I woke up, sprawled across my bed as if I'd just fallen onto it and fallen asleep... Then again, that's probably accurate as to what I did. I recalled yesterday, all the sights of Rome, the architecture, then there was Reyna. She was... Different, that's for sure. She had told me to head over to her office today, so I figured I'll wait an hour or two and then head that way. I got dressed, throwing on a simple grey T-shirt, with blue jeans and a dark blue hoodie. The hoodie had been a gift from Poseidon. If I throw the hood up, I am completely undetectable, and the jacket itself allows me to teleport, and by undetectable, I don't mean invisible, it's just that people don't pay any notice to me, unless they are really looking for me. The pockets were also endless, which allowed me to store things in them, like knives, swords, and a pistol. Though the only thing in there at the moment was a knife. Just a little switchblade made out of celestial bronze. I walked outside, not throwing my hood up just yet. I figured it wasn't of any importance. I didn't catch any breakfast just yet, I wasn't really that hungry. I looked over into the fields and saw construction crews at work, building yet another base for the upcoming War Games. The beauty of controlled chaos was something that has always captivated me, the fact that so many unique things could occur simultaneously without a single adverse occurrence amazed me. Looking around a crowd, I saw many things. People talking, laughing, and... A larger man rearing his hand to hit a younger kid who couldn't have been older than 13. I immediately throwing up my hood and teleport over, grabbing the man's arm at its zenith. I towered over the man, my 6'2" was rather large compared to this man, who was about 5'5", or maybe shorter.

"If I were you, I would stop, friend," I say, my voice low. I would rather not get into a fight, but if he persisted, I would make sure he wouldn't get back up after I knocked him down. His first response was a chuckle.

"And what are you going to do? Kill me? You graecus couldn't fight a child if he was tied up." he replies, shoving me back. I only retreated about 6 or 7 inches. I keep that distance, my hood still up, and my voice still low, though I added a venomous undertone to it.

"You want to hurt that child? You'll have to hurt me first," I reply(which sounded a lot more cliche than it did in my head), although he had already been walking up to throw a right cross. I caught his punch with my left hand. twisting him around while placing my right hand on the back of his head. I sweep my leg forward, hooking it in front of his foot, then sweep backwards, pushing with my hands to increase the force of the impact as I kneel. His face slammed into the pavement, I felt his nose break, I then stand up, "which, I must warn you, is rather difficult."

"Screw off, scum," He says, slowly preparing to stand up. I put my foot on his back, keeping him on the ground.

"Give up, man. I really was looking forward to today. Now look, I do not tolerate hurting children. You want to get into a fight? Head to my hotel room and let me drive your head through a table, but never attempt to hurt anyone again. Trust me, I'll know. And what I'll do to you then will make Tartarus feel like a vacation to Hawaii," I tell him, meaning every word as I push down one last time with my foot before lift it off of him. I then walk away, making sure I was out of sight of anyone before I took my hood down. I then checked my hoodie and pants for bloodstains before walking off to the legion's area. I walk through the bustling streets, full of soldiers, some in full armor, some wearing simple pants with their purple T-Shirts. , nodding to the soldiers and the purple ghostly figures, never really bothered to ask what they were called, I didn't really talk to them all. As I was walking, I saw a familiar girl sitting on a bench placed randomly, polishing her Spatha. I walk up to greet her.

"Hazel! It's been a while. I haven't seen you since the peace was established," I say as I stop, not taking a seat. She looks up, not recognizing my voice at first. When she did recognize me, though, a smile lit up her face.

"Caleb! How have you been?" She replies, standing up, sheathing her Spatha, she'd grown an inch or two since I'd last seen her.

"I've been good. Arrived here yesterday, how's Frank doing?" I answer, then ask my own question.

"He's been really busy, being a new Praetor means having a lot of work," She said with some dismay. I guess they weren't able to see each other as much as Hazel would like.

"Yeah, I bet it does. Yesterday, I met the other Praetor, too," I replied, seeing Hazel's face smirk.

"And how antisocial was Reyna?" She asked, mildly amused at the thought, confirming Reyna's statement about her being reclusive.

"Not at all really, I actually got her to laugh and smile," I reply, earning a look of genuine shock from Hazel, which was quite funny.

"I don't believe you, she didn't shut you out and tell you to go away? I knew she could be open sometimes, but gods..." She trailed off, as if realizing something, "I just remembered! I have to go do something, Caleb, it was nice talking, but I have to go, bye!" She said, shooting down the road off to some place I didn't recognize. Hazel seemed to be doing okay, and adjusting to the new world better than she was before. I shrugged, and decided to make my way to the Praetor's office. After a long walk with lots of scenery of roman legionaries and even an elephant, I reach the office building. I enter the front door to the main lobby, where people sat, waiting for things. I walked in just as Frank walked out of a door labeled with the words PRAETOR ZHANG, calling out some number to report to his office. When he saw me, he smiled and nodded in a silent greeting, which I returned. He didn't have time to talk, I could tell. One of the people sitting in the lobby stood up and approached frank, shaking slightly, as Frank was one big guy. Ares/Mars- whoever it was- definitely changed his physique. I saw no desk attendant, just a piece of paper and a pen next to it, which seemed out of place in the roman architecture, with spaces to sign your names in. There were too Columns, labeled Zhang, which had five names under it, and Ramirez-Arellano, which had none. I assumed the latter was for Reyna, so I wrote my name down on that one and went to take a seat. As I sat down, I observed the old, faded paintings on the walls. There was Jupiter striking down a seafaring vessel with his Master Bolt, Neptune causing an earthquake with his trident, and Pluto overlooking a field of riches and wealth. On the other side, behind me, was a painting of the Olympians at full council, all of them talking at once, there was also an image of Hercules fighting the Hydra, and then finally, an image of the hero Perseus holding up the severed head of Medusa, screaming in triumph. I wondered if the original Perseus actually did adopt the stance shown in the picture. Oh well, it didn't matter, he was long dead. I then sat in silence, beginning to fidget. I was drumming my fingers on my right kneecap while bouncing my left leg up on down, lifting my foot up to the toes, then back down, in rapid succession. I naturally fidget, it's not ADHD, I just can't seem to stay still, I have to have something to focus on, or else I can't stop twitching and fidgeting. Just as I was about to stand up and start pacing the lobby, I heard a door open. My head snapped over to the sound, to see Reyna standing there. She was wearing a white toga, with a purple cape fastened to her shoulders my golden mounts. She called out my number, which happened to be 6, and I walked up the stairs, as she beckoned me to enter her office.

"I half expected you not to show up," she started, which wasn't too surprising, I didn't look like that organized of a person, with my messy hair and troublemaker look.

"I try to keep my meetings. After all, what a bad first impression would it be to not show up to a meeting you agreed to?" I reply as she sits down at her desk. Noticing the chair in front of her, I take that seat. and it would've looked like we were talking business, not random small talk conversation about nothing in particular.

"That's an admirable trait, although how often do you succeed in keeping your meetings?" She then asks, I decided to reply honestly, instead of exaggerating.

"Not as many as I wish to, but a few. Really only the ones I deem important," I say in return. At this, a faint smile forms on her face.

"You view this meeting as important?" She asks, curiosity and amusement in her voice. I felt my heart beat slightly faster, as a little discomfort starting to form in my gut.

"Well, you are a Praetor of the Twelfth Legion, and I wouldn't want to disappoint such an esteemed person," I say, a little edge in my voice. From there on, the conversation carried on for a few hours, we talked about fights we'd been in, our thoughts on the recent wars, our thoughts on the peace, and how there was talk about a third camp being tossed around, we really just talked about everything. Next thing I knew, it was 5 o'clock and we were just finishing dinner, still in her office. When I saw the time, I realized I should better leave. I got up to throw my trash away, and then looked back.

"Well Reyna, it was fun, but I better go, don't want to overstay my welcome," I say to her, as she gets up.

"Of course, I understand. Well, I had fun too, you are a rather interesting person, Caleb," she says, walking over to open the door for me. I nod, and step out, heading down the stairs and out the doors, back to my hotel room, and my comfortable bed. I wondered what tomorrow would bring.