Rey found herself standing behind the sullen boy who, she could tell, was holding back tears. There was a dragon head in his hand, no it wasn't alive, she doubted he could even hurt a fly, it was mechanical. Something she had seen him praise for ages. Ages as in since she had first met him and almost killed him.

She saw herself begin to try to straighten out the folds and wrinkles in her dress, though she couldn't exactly pin-point why exactly. She looked down at the boy crouched on the ground again before at the warship.

It was a mess. The sails, they'd been torn off, ripping through and toppled upon the rest of the ship. On one side, the side that was most visible something was written in graffiti, graecus. It was dark green, and she had to admit it was pretty writing, it just shouldn't have been written in the first place.

The other side. She could see smoke billowing from it and the wooden plank that they had climbed off on looked like it had been smashed like the rest of the other side of the ship. She could only imagine what the inside looked like.

She clenched her fists. Something unsettled her about this. The writing looked slightly familiar but the more she thought the more she realized how faint the memory was until she couldn't remember.

Metal scraps were laying everywhere. Six months to make this whole thing and she could only notice how beautiful it had been when all the pieces of scrap were shining in the light.

She began to readjust her hat as she heard the ping of metal go off in front of her. She quickly looked down at Leo her arms still up trying to fix the beret.

He was staring at her and he seemed to have dropped a tool of his onto one of the nearby pieces of metal that he was most likely using to fix the old dragon head.

She blinked at him as he did the same, Leo most likely in more shock then she was. Her hands still lingering on her hat. Then their eyes met and a mix of feelings past between them, even with the boy's mouth hanging open.

It seemed the only thing that could come to Leo's mouth was "You're . . . Black."

Reyna stared at him for a second her hands lowering from her head, her mouth slyly turning into an unknown smile. It definitely making it to her eyes as she did something that was unbelievable.

She started laughing insanely, so that she was sure that she would soon be rolling on the ground and aching all over when she was finished. But she just stood there and laughed crazily desperately trying to make it stop by holding her hands in front of her mouth.

Leo just seemed to keep staring at her his mouth moving but no words came out like an unoiled dragon's head. He just kept blinking every few seconds, and he looked horrified.

Finally, she had got the urge to stop, and only then was it that she could truly read what had been going on in his eyes. He was (obviously) shocked, cold, unoiled, uncooperative, and lastly, secretly angry. Those things, shouldn't have been located in his handso-eyes, those things shouldn't be located in his eyes. And then, she got the feel of her own actions, what her own eyes were glowing with, playful, outgoing, loose, oiled, and heat. The opposite.

Why was she feeling so happy and loose all of a sudden with the wrecked warship?

He wobbled to his feet, trying to get his land legs. "Why are you here?" He demanded.

Now, it was Reyna's turn to be shocked. Didn't he want her here? And then she spotted the papers, with handwriting that she had known for ages, they were spread in front of him as if being sorted next to the dragon. "Why do you have those?" She demanded also, no answer to his question.

He looked back. His expression softened. The letters. "I-" He began only to be cut off from Reyna's own words.

"-You're not supposed to have those." Her eyes hardened locked on the letters. Then suddenly she remembered the other night.

Leo had set the letters to the side only to find himself looking at Reyna again, who was habitually chewing on the end of the pen. Her fingers traced over the words written in Latin for mere seconds before she jotted something down circling the 'yes' in Latin. Her head whipped up to look at Leo again, but he was already in the kitchen. "What are you doing?" She had asked him and he glanced to her from the cabinet he was looking in.

"Annabeth told me chocolate was universal." He told her shuffling through the cabinets for two mugs.

She found that he had already set out some instant hot chocolate packets sitting in front of the the microwaved which was shoved in between the toaster and the knife rack. "Bottom left." She stated.

He dodged around a couple cabinets he hadn't bothered to close before and pulled out the first two he saw labeled 'World's Favorite Sister' a gift from Hylla and the other had coffee beans on the side with the word 'Coffee' imprinted on it. He began to get the jist of the kitchen and started strolling around ducking under cabinets and things before he had finished the steaming cups and brought them over.

She wondered her eyes back down to the words on paper and continued starting to sip on the drink before she dropped it, it thankfully in one piece but began to pour all over the work she was almost finished with. She squeaked for a second and quickly picked it up, it was halfway empty and she set it to the side deciding to wait for it to cool down.

It seemed Leo was chugging down his cocoa no problem. And was soon finished setting it down as he started to watch her again, almost unsettling her as he watched her work over her shoulder. Soon she had finished and stood up taking her mug with her as she moved to adjust on the couch. They talked for a while, nonsense, work, favorites, until she fell asleep.

"I didn't..." Leo started but Reyna stormed past him snatching up the letters

"You did." She accused.

He frowned at her, he was still mad. "You were the one who ordered these Romans to ruin my ship! Look at it! Did you see yourself?"

"How dare you-"

"-How dare I? You ruined my warship! It's not-I mean-We'll have to be stuck here with you! You of all people! I'd rather be stuck in a room with Gaea for my whole life then be any where near you!"

Reyna froze, chills crept up her back. Her hand flew to her waist but there was nothing there, she had left her dagger at home. She tried to act strong, that was what she always did. But obviously Leo could see the damage he was making even after she straightened up. "I-"

"-Don't try to claim you didn't do it. I already know you did." He claimed. He could see the damage, but he was working to make the cut deeper.

This was enough. She'd already had a horrible life. First her father. After, the pirates and the loss of her home. And now, her position. She crumpled up the letters and through them at him, barely doing any damage, she didn't have a weapon. She tore her hat of her head and launched it at him. Poor aim. The soft fabric has sailed past him onto the ground that had been ripped free of grass.

Leo watched her, arms crossed as he did so watching as she did her best to hurt him with her surroundings. She'd always been told to dominate when in panic, but now . . . how could she?

Next, she slipped her shoe off and threw it at him. No affect. She pinched at the grass left near her feet and tried launching that at him. They sailed carelessly around the air blowing back towards her instead and brushed past, the way the wind was blowing.

She couldn't possibly use the power of words. She was a failure at such things. Domination. She couldn't do that. Retreat. That sounded best. She slipped her other shoe off and sailed it at him again but he simply side stepped before she took off where she had came from.