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It was early morning in San Fransisco, where our favorite female preator was doing her rounds in New Rome. The sun was just peaking through the pine trees that lined the camp, the birds were chirping, and the tempature was perfect- the gods must have been smiling on them on that particular day.
But wait- what was that? Reyna leaned forward to analyze the small figure in front of her. It was a child. And a small one at that- maybe five or six years old. It was hunched in a curled position, praying, perhaps?
Reyna blinked. Now, why would anyone- especcially a child of this age- be praying in the middle of the city at this hour? Pluto, who would be praying in the middle of the city, period?
She silently stepped toward the child, whom she had determined was a boy, due to it's short, messy red hair. The boy's head snapped up and his eyes widened at the sight of the preator. He struggled to bring himself to his feet, then dashed away, leaving Reyna standing confused on the sidewalk.
How odd...
She thought. I hope he knows where he's going; the last thing we need is a lost child in a world full of monsters and angry gods.
She ended her rounds and headed back to the Preator House, where Jason was serving himself some hot chocolate. He offered her a cup.
Yeah, that'll help, Jason,
Reyna mentally rolled her eyes. Like, 'You look upset! Here, drink some hot chocolate and whatever you're mad about will just wash right away so we don't have to talk about it!'
When she ignored the cup, he practically shoved the thing in her face. The ADD part of her imagined him saying in a German accent, "You vill drink da choco-late!"
"Jason, I don't want your damn chocolate!" she snapped.
Jason frowned. "But everybody likes hot chocolate..."
His blue eyes turned into those big, blue saucers that- Reyna was ashamed to admit- turned her stomach into a butterfly sanctuary. He looked so devistated by her rejection of the steaming beverage, Reyna felt as though she had no choice but to take it from him.
"This is really unhealthy," she muttered after she took a sip. "You know that, right?"
"Yeah," Jason slid into a chair and set his hot chocolate on the table. Reyna followed in pursuit. "You seem upset. Something happen on your rounds?"
She nodded. "Yeah... It was kind of weird. I was coming home and there was this kid out on the sidewalk."
"A kid?" Jason raised an eyebrow. "Like, kid, as in-teenager, or kid, as in baby?"
"Neither. I'd say he was about six. Anyway, he was hunched over on the sidewalk. Praying. Then he saw me and ran away."
Jason chuckled softly.
"What?" Reyna demanded. "There's nothing funny about it!"
He gave her that signature grin that made it clear that he was about to say something totally and completely immature that would probably make Reyna want to bang her head on the table.
He sucked in a deep breath. "R-E-Y-N-A! The sound of her name makes the little kids pray!"
Reyna clenched her fist and glared at him. "Jason. Is this really the time for your stupid little games?"
Jason smirked. "Sorry, Rey. You make my brain melts when your around."
Despite her desire to punch him in the jaw, Reyna felt her face heat up. "Jason Grace, are you flirting with me?"
"No." Jason leaned back in his chair and yawned, running a hand through his hair. "It's too early for that."
"Gods, Jason, I really feel loved."
He smiled and leaned forward, slipping his hand over hers. "You should. And don't worry too much about that kid; probably on his way back from helping Terminus or something. If it really bothers you, I'll go check it out."
Reyna shook her head and smiled gratefully. "No, it's okay. He's probably fine."
"Good-" Jason got up and stretched. "-'cause I have to get to work on the War Games for tonight. While I'm gone, try to avoid scaring the living crap out of little kids. The gods know you're a scary little princess."
His scream could be heard by their friends at Camp Half Blood.
So... Who knows Chip Skylark? What's your favorite Chip song? Oh... And Oh. My. Gods. My cousin was watching TV yesterday- some show on Disney Channel- and I saw Joey Richter on it. I screamed SO LOUD. Did any of my fellow Starkid worshippers see this?
~Lucky