800 reviews! SQUEE! Thank you guys so much! I broke a new record too, 91 reviews for one chapter! I'm really glad you guys like that chapter and I REALLY hope you like this one.

Since most of the reviews said the same thing I am just going to address everyone. I guess the common theory for Reyna isn't that known, but did find your guys theories very amusing. I only hope that this chapter lives up to your expectations. I took extra time to make everything made sense. Now some of you might not like my theory and that is fine, it's just an idea I had and I thought it would made an awesome story and here we are.

Most of the reviewers had the three same worries. 1.) They didn't want another Hazel story (its not) 2.)They didn't want Reyna to be evil (She's not) 3.) They didn't want me to go too far off track for some random story (I'm not.)

I guessed I gave you guys a red herring with the last chapter's title. Honestly I didn't think people noticed the chapter titles that much. My only explanation is that I was watching Doctor Who. That episode always freaked me out. The little boy kind of reminded me of Octavian, so I thought why not. My titles are usually that random. I glad no one thought Reyna was Octavian's mother O.o That's even worse than Octabeth.

OK I put this off any longer. This chapter sucked out my soul so please help me get it back by reviewing. :)

PERCY

"I fixed the ship!" Leo announced proudly to the people gathered in the hollow.

"Not now, Leo," Jason snapped back at him.

"Ok, fine." Leo looked taken aback, like Jason had never used that tone with him before. "I just thought you would like to know."

Jason didn't seem to be taking Octavian's revelation well, and who would blame him? Percy was mad that he had spent this whole time trying to convince his friends that Reyna was good, and she had gone and done something like this. But he also felt torn by the fact Reyna seemed to be bullied by Octavian. His home and his old friends were in danger, but he still owed Octavian a smack on the head.

Frank turned back to Octavian. "So what? There must have been someone else named Reyna. That doesn't mean they are the same person." Honestly, this was Percy's second thought. His first thought was Reyna Reyna, but then he realized what Octavian meant and was glad that he hadn't said that out loud.

Octavian sighed at his apparent stupidity. "I didn't mean just her first name. I meant her whole name. Besides, this Reyna also had a sister named Hylla. What are the chances of that? Same everything really: same birthday, same last name, same sister, same description. Really, you could have tried to make yourself distinguishable," Octaivan lectured Reyna. "Or maybe you didn't think you needed to since you have been gone so long."

"How long?" Jason asked slowly.

"A really long time, almost—" Octaivan started. Percy noticed that the other Romans soldiers were hanging on his every word so he was glad when Jason stopped him.

"Not you," Jason cut him off. "I want Reyna to answer." And he turned to face her. Percy had to agree, if Reyna was about to be ruined in front of her soldiers then at least she should have the right to say it in her own words.

Reyna sighed and looked at Jason for the first time since this started. "Why does it matter?" She seemed strangely emotionless to Percy, like she was slowly dying inside, which she probably was. It broke his heart seeing her like this, defenseless and at the mercy of Octavian and Jason. He couldn't help but forgive her. Curse his eggshell heart!

"It matters to me," Jason replied simply, and then added jealously, "You told him, but not me."

Reyna growled out of frustration. Percy was glad to see her start to fight back. "He didn't give me a choice, Jason. I was trying to be voted praetor. He would have ruined me." And that brought Percy's anger back. Octavian knew where the Greeks lived, and now Camp Half-Blood would never be safe again just because Reyna wanted to have some stupid position.

"Now you sound just like Octavian," Percy commented.

Reyna faced him. She looked deeply insulted by his words. "I was tired of being average, of being in my sister's shadow. I wanted to make something of myself. Is that really so bad?"

"If it puts other people's lives in danger, then yes, Reyna," Jason answered. Percy couldn't have said it better himself.

"I didn't know the camp was still there," Reyna explained. "Like everyone else, I thought the Greeks had all died out. I was just as shocked as anyone when Percy turned out to be Greek."

"But why didn't you tell me that Octavian was threatening you?" Jason asked. "I would have helped you."

"Because you had enough trouble dealing with your first prophecy, and I didn't want to add to it," Reyna replied quietly, and Jason suddenly looked guilty. Percy was wondering what Annabeth might have kept from him while he was fretting with his prophecy when the name Luke popped into his head.

"Why didn't you tell me afterwards?" Jason added.

"I tried to tell you," Reyna sighed. "You were too much of a blockhead to listen to me."

Jason seemed insulted or perhaps partially guilty for helping to cause their situation. "Well, you gave Octavian the information that helped him gain power."

"We were at the top of our game. I thought we could handle Octavian together. How was I supposed to know you were going to vanish?" Reyna said angrily. There was a moment of silence while Jason and Reyna stared at each other.

"That still doesn't explain how you know about our camp in the first place," observed Annabeth, changing the topic.

"Oh, come on, Annabeth, I thought you were bright," Octavian remarked. Percy thought he seemed bitter about being upstaged by Reyna again. "Put the pieces together. Her name appears twice on the list of Camp Jupiter's campers, she was on Circe's Island, she knows the location of a Greek camp, and she became praetor in four years for goodness' sake!"

Percy had no clue what Octavian was talking about, but somehow it all made sense to Annabeth. Her eyes narrowed in deep concentration like they always did when she was working something out. "Are you saying that Reyna was a part of Camp Jupiter before the Greeks and the Romans separated? But that would have been over—"

"Over a hundred and fifty years ago," Octavian finished for her, "during the Civil War. Our little Reyna here has fought the Greeks before." Reyna grew flustered as everyone's eyes shifted to her. Really, Percy shouldn't have been surprised. How many times had this happened to him? Between Nico, Zoë, and Hazel, he should have been used to it by then, but finding out that Reyna was from the Civil War era kind of freaked him out a bit. But at the same time it explained a lot, like Reyna's stoic personality for one.

"Seriously?" Jason asked, slightly shocked. Reyna nodded without directly looking at his reaction. "But you don't look two hundred years old." Reyna huffed at his comment, and Percy had to admit that was a little rude.

"Jason, Reyna was on Circe's Island all this time. The island is a kind of no-time place. It freezes you in time. Percy and I saw Blackbeard when we were on the island, and he was still alive and well," Annabeth explained.

"But if Reyna joined the legion before, wouldn't they have noticed her tattoo when she joined the second time?" questioned Frank.

Octavian perked up. "I never thought about that before." Octavian paused for a moment and then continued, "How did you manage that?"

Reyna sighed, with everyone's eyes still on her she couldn't deny it any longer. "People assume the world has always been the same," she began quietly. "Things were different for women back then. We were not allowed participate in battle or decisions of any kind. The tattoos were to distinguish Roman soldiers from Greek ones, and to prevent spies from entering the camp. They would have never dreamed to mark a woman equally as a man."

"What kind of system is that?" Annabeth retorted. Percy stifled a laugh. His girlfriend would be a total feminist.

"It wasn't just the Romans; it was how the whole world worked. Women could not own property, vote, or often even choose who they were going to marry. Honestly, I'm surprised that they included me on the registry at all. I only worked in the hospitals for a few weeks." Percy could not see Reyna working as a nurse in a hospital.

"So you were a part of Camp Jupiter before?" asked Jason.

Reyna seemed reluctant to explain. "It wasn't called Camp Jupiter back then. The Camp Jupiter we know was actually Camp Pluto or Camp Hades, depending on your side. The Greek and Roman demigods weren't separated before the Civil War. Instead they were spread equally throughout twelve camps, a camp for each of the main gods. Camp Half-Blood was Camp Jupiter or Camp Zeus because it was located closest to Mount Olympus."

"So demigods went to their parent's camp?" Percy tried to understand.

"No," Reyna shook her head. "They went to the camp closest to their home. Kids didn't really go to school like they do now. Most had to work on their parent's farms and couldn't afford to leave for long periods of time. Plus, it wasn't like we had planes or cars to travel. The only modes of transportation were horse-powered." She took a deep breath. "I grew up in Georgia. I went to Camp Apollo, down in Florida."

"Florida," Octavian snorted. From his pale skin, Percy guessed he didn't really like the sun, which was odd for someone related to Apollo.

"But then why are there only two camps now?" Annabeth asked.

"Well, when the war started the twelve camps were split down the middle, mostly Greek in the north and Roman in the south, so if you were Roman and in the north when the war broke out, you hightailed it out of there as fast as you could. During the war some of the camps were destroyed. Others were burned down by their own people when they were forced to abandon them. Only two camps remained in the end: the one no one dared to destroy and the one everyone feared to go near."

"Camp Jupiter and Camp Pluto," Jason answered. Reyna nodded. "But then why is our camp named Camp Jupiter and not Camp Pluto?"

"Because the Romans have always been the more traditional of the two nations and Camp Pluto wasn't exactly a welcoming name to the war-torn survivors. I learned all this after the fact, of course. I left for Circe's Island before the war ended," Reyna replied quietly. She seemed lost in her past. "When it became clear that we weren't going to win most Roman demigods fled. They started to panic. The common belief was that the Greeks were going to wipe us out so they ran to the places they thought the Greeks would never go. Some went west, others went into Canada." Percy looked at Frank who grew up in Canada. "My sister and I were too far south and east for either option so, with our mother's blessing, we found our way to C.C.'s island." The room got very silent then. Percy wondered if the Romans were considering what it must have felt like to lose a war that big.

"It must have been hard for you," said Hazel softly. Reyna looked at her like she didn't understand the feeling of pity. "I was brought back after seventy years and I almost died of a heart attack when I saw a cell phone. I can't imagine what a hundred and fifty years must have been like."

Reyna shrugged. "C.C's island was a time vortex. That didn't mean we couldn't get good WiFi." Percy almost laughed but caught himself when he remembered Reyna didn't make jokes. Seeing their puzzled looks Reyna explained further. "Girls went there to better themselves, to get educated. We still had contact with the outside world with the new visitors and information from new books. We saw the world through C.C.'s perspective. It was a completely twisted feministic perspective, but it was still the world."

"Reyna," Octavian interrupted. "You are forgetting to tell them about the best part." Reyna gave him a confused look. "Tell them what the Greeks did to us."

"I don't know what you are talking about," Reyna said simply, but Percy had a feeling she knew what Octavian was leading up to.

"Tell them what you told me," Octavian started. "Tell them how the Greeks almost wiped us out. How they almost destroyed everything." Percy could tell that Octavian was starting to get really worked up now.

"You are twisting the facts to fit your little revenge story," replied Reyna.

"You said it yourself just a minute ago. They took everything but the leftovers, the camp no one wanted. A camp named after the ruler of death. That's what the Greeks thought of us," Octavian explained.

It was like watching a very violent ping pong match, and both opponents were equally matched. The rest of them didn't dare to intervene for fear of having their head chewed off.

"Look around you, Octavian," Reyna exclaimed. "See what we have accomplished. Sure, we started with nothing, but look at how far we have come. It made us stronger."

"They gave no mercy. The Greeks cut off our supplies. Families almost starved to death."

"Of course they did," Reyna answered. "They were trying to win a war. That doesn't make them evil. We would have done the same if we could have."

"They killed us!" Octavian shouted.

"And we killed them!" Reyna screamed back, and then she regained control of herself. "That war brought nothing but pain, and you want to start another one just like it? That's your problem, Octavian; you never see the repercussions of the choices you make."

"And you never see the possibilities," Octavian argued. "Sure, there is risk, but when is the last time you heard of someone doing something great without risking everything? We could get our pride back."

"We have already regained our own pride," Reyna replied. "Start this war and you will be throwing everything we have won back."

Octavian watched her carefully. "Reyna, I didn't see it at first either. In the beginning, I sought only the Sibylline books. I thought if we could read the future then we could never lose again. But then I learned that the Greek camp was still in operation, and I saw the possibilities." Octavian got a crazy look on his face which made Percy a little sick. "I saw what we could become, a united empire, as great as the original one, and I will lead them to it. Like the man I was named after, Gaius Octavius Thurinus who later became Emperor Augustus, one the greatest figures in Roman history. It's my destiny," Octavian stated proudly. Percy noticed that the Roman soldiers around him started to shift uncomfortably. Obviously, they didn't know this part of Octavian's plan.

Reyna laughed, "Oh please, Octavian. You're not even a real demigod."

"I am too!" Octavian childishly exclaimed.

"Let's see, you are a third generation descendent of Apollo. That makes you," Reyna pretended to do the math in her head, "one-eighth of the demigod I am."

"That's not true!" Octavian whined. Some the other Romans snickered at him behind his back. Percy was impressed. Reyna was actually winning a verbal debate with Octavian. Octavian was actually shaking in anger. "Match point," Percy thought to himself.

"You will never rule, Octavian," Reyna smirked. "You wouldn't know how to."

"Oh, because you are so damn perfect," Octavian growled. He took a moment to reevaluate his argument. "You don't care about anyone but yourself."

Reyna rolled her eyes at his feeble attempt to unhinge her. "Prove it."

"What about your friends at your first camp?" Reyna became stiff and Octavian grew more confident. "They died fighting the Greeks, and now you stand by their enemy like they are your friends." For the first time Percy realized what Reyna's past really meant to their situation.

Reyna became very still again. "That only proves that I know what is at stake."

But Octavian had her cornered now. "And your father?" Octavian continued. "I did some research after our little talk. He was an important general in the Confederate army, was he not? He led a final stand against the Union army to give the city enough time to evacuate. He died fighting the Greeks."

"You know nothing," Reyna growled and Argentum and Aurum did the same. "You're not even worthy to speak his name."

"What would he think of you now?" Octavian continued.

"You think you can beat me by pulling me down? Well it won't work." Reyna took a step towards Octavian and made direct eye contact with him. "I have seen the real meaning of tragedy. I have fought darkness that would make the little shadow that resides in your heart go crying home to its mommy. I know what it really means to lose everything, and I swear on my father's grave that I will do everything in my power to make sure that never happens again." Reyna slowly placed her sword at Octavian's chest. "So you might want to reconsider your current position." Octavian gulped and Percy did too. There wasn't one person in that hollow that would face Reyna at that moment.

"Reyna," Jason called, bringing her back to reality. Reyna blinked a few times but did not remove her sword.

Luckily for Octavian, at that very moment a whole bunch of satyrs came running into the scene waving ketchup bottles, cans of cheese and other random food items as they charged towards them. In the lead was Grover hanging onto Tyson's shoulders for dear life while Ella flew above them.

Tyson shouted his battle cry, "Peanut butter!", while Ella added her own kind of spice to the situation by shouting, "Dynamite is made from peanut oil!" Grover was just screaming.

The Roman soldiers looked completely dumbfounded. Obviously they had never seen a food fight before. A rain of ketchup and cheese poured down on them as they stood trying to figure out what exactly was happening. But they recovered in time to put their shields up before they were egged.

Hazel and Frank looked at Percy with faces that clearly read, "Really? These are your friends?" Percy just shrugged. He looked to see how the other Romans were taking it. Surprisingly, they seemed to be enjoying themselves, fighting back with the leftover food instead of their weapons.

A net of spaghetti landed on Piper's head and a scoop of ice cream fell onto Annabeth's shoulder. Apparently the Roman fauns couldn't tell them from the Romans, or they just didn't care who they threw hot dogs at.

"Hey!" Frank yelled, "Who's throwing ice cream?" He looked around for the source.

It wasn't long before Percy was covered in an assortment of condiments. Thalia laughed at him from under the safety of her shield, Aegis.

"You think this is funny?" he said to her, "How about this?" He picked up a scoop of whatever was on the floor and threw it at her. He laughed as the concoction hit her face, and then felt something gooey break on the back of his head. Percy turned to see Grover tossing another egg into the air. Don the faun was standing next to him.

"Hi Percy," he smirked proudly.

"Grover!" Annabeth ran to him. "I'm so glad you are all right."

"Well, same to you. I completely freaked out when I woke up on the ship and everyone was missing," replied Grover. "Then there were all these Romans around so I hid in a barrel while they moved the ship. I waited until it was quiet and snuck out. I was trying to find where they took you when I ran into Don here." Don took another scoop of ice cream he was holding and put it in his mouth. "And he told me that you were all captured. I knew I couldn't get you back on my own so I asked him and the other fauns for help and then Tyson and Ella—"

"Always glad to help a fellow faun," Don patted Grover on the back. Then he leaned close to Percy and whispered, "He knows Pan."

Percy nodded back. "I know."

"Grover is very important and all but he doesn't know squat about attacking a Roman army. 'First things first,' I told him, 'You can't fight an army on an empty stomach.' So first thing we did was raid the kitchens, and everyone seemed too busy playing with their swords to notice us."

"And I knew we needed weapons and I thought why not?" Grover added. "Pretty smart of me, isn't it?"

Annabeth laughed, "Oh yes. An Athena-approved strategy."

"Could I have some of that?" Frank asked Don, pointing to the ice cream. Before Don could hand over the ice cream Hazel snatched it from him.

"Oh no," Hazel cried. "I am not letting you on the ship after you eat ice cream. You're lactose intolerant, remember?"

Piper ran up to them. "We need to get to the ship!" Piper shouted, using her arms as cover.

"Why? This is fun!" Leo laughed, taking the pasta from Piper's hair and throwing it before licking his fingers. "And delicious," he added.

Percy was sure that wasn't sanitary. "To the ship," he agreed.

"Wait," Jason shouted over the crowd. "Where's Reyna?"

Percy quickly scanned the crowd, but didn't see her anywhere. What was worse was that he didn't see Octavian either. "Do you think she went after Octavian?"

"I bet you she did," Jason sighed. "I'll go find her. Leave without us if you must," Jason added before jumping back into the fight.

Percy continued on to the ship.

"Where is Jason going?" Annabeth asked, grabbing a hold of his arm.

"To find Reyna," Percy explained.

"Are they going to be all right?"

Percy remembered back to the moments before the food fight began. "It's not Jason and Reyna you need to be worried about."

So? Did that live you to your expectations? I really really really hoped so.

I really live the Civil War era and thought this was a good way to get some perspective on the whole Greek and Roman thing. I'll admit that I am a Gone With the Wind nut (Happy 75th anniversary GWtW!) and I know it is historically inaccurate at some points but I can't help from picturing Reyna as Scarlet O' Hara especially with the whole love triangle in both stories and her main goal of protecting her land. If you haven't seen Gone with the Wind you really need to. I don't care if it is five hours long. It is the best movie ever made, enough said.

Please review. :)