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Octavian's P.O.V
He woke up in the morning feeling odd, like something strange was going to happen today, probably all the graecus at camp, he thought to himself. His suspicions of something strange were confirmed when he sat up groggily from his crumpled white bedsheets. On his nightstand next to the bed was a scroll of papyrus, what the ancients Greeks and Romans used to read off of. It was about as wide as the cardboard tube at the end of the toilet paper, and the same length as a regular piece of paper.
He carefully and slowly unfurled it and read:
Dear Octavian,
Us gods see that you seem worthy of becoming the next Praetor of the twelfth legion Fulminata. Though before you do you must be able to touch and hold the Golden mango.
At this point Octavian was confused; he'd never heard or read about any golden fruits. But perhaps it was a secret ceremony for becoming praetor, so he read on...
You see Octavian all people who have touched this fabled Golden Mango have became Praetor shortly afterwards including your fellow legionnaires; Jason Grace, Percy Jackson, and many more before them. The fates have also decreed that the next person to touch the fruit will remain Praetor for many years to come.
Sincerely,
The Gods.
Octavian put the scroll back down in shock, and happiness (so much so that he didn't realise there was no such thing), the gods themselves believed that he should be the next ruler of Rome, and when he was in power he would kick the Greeks back to whatever little piece of Tartarus they came from! That's when he noticed something glittering on the floor in front of him. He rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times, looking at it again it was a golden ball what the?, he crept a bit closer and looked. A golden mango? Wait a golden mango! He lunged at it, but it skittered away and he face planted on the hard tile floor. People in his barrack were starting to stir No! , he thought to himself, he can't let them become Praetor so he lunged again, only to have the mango fly out the somehow open door. At least this time he regained his balance, stood up and followed it out.
He ignored the odd looks people gave him,(as he was still in is pajamas, Which unfortunately today had to have Diego on them), and looked for the mango. He finally found it just to his left, he grabbed at it but just like the last two times it moved away. After a few more tries he found himself at the crossroads with the mango right in front of him, but before he could finally catch it that filthy Latino graecus walked up, did a double take at the mango and picked it before Octavian could shout out. "Hey man cool mango mind if I have it", he asked, and left holding it without even waiting for a response. Octavian just stood there to dumbfounded in disbelief to say a word for once.
How could a graecus just walk up and take the fruit, while he, who had even received a letter for it, spent the morning chasing after it. For the rest of the day Octavian refused to believe that a Greek had taken his right full chance and spot at Praetor. Until that night...