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There was an odd chill in the air in Camp Jupiter that day. Of course, things have always been different since their Praetor disappeared, a lack of leadership that Praetor Grace brought to the camp, intermingled with a sense of goodwill
that all leaders need to have. Reyna was…Reyna. She was an excellent leader, no doubt, but she wasn't Jason. She had a harshness about her, one all dictators possess.
Vitellius's voice boomed all over camp, announcing the arrival of one of there suppliers…after all, bloodthirsty Romans had to eat. The supplier, a water nymph…Phoebe maybe?... was clumsily swimming across the Little Tiber, water
staining dark blue when she passed.
"I-I was ambushed on my way back. They attacked me!" she gasped.
Everyone was so startled that it took a few moments before one of the dryads tugged Phoebe forward and healed her with some pretty impressive woodland magic. After she was safely in a bed in the first aid building, Frank noticed her
blue wristlet, which had begun glowing. Cautiously, he unhooked the clasped, and remarkably, five decent sized chapter books came out of the tiny purse.
"Reyna!"
"What do you want?" Reyna asked, absorbed in some paperwork.
"I found these in Phoebe's wristlet, NO! I only looked in there when it started to glow blue! I swear!" he added hastily when he saw the look on Reyna's face.
"Of what manner are these books?"
"I don't know, but from the covers and titles it looks like fantasy or adventure or something."
Reyna gingerly grasped the book with the blue and green cover, and opened the cover carefully, as though it contained a bomb. A small slip of paper fluttered out.
Praetor of Camp Jupiter,
Please realize that every being in the camp's life is
at crossroads. Many lives depend on you to
put your pride aside and do what is
right for your people.
These volumes contain all the prerequisite information
you need to make your decision. Read with the rest of your
community, and do not let past prejudices affect
your decision. Remember what happened to Phoebe today?
That will increase by millionfold. Your peaceful well-being will be jeopardized.
I will pay you a visit soon.
Concerned,
Phoebus Apollo
"What do we do now?" Frank asked, stunned.
Reyna stared at him as though she could not believe how astonishingly dense he could be.
"We read the books." Her face had a duh expression on it.
Go gather everyone at the Senate House.
You know you want to
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