Reyna only made it down the hallway before Wynris grabbed her. He gently pulled her towards a room. She looked around but couldn't make out any features of the room. Wynris grabbed her face.
"You can't even walk," Wynris began. He sat her down and grabbed a canteen. Reyna tried to push his arm away, but she wasn't strong enough to do anything. Through the grime and dirt on his arm, she could see a tattoo.
Reyna stared at it. The tattoo had two crossed swords that rested on a shield. There was no tally marks though. Reyna spoke, "What is that?"
"The mark of my father," Wynris answered. "You are the champion of him."
"Quirinus is your father?" Reyna questioned. She stared up at him. As she received a nod, Reyna slowly grabbed the canteen and took a drink. Some of her pain melted away.
They both stayed there in silence. Reyna was trying to ignore the horrible pain in her chest. All she could remember was the feeling of fire in her veins. Panic built up inside.
She couldn't even describe the pain, but she never wanted to remember it again. A hand grabbed her arm. Reyna slowly looked up. She tried wiping some of the blood from her eyes, but it didn't help much.
Wynris handed Reyna a duffel bag. She opened it to see her weapons and armor along with a shirt. Then, Wynris grabbed a handful of bandages.
"We need to talk to Iris," Reyna began. Wynris shook his head. He handed the bandages to her and pulled out another canteen. This one had water in it.
Wynris gently poured the canteen onto her face. Reyna slowly wiped the blood from her face. After that, Wynris walked out.
Reyna closed her eyes. She finally stood and pulled off her bloody and torn shirt. It took time for her to bandage the chest wound and stop her other wounds from bleeding. She painfully put the clean shirt on.
After that, Reyna dressed in her armor. She grabbed her helmet and stared at it. There was no way they were going to escape the prison without divine help. Reyna lowered the helmet as she ran a finger over it.
"Quirinus, I need your help," Reyna whispered. As nothing happened, she lowered the helmet and sighed. Someone clear their throat. Reyna turned quickly. She forced herself to a knee.
"It has been some time," Quirinus said. He helped her stand. "What do you want?"
"We need help," Reyna answered. "Hank and Larry can't lead the Romans out of this camp. They don't have the respect in battle to keep everyone from running. I can barely walk two feet without terrible pain, and they won't let me do anything to help."
Quirinus watched her for a long time. He finally spoke, "What is your offer?"
"The helmet that belonged to Hannibal Barca. It's legacy is something that only you deserve," Reyna responded. She held it out to him. "Please. We need all the help we can get."
Quirinus studied her and finally sighed. He took the helmet and placed two fingers to Reyna's temple. She stared but felt nothing different.
"There," Quirinus said. "That will fair you well in battle."
"Thank you," Reyna said after a moment. She felt no different. Reyna turned away as Quirinus disappeared. That was disappointing.
Reyna stepped out of the room and looked for Wynris. He was keeping a lookout. When his eyes focused on Reyna, he motioned for her to follow.
The two of them walked down a long hallway. Reyna found that most of her pain disappeared as she walked. She spoke, "How do you have the tattoo?"
"My father gave it to me as a reminder that I was warrior," Wynris responded. "We are not so different Roman."
"How do we get out of here?" Reyna questioned after a moment. "There's no way we can hold out here. It would take too long for the others to get here."
"You still want to break out," Wynris muttered. Reyna nodded. It was the only plan she had. "How do you know Metis won't have a plan to counter it?"
"I don't," Reyna answered. She rubbed her forehead. They stopped outside a door that had two guards. Both nodded to Wynris and stepped aside.
Reyna walked into the room. Her eyes focused on Iris. The goddess was in the middle on the room and on her knees. Her arms were in front of her in golden chains.
Reyna hurried towards the goddess. She unsheathed her sword and cut the restraints. Iris slowly looked up at her and spoke, "Reaper."
"I need an Iris message," Reyna began. "I need to send it to my sister, so we can bust everyone out."
"Do you not know the terms that Zeus has sent out?" Iris questioned. She slowly stood and stumbled. When Reyna went to help steady her, the goddess pulled away. "Anyone who helps you will face severe punishment."
"This isn't helping me," Reyna argued. "This is about sending a message to save all of the Greeks, Romans, and Hunters here. I'll go get someone else, so they can ask you to send the message. You have to help though."
"Helping them means helping you," Iris stated. Reyna stared at her. She tried to speak, but her voice wouldn't work. This couldn't be happening.
"Please," Reyna whispered.
"This is a battle that immortals will not interfere in. I am sorry," Iris said. She placed a hand on Reyna's shoulder. "I wish I could help."
Reyna pulled away from the goddess. She turned away and stormed out of the room. Reyna had saved all of their lives when she defeated Ouranos. It was always like that though. They wouldn't help her no matter what she did to help them.
Reyna made her way back to the cells. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. All she could do was stay focused on the task at hand.
The daughter of Bellona walked right for Annabeth who looked up at her in surprise. Reyna spoke, "The Iris message isn't going to happen."
"Why?" Annabeth questioned. Reyna shook her head and looked at the ground. How could she admit that she was the reason they wouldn't get backup? Annabeth would hate her even more.
"It's because no one trusts a traitor," Hank said. Reyna turned towards him and glared angrily. Larry stood by Hank's side. They were more than happy to get rid of her by exiling her.
"We shouldn't even be talking to her," Larry commented. He crossed his arms. The two Romans had no bruises or cuts on them. Everyone else looked like they had been beaten. Anger tore through Reyna's chest.
"You two complied with everything they wanted," Reyna said. "You were their little bitches, so you were left untouched. Are you really going to call me the traitor?"
"Shut up," Hank snapped. "You shouldn't even be allowed to speak. If it was possible, you would be killed for killing your father."
"I was protecting my sister," Reyna yelled. She knew that she had caught everyone's attention, but it didn't matter. The death of her father was not her fault.
"I thought she was dead, and I reacted. My father was not himself. He was a mania! I was protecting my sister because she is family. I will do anything to protect my family," Reyna said. She looked around at the Romans.
"We need to fight our way out. They won't suspect it. We have fifty barbarians that have weapons. They kill the other guards, so there is some weapons for us," Reyna began. She had to convince them.
"We are not going to listen to an exile," Larry said. Reyna looked at him. She wouldn't allow Larry to lead everyone to their deaths.
Reyna looked around at the Romans and spoke, "We have to fight out of here. If we do that, there is a chance for survival."
Reyna didn't wait to see their reaction. She turned towards Wynris and started to follow him away. Annabeth grabbed her arm.
"What's your plan?" Annabeth asked. Reyna looked at her. They both stared at each other for a moment. Annabeth gave her a small nod.
"We take any able fighter and commit to a surprise attack," Reyna answered. "There won't be that many barbarians awake. We do anything necessary."
Reyna felt a terrible spike of pain in her arm. She stumbled and gripped her arm. It hurt terribly. Annabeth glanced at her in surprise.
"What's wrong?" Annabeth whispered.
"I don't know," Reyna whispered back. She didn't dare take off her armor to see her tattoo. All she could do was ignore it.
"We need to plan this out," Annabeth began. She looked at Hank and Larry. "Are you two coming?"
"We're staying," Hank answered. Reyna shook her head angrily. They couldn't afford it. "You don't have a voice in this."
"They will die because of you," Reyna protested. She heard three pair of footsteps behind her. Reyna turned and stared at three Hunters.
"A lot of people die because of you," one of the Hunters snapped. Reyna didn't even look at them. Her mind was remembering the Hunters she had killed. Someone shoved her.
"You can beat the crap out of me later," Reyna muttered. "I did what I thought was best."
"It wasn't," a Hunter snapped. She punched Reyna hard in the face. Reyna fell back and felt the scar on her lip reopen. She placed a hand to her lip.
"Stop!" Annabeth yelled. "We can't afford to be divided. We must work together."
Reyna placed a hand to her lip. She stood and looked at the Hunters. They glared at her hatefully. That was okay though. They should hate her.
"If we ever see you after this, you're dead," one of the Hunters promised. They motioned for Annabeth to follow them. Reyna stared at the ground and sighed.
Hank shoved past her to follow the others. Reyna sighed and walked towards Wynris. He was whispering frantically to one of his Huns. Reyna spoke, "What's wrong?"
"We have a big problem," Wynris answered. Reyna wanted to tell him they had a lot of problems. She focused on Wynris and waited. The barbarian sighed tiredly. "Thoon is here."
"The giant?" Reyna asked. Wynris nodded. "Thoon. The giant that is destined to kill the Fates is here. I thought he died."
"He was cast back into Tartarus, but the killing blow was not between a god and a demigod. He has been alive and gathering strength," Wynris answered. "And, that's not the worst part. He is looking for you."