Opposite
A Heroes of Olympus Fanfiction
©- Rick Riordan
By:
xXxDaughteroftheKingxXx
AN: Hey guys! I just a random idea for a story, and I decided to write it all down! This story is about the Roman demigods, if you couldn't tell. The beginning takes place sometime in Percy's second year at camp. Hope you enjoy it!
Jason
Hi. My name is Jason Grace.
Am I a normal kid?
No, I never was, and I never will be. I'm thirteen years old, and I'm the son of Jupiter, king of the gods. Yes, the Roman gods. They still are very much alive to this day, and they live in America, the heart of the Western Civilization.
I've lived at the Roman Legion Training Academy for as long as I could remember. Lupa, the same she-wolf who raised Romulus and Remus, raised me as if I was her own pup.
Right now, I was eating breakfast in the pavilion, alone at the Jupiter table.
"Listen up pups!" Lupa yelled. "There is a new demigod coming to the academy today." Murmurs uprose from the newest recruits. Big mistake. "Silence!" the she-wolf barked. "I expect you to treat her no differently. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, ma'm." all of us said in unison.
Lupa stared right at my friends, Bobby, Hazel, Gwen, Dakota, and I. "Meeting of the praetors after breakfast is finished." she ordered. "You all are dismissed." The half-bloods scampered out of the pavilion to find their trainers.
"Jason! Robert! Hazel! Gwendolyn! Dakota! Get over here!" Lupa barked. Bobby and Gwen winced at the use of there full names, and the five of us scrambled over to Lupa. We stood in order of our ranks: Me, then Bobby, then Hazel, then Gwen, and lastly Dakota.
Lupa looked us over. "I am going to need you to train the newbie." she said finally. "This girl is older than most demigods who come here as she is your age." Lupa's silver eyes locked with my blue eyes. "I want no distractions for this daughter of Apollo. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, ma'm." the five of us said in unison, exchanging glances.
"Good," Lupa said. "Dismissed."
"Well, this should be interesting." Dakota said finally. "A daughter of Apollo." Dakota, most children of Mercury, had strawberry blonde hair, mischievous blue eyes, upturned eyebrows, and a sarcastic smile.
"Great," Gwen grumbled. "Another arrogant half-blood." Gwen, daughter of Ceres, had dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. She was shorter than all of us, being the youngest.
"The only odd thing is," Bobby added. "We haven't had a child of Apollo since… David." We all winced. David Simmons, the last son of Apollo, died last year from a sudden attack on the academy.
"Well, maybe this girl is different." Hazel said, her gray eyes calculating everything. Hazel, daughter of Minerva, had curly blonde hair and calculating gray eyes that seemed to be able to peer right into your soul. She glanced longingly at Bobby, son of Mars, a tall boy with brown hair and amber eyes.
"Let's just not worry about it, guys." I suggested. "Right now, we have classes to teach."
"Don't remind me." Gwen grumbled. "Those rotten little kids are so immature! They're almost as bad as Dakota over here!"
"That bad, eh?" Hazel mused, smiling slightly.
"You know what I noticed," Bobby said. "Lupa never specified when this daughter of Apollo was coming."
"Yeah," Dakota agreed. "And if this chick is our age, then how the Pluto is her mother going to be able to leave her at the Wolf House?"
I shrugged. "Who knows. Maybe her mom will drop her off at the academy."
"Sure," Hazel snorted. "And Lupa will become a centaur." That earned the daughter of Minerva four odd looks. "You know, from Greek mythology? Half-man, half-horse?"
"Doesn't ring a bell, Hazel." Gwen said, shaking her head. "Sorry,"
"Besides," I added. "Didn't the Greek gods like fade?"
"Of course!" Hazel said, nodding her head. "My point exactly. Lupa would never turn into a centaur, so this daughter of Apollo will never be dropped straight off at the academy."
"Um," a girl said, stepping up to me. She had a shy smile on her face, blonde hair, and turquoise eyes. Did I think she was pretty? Heck, yeah. Was I going to tell her that? Heck, no. "I'm not really sure where to go." she said, sheepishly.
"Um…" Bobby said, gawking at her. Hazel, as usual, was analyzing the new girl.
"Name, please." the daughter of Minerva said finally.
"Reyna Hassinger," the girl answered. Reyna. Pretty name for a pretty girl.
"Age?"
"12, almost 13."
"Date of birth?"
"June 13, 1994."
"Godly parent?" Hazel drilled.
"Um," Reyna said. "I'm not really sure."
"Any hobbies?"
"I really love archery, and I love music." Reyna offered.
"Guys," Hazel said, turning to us. "I think this is our new recruit."
"No," I said sarcastically. "What was your first clue?" I flashed a smile at Reyna.
"Okay, newbie." Bobby said, grinning. "If you're going to survive here, you'll have to defeat at least three of the praetors."
Reyna smiled confidently. "Bring it! Where are they?"
Dakota grinned. "You're looking at them."
"Wait, you guys are the praetors of the Romans?" Reyna asked incredulously.
"Yes," I answered, narrowing my eyes. "Do you have a problem with that?"
"N-no. Not at all."
"Good," I said. "First, you'll be battling Dakota, then, Gwen, then, Hazel, then Bobby, and lastly, me. Now c'mon, let's go get you suited up."
Time Lapse
"This feels awkward." Reyna said, fumbling with her armor. "Are you sure I have to wear this?"
"Unless you want to get killed, yes." I answered, handing her a sword. "How's this?"
"Oof!" Reyna yelped, plummeting to the ground.
"Too heavy." we said in unison. I bent down and grabbed the sword, then offered her my hand.
"Thanks, Jason." she muttered. I smiled lightly are her, handing her a dagger.
"Here, since you're so good at archery, that can be your main weapon. This is a back-up." I explained. Reyna accepted the Imperial Gold Dagger, a small smile on her face.
"Perfect," she said softly. "You guys won't actually kill me… right?" I handed her a bow and arrow along with a 2 dozen Imperial Gold arrows.
"Kill you? Nah." I said, waving it off. "However, if you don't prove yourself worthy, Lupa just might."
"Lupa as in the one who raised Romulus and Remus, right?"
"Right," I said, nodding. I lead Reyna towards our coliseum. "This, is where you'll be facing the praetors. And everyone in the academy will be watching you."
"Oh gods," Reyna said in a hushed tone as we entered the packed stadium.
"Good luck," I said. "You'll need it." She smiled nervously at me as I took my place by my friends.
"Someone has a crush!" Dakota sang, nudging me.
"Since when did you become a Venus spawn?" I said coolly. "She's just a friend."
"Heroes!" Lupa yelled in a loud voice. "Today, we will be testing yet another demigod to see if she will survive! Reyna Hassinger, daughter of Apollo, will be facing your praetors: Dakota Rivera, son of Mercury, Gwendolyn Gardenia, daughter of Ceres, Hazel Martine, daughter of Minerva, Robert Taylor, son of Mars, and Jason Grace, son of Jupiter!" She turned to us. "You all know the rules. Maiming is allowed, but you are not allowed to kill the girl." I glance at Reyna and saw her gulp anxiously. "If, in twenty minutes, neither competitor has surrendered yet, they will go into overtime until one wins. May the best hero win."
Dakota stepped out into everyone's view, grinning. Cheers uprose as the son of Mercury approached Reyna.
"You know," I commented. "This is a really unfair fight."
Bobby shrugged. "Life isn't fair."
"Begin!" Lupa shouted.
Then, they both charged.