"Oh Arcus, goddess of rainbows. Wait. Damn it. Oh Iris, goddess of rainbows, show me Frank Zhang praetor of the twelfth legion at Camp Jupiter," Reyna said. She glanced back at Nico, who gave her a thumbs up. Nico then stepped out of the room.

Reyna watched the mist clear away to form an image of Frank. He was sitting down at his desk and staring down at some paperwork. Reyna studied her fellow praetor for a moment. Considering he was slouched back in his chair and glaring angrily at the table, he was alone and had his door closed. Hopefully.

"Evening," Reyna greeted. Frank looked up in surprise. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked back at the papers on his desk. "I'm still at Camp Half-Blood, so I have been following orders. I can get Nico to show you."

"I believe you," Frank muttered. He didn't sound too happy. Reyna frowned and leaned back in her chair. Frank's evaluation couldn't be going this bad already. Lupa wasn't even there yet, and if the senators were already getting under his skin, he wasn't going to make it through the week. "Did you need something?"

"Just checking in," Reyna said. Frank seemed mad, but she couldn't tell why. "Don't let the Senate bother you too much. They're just trying to get under your skin and make it hard for you focus."

"I know," Frank said. He stood and grabbed a file from the bookcase behind him. Then, he sat back at his desk and focused on the file. Reyna frowned and crossed her arms. "Is there anything else you needed, or did you just want to check in?"

"It's not working to check in, is it?" Reyna questioned. She studied Frank's face. He finally looked up and met her eyes. "What is bothering you so badly?"

Frank looked down and seemed to think about the question. Reyna frowned. It wasn't that hard of a question. If a senator was bothering Frank, he knew that he could rant to Reyna about it. Gods knew that she told her dogs all about the people her bothered her. Frank finally looked up again and spoke, "You."

"My problem is with you," Frank said. Reyna stared at him and raised an eyebrow. She wasn't even there to bother him, and while they did have a small disagreement before she left, Frank should have gotten over it.

"I didn't mean to say that I need a competent praetor at my side," Reyna began. She met Frank's eyes. Part of her wish that she had searched harder for Frank that night. "I do have a good praetor at my side."

"Good. Not competent," Frank muttered. He shook his head. There was a look of hurt in his eyes. Reyna sighed and looked down. Frank really needed to learn how to take criticism and use it to better himself. There was no need for him to take Reyna's words to heart. "Do you insult me to all of the centurions or just your dogs?"

Reyna's eyes shot up in surprise. There may have been a few, well a lot, of times that she talked to her dogs about Frank, but she did that for everyone who annoyed her. It wasn't like Reyna's dogs were magically going to gain vocal cords and tell everyone what Reyna had said about them. It was a way for her to vent, when she couldn't do it to anyone else.

"Frank, let me explain," Reyna said. She vividly remembered being really mad at Frank the night before she went to Camp Half-Blood, and she may have told her dogs about him. There was no one else around though, so how did Frank hear? "Listen."

"No," Frank interrupted. He stood and glared at her. The glare was so piercing that Reyna almost flinched, and she was a little proud. "I need to focus on making sure that I do a good job on this evaluation. I clearly don't have the support of my senior praetor, so I have to try and get the support of the Senate. I'll make sure nothing burns down before you get back."

Reyna tried to protest, but Frank ran a hand though the Iris message. Reyna stared at the wall and put both hands to her face. After taking a few, angry breaths, she grabbed a spare drachma from the table and flung it at the fountain. Reyna then turned and stormed out of the room.

If Frank would just do his damn job, Reyna would have faith in him. She was doing her best to keep Camp Jupiter together. It wasn't easy to have the entire weight of Camp Jupiter on her shoulders, and only her shoulders, for months. Then, she had to get everything back under control after Octavian's little display of power. Instead of Jason coming back or someone experienced stepping up, she was left with Frank.

Reyna didn't mind Frank. He was truly a great guy, but great guys did not make great praetors. Frank didn't have the experience to be a great praetor. He barely had any experience as a centurion for the gods' sake. Reyna stepped out of the Big House.

Normally, she could just go for a walk to the Garden of Bacchus and calm herself down. Instead, she was stuck inside Camp Half-Blood, which didn't have any hills. The only true hill they had was their barrier, and Reyna didn't need anyone to think that she was making a run for it. Reyna sighed and looked at the ground. She started to walk aimlessly.

Why was Frank taking everything so personally? He needed to learn that not everything Reyna said was an insult. She needed to vent too, and she would never talk about Frank to the centurions. One of her rules was to never vent about an equal to someone that was a lower rank.

Didn't Frank understand how difficult it was to teach him everything that he needed to know and also run the camp? It was almost like being by herself again, but now, she could see the person next to her and know that they weren't pulling their weight. Reyna sighed angrily and saw the ground turn from grass to sand.

Reyna slowly walked towards the shore of the beach and sat down. Her gaze focused at the calm sea. Despite not being a child of Neptune, she always felt a connection to the sea. There was many times when the sea would look calm, but a storm was brewing underneath. That was how Reyna felt most of the time.

Being a praetor was a huge responsibility, and Reyna didn't know if Frank was truly up to the task. Sure, he had been one of the seven great heroes, and their story would turn into a legend that would be shared through future generations. This wasn't the future generations though, and no one cared about those stories yet. The heroes would be judged by what they did next.

"The Harpies are going to be out soon," a voice said. Reyna's eyes flickered away from the sea, but she didn't turn her head. She felt someone sit next to her. Reyna sighed and looked down at the sand. Out of the corner of eye, she could see kind eyes staring at her. "We don't want you to be eaten."

Reyna didn't answer. She wasn't in a joking mood. In fact, she wanted to just sink into the sand or sea, whichever would take her, and forget her problems. A sigh left her, and she glanced at Piper. The daughter of Venus watched her quietly.

"We don't have to talk about what's bothering you, but we should get you off the beach soon," Piper said. Reyna shook her head and brought her knees to her chest. She rested her head against her knees and stared out at the sea. "Did something happen at Camp Jupiter?"

"Frank is mad at me," Reyna answered. She sighed and looked back at the sand. "He heard me ranting to Aurum and Argentum about him. I didn't mean any of it though. I just get frustrated and need to get my anger out sometimes. Frank takes everything to heart."

"Frank doesn't even know our history and traditions," Reyna continued. She glared out at the sea. "I don't want him to be able to recite everything off like he's a walking textbook, but he should at least know what celebrations come in the next month and be able to tell probatios a little bit about each of the cohorts."

"Who is suppose to teach him about your history and traditions?" Piper asked. Reyna glanced at her. Piper was using her dagger to draw in the sand and seemed pretty content. Reyna slowly stretched her legs out and laid back in the sand. She stared at the sky.

"The centurions of Frank's cohort should have taught him everything that he needed to know," Reyna finally responded. She stared up at the stars. "Frank should have had a firm knowledge of everything, before he reached the rank of centurion, so he could teach the others in his cohort. That obviously didn't happen."

"Frank was pretty much forced to accept the role of praetor," Piper said. Reyna glanced at the daughter of Venus. She had heard the story before, and it still stung at her heart. Jason lost his way when he went to Camp Half-Blood. He became more Greek than Roman. Would she lose anymore campers that way, once they allowed legionnaires to openly visit Camp Half-Blood? "Frank is trying his best, Reyna."

"Have you been helping him?" Piper asked. Reyna remained silent. "I know I sound like I am just trying to defend a friend, and I know that you don't think a Greek would know anything about being a praetor. Maybe, you can teach Frank what he needs to know or just understand that he is trying to do his best in a position that was thrust upon him."

"Frank has told us before that he feels overwhelmed," Piper continued. "He can't ask the other senators or centurions for help. They would probably just find him undeserving of his position and wouldn't listen to him. The one person who should be helping him is mocking him, even if it's just to her dogs."

Reyna closed her eyes and didn't respond. Piper was right, Of course, the daughter of Venus was right. Reyna should have been helping Frank, but she was so frustrated with everything and taking it out on Frank. He was trying his best, and it would take time. Reyna didn't feel comfortable in her position as centurion when she was first promoted, and the senior centurion was a great help to her. He greatly prepared her to lead her cohort and eventually the whole legion.

"We should probably get back to our cabins," Piper said softly. Reyna heard the sound of Piper standing and slowly opened her eyes. The daughter of Venus offered a hand, and after a moment, Reyna took it. She was helped to her feet but still didn't say a word.

Piper glanced at her and then started to walk towards the cabins. Reyna slowly followed after Piper. Truthfully, she felt terrible. How could she be so wrapped up in her problems that she didn't realize how Frank was feeling? Reyna was the one person that he should have been able to vent to and look up to. Instead, she had been a total bitch to him.

How was she even going to begin to make up to Frank? The first thing would be an apology, but she would also have to stand back and examine the entire approach that she took with Frank. He clearly reached his breaking point with her earlier, and honestly, Reyna didn't blame him.

As they walked past the Big House, Reyna glanced at it. She could send him a message now, but he probably needed time to calm down. She needed time to think of a proper apology. Reyna made a promise to herself to send Frank an Iris message first thing in the morning. Reyna's eyes moved back towards the daughter of Venus.

"Piper," Reyna said. Piper turned towards her. Reyna looked down. "Thank you."

"Anytime," Piper promised. With those words, she turned and hurried towards her cabin. Since Piper was hurrying and there was an odd cackling behind her, Reyna figured it was time to get into a cabin. The last thing that she wanted to do was be eaten by Harpies. If she did get eaten, who would teach Frank to be a proper praetor? Percy? Gods no. Jason? Over her dead body.