Before you start reading I insist on sending you to two places:

1) Rick Riordan's blog Myth and Mystery because there are details for the third Kane Chronicles' books and for DEMIGOD DIARIES! Yeah man! We are getting a book! Before freaking fall! Boo-yah! (Okay, so it's in August... Still!) So far the content seems to revolve around a pre-Camp Thalia and Luke story, a Percy and Annabeth on a Percy first person POV date that Hermes (dang it Hermes- it took 5 books and you just come ruin it) interupts because he needs something, and a Leo Valdez story of building the Argo IIwith something bad happening where Jason and Piper are needed.

Which means that we get our dose of genuine Percy/Annabeth Romance and Quest, and that I get my dose of Leo before fall. My, my, my the morning was good...

2) Burdge-Bug's Deviant Art and Tumblr called the Afterlife. I feel bad sending her traffic, but there are Percy and Reyna [in togas :O] pictures and reunion comics you must see.

I'm also on my way to post on my other two chapter-length stories... Yeah, that took a while, I'm sorry. Other than that, enjoy!

PS- Thanks to DMLIME for posting on Fanpop.

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Reyna

She figured that Octavian had about the same patience as Blackbeard had, so he'd blow any second now. She'd learned that when she was betraying direct instructions, she had to measure the patience she'd be given so she wouldn't go that one step too far.

"In the name of Rome- we order you to get out!" Joan bellowed.

She was worse than Blackbeard on the other hand, and that got Reyna to speed up. She tossed the pen on her bed, and rolled up the book page she'd had to rip out.

Reyna gave Aurum and Argentum a rub on the top of the head, and attached the note to Aurum's collar.

"Follow the scent, boys." She told Argentum, letting him sniff one of Jason's Camp Half-Blood shirts. Hopefully they'd go there, and not where Jason was going. If not…

No; her dogs would make it. Besides, they hated water more than Jason did- because of rusting and short-circuiting and so forth. They wouldn't follow the Argo II where it was going.

"Don't you try to save me- don't you try to protect me. You've been good dogs, but you can't help me with this, okay?" She whispered. "I'm not even going to try and win this."

Aurum whimpered, like he didn't like what Reyna was implying. Smart dog; she didn't like it either.

She let them out the back door and they ran off into the darkness.

Okay: go time.

She walked out of her house and locked the door behind her before turning to face Octavian, Joan, and the two cohorts behind them. She also spotted the second cohort in the melee.

Usually she'd just get to the point, but she'd promised ten minutes. Reyna didn't break her promises, even if this was going to be hard.

"Can I help you?" She said. "You're out of bed in the middle of the night, that's worth push ups."

"We're here to complain against the treatment of Romans by Greeks," Octavian declared. The three cohorts behind him cheered- 1, 2 and 4. Reyna saw 3 and 5 peeking out from their barracks; 5 in rage and admirations, 3 in confusion. As long as they stayed quiet and there were no civil battles here…

"Why is that?" Reyna said. "It should be the opposite; especially with the soldier you were to take in Octavian. Don't get me started on you, Joan."

"Piper and Annabeth are taken care of," Joan sneered in such an 'I know I'm victorious' way, Reyna felt disappointed. Children of war should know better.

"Oh yeah?" Reyna said. "Okay…"

She was stumped.

"Okay you explain to me what this mistreatment is." Reyna said.

Octavian stepped up and one of Circe's favourite quotes popped to mind. 'If you want something spoken of, ask a man. If you want something done, ask a woman'. She hadn't thought about that in a while.

"The daughter of Aphrodite was a charmspeaker," Octavian said. "It's a rare ability, but I've been able to pinpoint a daughter in the legion with the power."

"Nelly Hope Olsen." Reyna said.

"Yes," Octavian said. "The Greeks forced Rome into cooperation."

"No," Reyna said. "I know what being charmed is like. And it's nothing like I am right now. Right now I just think that we need to tighten alliances with the Greeks to make sure Gaia doesn't win this war, and I think you should go back to bed. All of you."

A few legionnaires shifted.

"We don't need Greek allies," Joan said. "They were easily defeated."

"Really, Joan?" Reyna said. Here's the thing; Bellona and Mars were married as two war gods. So that made Joan her stepsister, and she was the one Reyna would least like being around. Joann shot her a threatening look that didn't make her flinch.

"Really Reyna." Joan said.

"So you explain that one to me." She said pointing her finger in the direction of New Rome.

Everyone turned around to watch as the Argo II took off in the night. Reyna had to stop herself from smiling. They were gone- they were safe. Or at least from Octavian. But there were other monsters out there…

Octavian turned back to her, his eyes shooting lightning and fulminata deluxe. "You have let our enemies escape," he said.

"I've let innocent allies do their mission," Reyna said. "It's your jobs to check the bodies before proclaiming someone dead!"

"The legion's majority has decreed that you have no more business carrying the title of praetor," Octavian said, waving her aside.

"What a shame," Reyna said. She knew she was going down with the ship- but nobody had said that she couldn't cuss on her way to Davy Jones' locker.

"You may come quietly," Octavian said as Joan motioned for four of the strongest legionnaires to step up. They did. She immediately caught hold of all their identities and strengths and specialties just by a simple look at their posture, or recognising them under their helmets.

Reyna was suddenly filled with an instinct and a hunger for survival and fight- one that had kept her alive a million times. It was something she'd never been able to tone down, and she'd learnt that usually when it showed up –in a battle, on the pirate ship, faced with Polybotes- it was there for a reason and shouldn't be toned down.

"If you attack me, I will fight back, Octavian." Reyna said poising herself.

"We'll see," Joan said as the four legionnaires ganged up on Reyna. She drew a sword and assessed their weapons- they each had a Pilum, sword, and their purgio. Times four- most were bigger and stronger than her. She'd compensate in skill; but she had to make sure she was not disarmed.

The first one came at her and Reyna reacted quicker than his stroke- she managed to land a blow to his sword hand –which weakened it- and then strike the sword too hard at its weakest spot and had it flying out.

She spun around just as time to block Two's sword and she raised her arm to block Three's sword as well- the blade wasn't felt through the length of cotton she had wrapped around her arm. Not getting into bed clothes after practise was paying off tonight.

She pushed Two back and his sword went under the arm holding Three's blade to hit it. She untangled her arms and kicked backwards- from where she'd heard One come back. She must've hit him in the most sensitive point of the male anatomy- because she heard a squeal of pain and a stagger back.

Four took his place and she managed to whack Reyna in the back with the butt of her Pilum. Reyna was bent in two towards the other two, and one of them quickly got behind her, hooking his arms in hers at a painful angle that Reyna didn't register as painful.

He was standing too straight, not solid enough.

She, in turn, hooked her feet around his ankles and threw her weight towards him. He fell back and Reyna rolled and got up, not particularly careful where her feet stepped on. She scooped up his weapons and swung the Pilum in a wide circle to push everyone back. She wasn't panting nearly as much as the legionnaires- but she'd learnt that on the pirate ship. If they didn't think you were tired, and they felt exhausted it discouraged them. It made them more tired. And if you didn't think you were tired; you had a fight. Your mind was a weapon that not even Vulcan could make.

"Stop. You don't believe in what you're fighting for."

Two and Four apparently didn't think so.

They tried to circle Reyna and before Reyna could register a thing, Two behind her moved.

She spun around to face him and just as she started to pivot, she knew it was a trick.

Four charged at her in her back, got her in a bear hug and let her weight drop to the ground, except she whipped Reyna to the side and landed on top of her. This was one of Hylla's favourite wrestling moves- she should be able to get out of this… but Two crushed his weight on her as well and he tied her hands behind her back, yanking her arms violently.

Reyna tried to roll on her back to keep her hands free, but two legionnaires were literally on her and making sure she couldn't move an inch.

With one legionnaire lying across her, another holding her arms while the third one tied them together; Reyna Bell was captured.

Luvseaweedbrain- I was biting my tongue everyone would be like 'what? So Annabeth's not going?' And yes, terms of endearment make me go 'urgh' Thank you :)

DMLIME- I'm sure you are :P Thank you! And I really miss my OC's from that… Hazel and Gwen especially, although Dakota and Bobby and Carmen and I-wish-I'd-done-a-better-job-on-Zane… It's okay, now I'm working on the guys from here :D

Goatlypowers- :D THANKS!

Percy4forever- Perry! We had a PLATYPUS phase at my elementary school thanks to him… I saw plushies at Disney and I wanted to hug each and every single one of them. Read I Am Number Four- you will not regret. ~ MusicReadWrite25- Yeah! I listened to Banana Pancakes again… Anonymous- I want to give you all those chocolate biscotti things my mom's Italian friend gave us! Aww! Thanks, that was sweet and it made me warm and bubbly and happy inside :)

I hate Mary Sue's, man! I always base my characters and find 1 big flaw I can branch things from because no OC of mine will be Mary-Sue!

I miss writing Hazel Ducharme, and writing the dream was one of my favourite things EVER! I actually really like Sammy/Hazel (which is awkward because Frank/Hazel is not hated on my side either), but this time its going to be different. There's a lot more time to it in my next book.

Oh, and if I stop writing, you'll have to buy your plane ticket for RUSSIA because I am sure there's a crazy shack in the middle of the tundra that my friends would send me to if I did. I love my friends :D

Forever scripting, (:D)

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Sorry- *cocks head to one side* Well okay! Sure! Thanks! And I'm pretty okay with flames. I poke them with sticks and make marshmallows: P