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I am Hazel Daughter of Pluto - yeah, I know Reyna is OOC. I did this on purpose because I want Reyna to be happy until Jason disappears. Jason's disappearance will be the thing that will make Reyna cold and hard. When Jason comes back, it'll be like she's coming back alive. I just don't want her entire character to be cold and mean. Its like her coldness is a shell hiding the pain she feels that Jason is (will be) gone. If losing Hylla made her cold and mean, her entire character would be mean and I don't want that.
vball17girl - i said that this attack was going to happen when the battle of the labyrinth happens. that gives a summer for krios attack and another summer for when percy arrives. do you even read the author's note?
Reyna23 - thanks, I update every day btw
the electric phantom - yeah, tough
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Jason was right; the month was very tough. You could pick any day of that month and it would prove that point. The day two weeks after Dylan's new plan was put in action is a perfect example.

I groaned as Gwen shook me awake. It was barely dawn and the sun had partially risen. I should have been used to waking up at the crack of dawn by now, but I am definitely not a morning person.

"Get up lazy bones," Gwen laughed and shook me harder. "We have to go to training."

I made a face, sat up, and yawned. We'd be practicing battle formations and making swords that day.

"Ugh, battle formations. You know what that means?" Gwen asked me. I shook my head. "We have to wear all the armor."

"I know! Just walking around in that stuff is a full body work out!" I moaned.

Gwen and I took forever to tie the straps to our armor correctly so we ended up being the last ones to the field of Mars. Naturally, I got the worst position. Gwen was a centurion, so she could not have a terrible position, but I was just a camper.

We formed the tortoise formation. Jason stood at the front in the middle of the formation and shouted directions to the rest of us. There were about twenty of us and I was smack dab in the middle.

The person next to me tripped and the person behind him shoved him forwards into the person in front of him. Soon people were tripping and pushing and shoving.

"Stop!" Jason shouted. "This is the worst battle formation I have seen since, well, since ever. Pull yourselves together and work with each other as a team."

"But he started it!" Someone shouted pointing to my neighbor.

"I don't care who started it." Jason said. He sounded like a tired parent scolding two fighting siblings. "Just get back into formation and start again."

Jason put us through the form at least thirty times by the time the sun was directly overhead. We were all soaked with sweat and tired to the bone from marching, wearing all the armor, and carrying our shields.

I struggled with taking off my armor, and when I finally finished, Gwen, Jason, and I limped to the mess hall for lunch. I ate a luxurious meal of peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

After lunch, Gwen and I trudged off to the forge. As we walked in, people we already there, melting old, bent broken gold swords to be reshaped. Others were taking the melted metal and shaping it into gladius form. Still others were sharpening the swords. I joined the people melting the broken swords and Gwen joined the sword sharpeners.

I sat down and held the bent blade of an Imperial gold gladius into the fire. It wasn't even ten minutes when I burned myself.

A tongue of fire had lashed out at the back of my hand and burned it. I inhaled sharply. It wasn't that bad a burn, but it still hurt like Pluto. I took a deep breath. Romans never show pain. I told myself. Romans never show pain. I cringed. So much for not showing pain.

Gwen came over and studied my burn.

"I suppose we could switch jobs." Gwen said sympathetically.

I smiled at her gratefully and walked over to where other campers were sharpening swords. I sat down, picked up a sword, and started to sharpen it. By the time Gwen and I were finished, I had way too many cuts on my arms, face, and hands to count them all.

I thanked the gods as I left my sword sharpener and followed Gwen out of the forge and to the mess hall for dinner. I sighed. I was already sore from yesterday's training and no doubt, I'd be sore tomorrow from today's training. It was like a vicious cycle and we campers were in the dead center.