This one-shot is kinda sad. It reflects Reyna's thoughts, cause I've always liked her character, but she's kinda got a bitter placement. Always left alone to deal with Octavian, caring for two different guys, both taken. Yet she continues to be strong. So this is for my admiration of her, cause she certainly deserves credit.
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Book: Mark of Athena
Setting: I'm thinking it's sometime after the Greeks have landed
Song: Crush Crush Crush - Paramore
Pairings: Implied Jason/Reyna Percy/Reyna
Title: A Lonely Road
The ringing of metals clashing sounded throughout the training grounds, as a dark haired warrior with dark eyes and dangerous poise steadied herself for defense, before shifting into offense once more and with one perfectly maneuvered twist, knocked the weapon to the ground, holding her own at neck-point.
"Good work Derek. Now go on, I must attend elsewhere."
Derek nodded sharply before swiping his weapon from the ground and scurrying away, leaving Reyna alone to adjust her Praetor toga and sheath her roman weapon. The fight had been enough to pump her adrenaline and steel herself in her fret; yet did nothing to calm her troubles.
She was battle hardened, cold in exterior and indifferent to danger, yet in this moment; she felt rendered weak, abandoned, longing for the affection of another as they fed it to someone else, another girl.
The vulnerability she felt with every time she watched them touch sent her into a pit of boiling rage, anger that was not hers to keep, just as he was never hers to touch, never hers to love, to care.
Those blue eyes would look adoringly at another, and she would learn to move on from Jason Grace.
And move on she did.
After many long months of clawing to hope, desperately pawing at any chance he may come home; another found their way into her sights, one with orbs like pools of the ocean; and just as wild and carefree.
Percy Jackson; after merely a day within his presence, she was intrigued with the rarity and unusual gestures of kindness and un-Roman like loyalty that seeped through his words and actions. How could such a fool survive so long, and hold so much power?
It was only later that she saw his qualities shine through; he was a leader, someone to trust, who you could feel safe with, despite his magnet for trouble.
Reyna scoffed at the thought. She didn't need anyone to help her feel safe. She was a daughter of Bellona, Praetor of the First Legion. Her pride was much of her dignity.
Yet after meeting the Son of Poseidon, and being faced with world-inflicted decisions, that title just didn't seem to hold as much pride as it once had.
What had changed? Had it been the stress of the situation? Was it shifting from steely blue to sparkling green?
Whatever it had been, neither mattered.
For whether it be the history between the Roman warrior Jason Grace, or the untamable hero Percy Jackson, both were beyond her, taken in the clutches of another. It was a frustrating fate.
Reyna walked up a hill, one of the many that surrounded the valley, and crossed her arms protectively over her chest.
No, she would not let herself fall into these doubts, these insecurities, the petty feeling of love. It was something she did not need to thrive. She had a different part to play in all of this, and it was a lonely road ahead.
So here she would stand, admiring from afar in bitter comprehension.
As I had said, kinda depressing, but I should be updating soon, and I'm thinking this next one will be more humorous and have some Greek/Roman rivalry, but what I'm planning might take a little longer so It'll probably be in the next few chapters or so. Anyways, thanks for reading.