I'm sorry I haven't been able to update as of late. I've only got two hours of Internet time for the ENTIRE trip and so I've actually got a friend of mine running the account for me. Please be patient with me as I can only really log in myself once every two to three weeks. I will try to do a bit more writing though. And I'm SO sorry that this us both super late and super short but I'm SUPER busy.

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One jellybean.

Two jellybeans.

Three jellybeans.

A new pastime to cure the girl's insomnia, her constant fear, her sudden nerves. Although it was a futile attempt, the sight was almost uplifting. The girl had not returned to her normal spirits yet she had moved, something she had been nearly unable to do for the past two days, strapped down into bed as the awful nightmares and visions that she had received, each more haunting and real than the one before it, scarring itself into both her conscious and unconscious thoughts.

It was as if they had taken over her life. Although she was no daughter of Apollo and clearly unfit to be a soothsayer or oracle, the plague had come to her. The spirit had chosen her over the others. Perhaps it was her power, perhaps her position. Yet none knew why. Instead, they simply attempted to keep the insanity under control.

Four jellybeans.

Atlas. Mountain. Destroy it.

Five jellybeans.

Death. Blood in pools. The rotting of flesh.

Six jellybeans.

His corpse, laying there, dead before her feet.

...:..:...

Jason ran into the tent, shouting out a few orders to his leaders before turning to the large map of camp before him, scribbling down a few notes in the margins and in other places until the sound of footsteps reached his ears.

"Caesar, if it's you-" Jason started.

"Jason."

The voice was cool, almost mocking. Once Jason recognized who it was, he had the sudden impulse to throw every nearby object at his face. Instead, he ran a hand through his hair and sighed.

"Go tease someone else, Octavian. I'm a bit busy," he said as he continued to make small notes. "I'm running a camp on nothing more than sheer will and coffee. Seriously, go away."

"It's about Reyna."

Jasons eyes widened slightly and he set down the marker, turning to face him. "What about Reyna?"

Octavian smirked slightly when he saw the other teen's suddenly piqued interest, leaning against the table with the map. "I know what's wrong with her and I know why it's happening."

Oh how Jason just wanted to punch that pathetic, disgusting grin off his puny little face. Oh how he just wanted to beat the living daylights out of him...

"Go on."

The other blonde sat down, Jason following his lead and leaning forward ever so slightly as if hanging on every word the boy spoke.

"It happens when there are big battles, wars involving mankind and demigods and whatnot," he explained with a shrug.

"How do I fix it," Jason bit out, somewhat impatient.

"Hold on, not finished yet," Octavian responded, holding up his hands. "Anyways, it's something they call the spirit of the Sybiline. Every couple thousand years, it comes back. Just kind of possesses some poor soul and stays until the battle is either won or everyone dies. Simple enough. In other words, there's nothing you can do. She'll have it til the end of the war unless it decides to possess someone else, really. But the chances of that happening are pretty low."

"Dammit!" Jason swore, rising from his chair suddenly and running a hand through his hair. "Is there no way to fix it? None at all?"

"Look, your best bet is to ask Apollo," Octavian said with a shrug as he got up and walked to the door. "I might be pretty damn awesome but I don't have all your answers. Go, have a nice chat and ask him how to fix your girlfriend."

And with that, Octavian left, leaving Jason even angrier and now with a serious craving to dent in his face.