Oh yeah, two chapters in one day!

Sorry, this one is a little confusing, but we learned about sequencing in English before I break and I noticed how one technique is when stuff is kind of out of order, so I'm going to try it.

You guys get to be my guinea pigs. Yay(:

If it really makes zero sense, I'll switch it, but I figured you guys might want a chapter.

Reyna

Reyna was ready to stick a spear through Octavian's manly parts. He was the most annoying little pest she has ever had to deal with. She was at the point where when she got a free moment she was going to pray to Hecate and have her turn him into Pinocchio and have Aurum and Argentum make a meal of him.

That would be beneficial to everyone because then she wouldn't be in this mess. They were stationed just outside Manhattan, preparing for their attack on the Greeks. Octavian was walking around, taking control and giving orders to everyone. People were hanging onto every word he said as if it were their last breath. The only people not listening to him was her, Gwen, Dakota, and the fifth cohort. Reyna had managed to convince them that Octavian was leading them into mayhem, but he was expecting that. She discovered that he had his lackeys had captured them after she got back from her talk with Annabeth.

She was really counting on the daughter of Athena finding the statue, but Reyna had heard some awful news. She was scouting the borders of the Camp on her own one night, trying to catch someone's attention to warn them about their invasion and that there was nothing she could do, but she was sidetracked.

There was a centaur, Chiron, and he was talking to a big crowd of demigods. He had tears in his eyes and his voice was shaking.

"...I regret to inform you that Annabeth Chase was killed... Percy is undoubtedly...alone in Tartarus." The voice was muffled since she was trying to listen ten feet away from a window. Reyna covered her mouth with her hand to conceal her gasp.

But that was a week ago. Now, she was currently sitting in a holding cell twiddling her thumbs while her camp was being taken over by a modern day Hitler.

Reyna had discreetly tried to talk Octavian out of invading the camp. The next morning, he managed to convince the Camp that she was a spy for the Greeks and she had been overthrown. She was to be executed for treason in the morning. Reyna checked her watch. Two hours.

Reyna slumped against the wall some more. She was stuck. No one would listen to her. She didn't want to attack the Greeks. She did at first, but then she came to her senses. If they attacked the Greeks then they wouldn't have an ally. If they didn't have an ally then they would lose this war against Gaea.

She needed a brainiac on her side and she hated to admit it, but the only brainiac she trusted at the moment was Annabeth. But she was dead. Percy or Jason would due as well, but Percy was in Tartarus and everyone thought Jason was a spy as well. Granted, she wasn't keen on seeing Jason at the moment, but she couldn't afford to be picky.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps. They weren't the footsteps of the guard she was familiar with. They were lighter with a slight click. Reyna recognized them as high heels. It was a woman. Unless there was a cross-dresser in the camp she wasn't aware of.

Reyna crawled over to the window of her cell-er...classroom. Since it was summer, they were able to convert a nearby school into a base camp. She was in what seemed to be a math classroom. She had managed to make a make-shift bed out of desks and chairs.

She looked through the window to see a woman making her way down the hall. She didn't recognize her, save her eyes. They were a startling gray. Reyna guessed she was a daughter of Athena, hoping she would be as friendly to her as Annabeth was.

The door handle wiggled, she was trying to get in.

"It's locked," Reyna said through the glass. The woman only smiled. The handle started to glow a bright red. Instinctively, Reyna stepped back. She stumbled, but, thankfully, she didn't fall and make a complete fool of herself. But, at this point, it didn't really matter, she thought bitterly. The door swung open with such force that it would have knocked Reyna out if she didn't step back.

"Hello," She greeted, keeping her voice strong. She went through her mental checklist. Squared shoulders? Check. Non-wavering gaze? Check. Clear throat? Check. Mouth set? Check. Standing tall? Check.

The woman smiled. "Hello, Reyna. I hear you're about to be executed."

"Well, I can assure you it is under false pretenses. Now, who are you?" She demanded.

"I'm the one who found the statue and am now going to use it to restore my heritage," She snarled.

"You mean you're the one who stole the statue and are now going to use it to lie?" Said a voice Reyna wasn't expecting to ever hear again.

Annabeth Chase stood before her in the doorway. She was leaning up against the door jam, twirling a key in between her fingers. She had bandages all over her, including a long one on her forehead. It took everything inside Reyna not to smile.

Something flashed in the woman's eyes. She turned, an outraged look etched on her face.

"What are you doing here?" She demanded.

"I'm here to get my statue back," Annabeth snorted, "And save Reyna," She added.

The woman put on her smile again. "Well, you aren't going to get the statue, that's for sure."

"And if I say I already have it?" Annabeth taunted, a satisfactory smile on her face. Reyna could tell she was bluffing, but she didn't say anything. If this woman believed her, Reyna certainly wasn't going to tell the truth. They needed the Greeks as allies and if the statue falls into the wrong hands, then they were screwed.

The woman's smile faltered a bit. "How?"

Annabeth smiled and so did Reyna. She was buying it. "I have a few connections, just like you do. Plus, you flew off on a giant dragon with a sixty foot tall statue. It wasn't very hard to track you."

The woman paled. She stared Annabeth in the eye and for a second, Reyna felt like she was looking at a mirrored image of Annabeth's eyes. They looked almost identical, but the illusion was faltered when the woman tore her gaze away and left the room. Annabeth turned to Reyna.

"How are you not dead?" Reyna asked once the strange woman was gone. Annabeth eyed her suspiciously.

"It's a long story."

"Well, what are you doing here?" Reyna tried.

"Another long story," Annabeth sighed while propping herself up on a desk. She continued to stare at Reyna.

"Well, are you going to tell me or are you just going to stare at me?" Reyna demanded. Annabeth smiled.

"I don't exactly have all day, you know. I'm on death row," Reyna said icily. Annabeth's smile widened.

"Well, I already am, didn't you hear?" Annabeth said knowingly. Reyna nodded cautiously.

"I did. Why is that a good thing?" She asked, backing away when Annabeth started towards her.

"Because, I have a plan," Annabeth said with a wicked grin on her face. Reyna wasn't entirely sure if this was a good thing or not.