p class="MsoNormal"Reyna knew the feeling of being alone well. Look at what had happen with Jason, and more recently Percy. She hadn't really fallen for Percy, he was good looking and a nice guy; hard not to find yourself crushing on him. But Jason…she had loved him, or at least loved him as much as she knew how. They had talked about a future together, of leaving the legion and having a family. But then he reappeared with the other one. She was pretty, in a 'I'm trying to look like a mess but I'm really not' kind of way. Her hair was choppy, but it suited her. Beads and feathers had been strung through different locks, and they had fit her perfectly. And her skin was a tan with rich dark hair. Reyna understood why Jason would have looked at her, but he had betrayed her for Piper. Reyna knew she was pretty, but in a different way. Her hair was long and dark, always neatly kept in a braid so she was ready for anything. Her skin was lighter, but just as blemish free; except the scars that everyone seemed to have. She didn't dress up, most the time she was in a purple t-shirt with jeans and her armor. She was a Preator not a beauty queen. She was the leader of the Roman Legion, a fighting force that could rip through anyone or anything. She was proud of her post, proud of her looks, proud of the place she held in New Rome. But Reyna knew the feeling of being alone well. /p