As I'm too lazy to rewrite this whole chapter, I'm going to add two chapters in one day if my original is too short. (See, I like to change POVs a LOT! :) ) hope that works with you! enjoy!

25 Reyna

The Greek camp was small, tiny even, in comparison to the Roman one. But it sure was something. Each cabin was beautifully decorated to match the home of the god it stood for, unlike the plain stone outside of the Cohort barracks. The strawberry fields added a homely feeling to what in New Rome would have been a stiff and formal atmosphere.

Reyna walked to Chiron, or who she thought was Chiron. He was a tall centaur, with a chestnut brown lower body and matching facial hair. He was quite intimidating, and the Romans stayed clear, but it did not deter their leader.

"Hello, Chiron. Thank you for hosting us. The protection of my people is my key concern, and you are offering us great hospitality. We are for a long time to come, in your debt."

Chiron scanned Reyna quickly, and his kind eyes showed genuine surprise. "Now, I knew Romans were formal. But you're just a kid!"

Reyna smiled and replied, "Praetor is my preferred title. But, yes, we are just kids."

Chiron smiled once more before it withered in the shadows of his furrowed brows. "Gaea has driven you here. She has us all in the palm of her hand. She could crush any one of us at any given time. She can read our thoughts as well. I hope to the Gods that you know what you are doing. You and the other seven practically decide our fates."

Reyna's face molded into a similar expression and spoke, "The fates decide our fates. This is in the hands of Fortuna, solely."

Chiron shook his head, "Ah, see, that's where you are wrong. Fate will not be forever in your hands, but you may hold it for a while yet. Mold it well when it does come. Such opportunities will be rare, Reyna, beware. But they shall come." With that, he left, but only after an approving glance in her direction

Reyna looked around her. All her Roman campers had fled to their assigned cabins, probably hoping to wreck havoc. Only the Greeks remained, scowling at any stray citizen of New Rome. Clarisse was beside her then and she gave Reyna a thorough pounding on her back.

"Nice job, Praetor. Got us here in one piece. Athena's cabin and your Minerva's kids have made up a system. Something about housing arrangements for this one night. Then we're off." Clarisse stopped to yell at the ground: YOU HEAR THAT SWAMP LADY? I'M COMING FOR YOU!

Reyna smiled, and headed off towards the Athena's cabin, a stone gray building with an elaborately carved owl perched on the pediment. She was offered a choice of Zeus's cabin or Aphrodite's cabin. You can't be serious. She thought. Octavian walked up to her, and said menacingly, "What is it Praetor? Don't like to be out of your little haven in New Rome?"

"No, of course not." Reyna replied, deadly calm, cutting back the insulting product of Octavian's tone. "Where is your cabin Octavian?"

Octavian scowled and replied, "Demeter. What use am I in there?"

Reyna nodded, a false look of sympathy on her face. "Yes, indeed. No use at all. How about cabin thirteen?"

Octavian nodded eagerly, "Yes! Anything but that Demeter's cabin. All so full of plants! Ugh. Thank you very much Reyna!"

Reyna let her expression drop and smiled menacingly, "Any time. I'm sure you'll enjoy Hades's cabin."

Octavian's face paled and lost color like a shutter was being closed underneath his skin. "H-Hades?" And then he fainted right on the spot, falling not-so-lightly on to the ground, a Ty Inc. teddy bear falling from his pack.

Reyna smiled contentedly and told the demigod in charge of housing, "Well, he's seems to be fine with that. I'll take his place at cabin four."