Cabin 2 is cold in the mornings

A.N: I'm actually really proud of how this chapter turned out. I think Percy's the most in character I've ever been able to write him, and I tried to delve a bit deeper into Reyna's character.

The Prospective Writer: Oh, I didn't know that. *blushes* I'll try to use yeah then, and thanks for the review/compliment/helpfulhint/thing.

ImWritingInThisSec: There may be a bit of Jason/Piper in MoA like, hey that person's attractive, just small hints, and possibly more if I decide to keep writing this story for later books, but the Jasper would be far from the main focus.

JamesSonOfAthena: I don't actually think this is her last name in canon, but I'm going to use Vasquez, (Which means son of Vasco, so it would have been a sad and sorry attempt at a pun)

Merry Christmas dearest readers!

Reyna's POV

Reyna woke up feeling cold. Then she remembered she was in Cabin Two. She looked up at the grand marble ceiling. The grand cabin had no furniture except for the cot that another camper had brought for her. She got up and stretched herself. Her whole body was sore from the intense fight the day before and of course, sleeping on a cot on a hard, marble floor.

She looked at the change of clothes that they'd brought for her, a pair of jeans, tennis shoes, a black coat, a pony tail, and an orange CHB t-shirt. She glanced down at her tattered purple shirt, and though she obviously needed a change of clothes, she was reluctant to put the orange shirt on. She didn't know why, but she felt like she was betraying someone, or something. She still didn't feel like she belonged here, even though she did like Piper and Leo. It just felt, wrong, she didn't know why. She didn't seem to know much these days, considering the large holes in her memories.

She thought of Lupa. She knew the wolf, and she had been to that place, she knew it. She couldn't put her finger on it, but it was important. It made her head hurt, and her arm burn slightly, but she knew whatever she couldn't remember was important. She gave up on trying to find memories which seemingly weren't there, and returned to the matter at hand. The growing spire that radiated power, the dark sort of power that one didn't ever want to meet.

"I can't let them down," she decided, thinking about Piper and Leo, and this camp. It may not feel like she belonged, but she liked them, they were her friends, and Reyna felt like it was in her nature to protect what she cared about.

Reyna forced herself to change, and pulled her long, black hair easily into a French braid. She looked at her reflection in one of the shields on the wall, and saw, reflected, a girl that looked much tougher than Reyna felt. Her reflection looked like she was ready to go into battle, but inside, Reyna felt nervous. She was leading a quest today, and though she felt as though she'd done this before, she couldn't be sure. She was afraid she might lead her friends to an early and painful demise. She shook away the thought; she needed to appear a cool and confident quest leader, like her reflection, not like the girl she was hiding inside. Reyna grabbed her spear, and her backpack full of supplies, and she was ready to leave.

She opened up the door, and ran into Percy's chest. She pushed herself back off of him, and he replied with a slight smile, a genuine smile, not like the one's she'd seen, "Good morning."

She gave him a slight glare, and replied, looking at his travel attire, "I don't suppose you're coming with us."

"No," he replied, a wistful look gracing his face, as if dangerous quests reminded him of better days, "You've got a good team already. I'm off to look for Annabeth." They stepped inside the incredibly unpleasant cabin to talk. Reyna was a bit disappointed with his decision, she would have liked to have someone that knew what they were doing, but she did expect this. He was determined to find his girlfriend, and Reyna assumed if she'd just lost her boyfriend, or even Leo or Piper, she wouldn't be too excited to go on a life threatening quest with kids she didn't know.

"You'll do fine," Percy replied, "I don't really think this is your first quest."

"Why?" she asked. No offense to Percy, but he didn't seem the most observant type.

"You aren't freaking out," he said, "Most people go insane before their first quests, either with fear or excitement."

"I'm more the latter than the former," she admitted, begrudgingly. She normally wouldn't be telling these things to just anyone, but Percy just seemed like someone she could talk to.

"Why?" he asked, concern in his light green eyes, and then he seemed to understand, "Did you have a dream?"

"Yah," she said, biting the inside of her lip.

"Normal dream or demigod dream?" he asked.

"Demigod," she said, "It was weird."

He gave her empathetic look, "I've had a lot of those. What was it about?"

"I was in the ruins of this mansion," she said, grasping for the right words to describe this, "It felt like I knew this place. There were wolves, and one, told me I would never regain my memories if I didn't save Hera. She showed me this dark spire that radiated a sort of dark power."

"That sounds like a lot of my dreams," he chuckled.

"What?" she asked. She doubted he could have had many dreams of ruined mansions and wolves and dark spires, though before she went to sleep, she wouldn't have expected herself to have those dreams either.

"Creepy and unhelpful," he replied. She cracked a smile at that. Percy reminded her a bit of Leo, and she remembered that she was actually very excited that he was going on this quest with her and Piper. She didn't want to split up her newfound team.

"So you have no idea what's going on?" she asked, tearing herself out of her thoughts.

"Pretty much," he replied, his smile melting away, just like every other time he mentioned her, "Annabeth's the one that usually figures things out." Reyna wondered if she had someone waiting for her who missed her as much as Percy missed Annabeth.
"Do you have any advice what-so-ever?" she asked, "Where to start?"

"Follow the monsters?" he suggested, "We don't know where you're going, so that seems like a good place to start."

"Venti," she though aloud, "Maybe I should talk to a wind god."

"I remember Annabeth talking about a wind god that lives in Canada," he said, trying not to deflate again upon mentioning her name.

"Canada is pretty big place," she said, "Could you be a bit more specific?"

"It sounded like shipwreck," he said, remembering an unhelpful detail.

"Quebec," she responded.

"That's what it was," he replied, "Quebec City."

She sighed, "I don't remember anything, but I'm sure I don't think I speak French." At least she had a goal now though. She could actually start this massive undertaking.

"Thanks Percy," she replied.

"You're welcome Reyna," he gave her a small hug, "Good luck." She squirmed out of it, just because they were friends now didn't mean that she wanted him to hug her. She took a deep breath. She was ready for this quest, or at least as ready as she'd ever be. She took a deep breath and was prepared to leave. The door burst open, Butch, with a half dozen guys behind him, looked at them.
"Guys," he said, his expression either fear or excitement, like the thing Percy said about quests, "The dragon's back."

A.N: I wish you could meet that wind god, that wind god that lives in Canada. The next chapter involves the beginning of the quest (as Piper's interactions with her siblings would not change as a result of Reyna's presence.) Merry Christmas again!