought the gods would give her a break, but no such luck. She still made sure she had a poker face on when she looked around at her room.
There were 10 bunks, a few were empty, but Apollo being the player he was was bound to deliver more kids to fill up the space at some point. Guitars, lyres, drums and other instruments were strewn among the floor, along with plenty of bows and full quivers. The bell rang in the distance, and Reyna lined everyone up to go to the Mess Hall. Despite all the demigods being at least half-Roman and half-who knows what, they were American. So after a stereotypical meal of cereal and orange juice, everyone split off into different groups to do their daily training.
She was a councilor at camp, along with a praetor of the Legion. Her most important job, was one she did with pride. Holding the Aquila- the golden eagle. But after Jason was gone she was the unofficial leader, with everyone looking to her for advice. So she was showing the little ones how to hold a bow, when Bobby, a son of Mercury, ran into the clearing nearly getting hit by a stray arrow.
"Reyna!" He was huffing and out of breath, so he had clearly run a long way to deliver a message to Reyna. He was a high in the ranks, son of Mercury. So it was a sort of inside joke of his when he delivered messages like his father.
"Newbie! Right by the highway, he's just inside our boundary line." His face that was framed by curly brown hair wore a shocked expression. His usual mischievous smirk (a trait from his father- god of thieves) was gone and replaced with a look of disbelief.
"He looks around 16, 17? But he's clearly a half-blood."
Reyna responded with a thanks, and an order to stay with the children. She ran off to the Caldecott Tunnel where sure enough there was a huge crowd.
He was (objectively speaking, of course) a good looking guy, but he was completely passed out on the frosty grass. His jet black hair was longer than most of the boys at the Legion and it was pretty messed up with mud clumps and snow in it. His face was dusted with a coating of dust and grime so Reyna couldn't fully appreciate his features. The clothes he was wearing would give a Venus girl a heart attack, they were so torn up. His jeans looked already worn-out, but his shirt was almost completely ripped off. He was shivering slightly in the cold winter air.
His jacket, other than being filthy, looked unscathed, like him. Reyna studied him, trying to think or the proper way to take care of this. Since he was on his side Reyna could see a backpack with one zipper broken, and something that looked suspiciously like a panda pillow pet sticking out. There was a tray that still had some melted cheese on it. He was clutching a blue, 30cent ballpoint pen, and a clay beaded, leather necklace like his life depended on it. Reyna noticed the muscles that were exposed because of his useless shirt. She knew that he was going to be a great warrior, or maybe he already was. He had, after all survived on his own without any training. Except if he had already had a run in with Lupa.
Reyna kept on assessing the situation, mind racing like a true Minerva girl's (even though she was Apollo). He could be a spy! A leftover, un-killed demigod that had been working for Saturn. He could be dying by an invisible scorpion bite! She needed to clear the area, and fast.
"Everyone with no business being here, leave!" At the last word the boy on the hard ground stirred and his eyes shot open. They were a bright sea green swirling with many emotions, confusion being the most prominent one.
He jumped up and was greeted by Dakota- a son of Mars-'s spear to his chest. The boy looked around wildly, his backpack slipping to the ground. Reyna made a mental note to check it for possible suspicious items later. Better safe then sorry. Kota was definitely taking that saying to heart. His dark blue eyes were piercing, as he scrutinized the boy. His mouth was pulled into a scowl, while the guy tried to talk.
"Where am I?" Reyna stepped up to answer him sure that once he knew things he would answer me. Answer him, he'll respond to her. If not the ancient, faded Greek goddess of balance and fairness- Nemesis would help her. "You are at the Senatus Populusque Romanes; otherwise know as the Legion- a training camp for people like us." At this the boy seemed to reach a sense of accomplishment.
"Now, you tell us. Who are you?"
"Percy Jackson. And Lupa said… Wait is she here?"
"You know Lupa?" Gwen- a petite daughter of Ceres questioned.
"Yup, woke up at the Wolf House. And ah, well she swore I'd get my memories back when I get here. So…"
"Hold on. You're an amnesiac?" Reyna asked.
"Yeah. Dunno why. I can't remember anything but the past few months." In saying this he pushed down the tip of Dakota's spear. This caused him to grumble incoherently, while Percy continued. "So is she here?"
"No she's out hunting with her wolves. She'll be back whenever."
"Well damn." Percy looked worn out and Reyna wanted to know just how much he's been through. He was determined to know his past.
"So will you tell us how you got here?" she questioned, trying to be sorta nice.
"Long story short. Should've died, but didn't." Reyna, Dakota, Hazel and Gwen (the only ones who were still there), waited for him to continue. He didn't.
"Well, when your memory improves... we expect answers." As a daughter of Bacchus so she wasn't traditionally considered to be important. But Hazel was an excellent fighter and a great friend. Percy shot her a grateful look. She smiled back, her black- almost purple hair gleaming in the noon sun. "Well until Lupa comes, you're welcome here."
"Thanks I guess." He said only adding the 'I guess' because she said until Lupa gets here. Or maybe he had said it simply on impulse.
"What is this? We're giving the ungrateful little thing a free card? What has this camp come to?" Dakota roared then stormed off. Percy still didn't seem to care and glared in Kota's general direction.
Then Percy seemed to have an inner battle for a moment, before his shoulders ever so slightly slumped.
"She's always right. Isn't she?" He muttered to himself. Talking to yourself, never that great of a sign, Reyna thought. But Hazel nudged her before she could ask him if he was bipolar. Her eyes told her to talk to him alone, and that she would afterwards.
Reyna nodded and took Percy's arm. He shook her off without thinking. "I'll show you around," she said.
Percy followed her, ignoring all the whispers about him. His arrival had made people who are usually so well disciplined, actually gossip. But it's not like he hadn't been a new kid before any of this. And besides, when something this strange happens, what else are people going to do other than gossip?