A/N thank you so, so much for the reviews! They motivated me to continue this story... I was planning to make this just a one-shot. It's still going to be pretty short, though. This chapter was a little rushed but oh well. I hope you all are staying safe!

DREAMS WEREN'T usually something Reyna looked forward to, but tonight, she hoped to receive some answers. She had zero ideas about how they got here - why they were here because surely everything happens for a reason - and most importantly, where the Athena Parthenos was.

To her disappointment, dream quality tonight was terrible and she couldn't figure out a thing.

She reached out her hand, trying to touch the bubbles that were somehow floating around her. To her surprise, the bubble stayed intact and she pulled it closer, peering into it until she was in the bubble altogether. Huh? What was happening?

There were blood and colorful sparks and people in purple and orange shirts and people holding sticks and a brown-haired boy with a girl in a green skirt and everything was just, so. So. Confusing. She gasped and jolted to a sitting position on her bed, putting a hand to her temples.

To make matters (and her mood) even worse, Hermione and Ginny burst through the door, faces shining with excitement, anxiousness, and curiosity.

"We know who you work for," Hermione said, holding her gaze.

"And?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Rome," Hermione stated, pointing to her tattoo. "Roman demigods."

"Do you have any idea what you are insinuating?" Reyna narrowed her eyes.

"It makes sense - your tattoo, you're working for demigods - the war, Greek against Roman - and I'm guessing the evil being is Hades."

"One and a half out of three." Reyna's gaze seemed to bore into Hermione as she walked out of the room, "And I have nothing to explain to you."

NICO WAS sleepy. Tired. And he still felt like something was just plain wrong with this place - or was that feeling about someone who lived here? He yawned and let himself doze off for a moment, before waking up again to find a stick pointed at his nose.

" 'M the Ghost King." He mumbled, before flopping down on the couch to start snoring again.

"Drained you that much, huh?" Moody growled, before jabbing the stick at his face again. "I need answers, and you're going to tell me the truth."

"Or what?"

Moody continued to point his stick threateningly at him, and Nico realized what he meant. A bubble of laughter escaped his mouth.

"That supposed to be a wand?" He asked in his half-asleep, half-awake state.

Moody sighed. "Still delirious. Next time, boy, next time."

Once Moody had left, the boy sat up and sighed as Reyna walked into the room. "Any dreams?"

"No - well, yes.." She took a seat, frowning as she launched into an explanation about her weird dream she had.

"I was in a huge room, I think," she recalled, fiddling with her ring as she talked. "I'm not sure. And some bubbles had images inside of them, floating all around me - and the worrying thing is, there was so much blood." She closed her eyes, trying to rid her mind of the image that kept on floating around in her mind - Gaia rising over Camp Half-Blood. Frank, caught in the middle of an explosion. Percy and Annabeth, in the clutches of Gaia's sons and daughters.

"Also," she added as an afterthought, looking at Nico straight in the eye, "These guys are onto us."

Nico stared back at her disbelievingly. "What!?"

"Two of the girls asked me earlier about their theories," Reyna exhaled. She'd been so scared then, but she refused to let it show. What if, by any chance, these people discovered who they were? What if they had allies in America that could take them down at any moment? She was confident that the Twelfth Legion and Camp Half-Blood wouldn't yield easily, but how would they be able to tell, with Octavian and whatnot going on right now? "Our lives - and this situation - is messed up."

"There's nothing we can do about it," Nico shook his head, ignoring the thoughts in his head. If he hadn't been born a demigod... maybe he would've had a chance at a happily ever after. "It's okay, we're fine, and Coach Hedge is still enthusiastic about violent ideas, so everything is normal. It's got to be."

REYNA TOOK a sip out of her bowl of soup, which, she had to admit, was fairly tasty - but there was a weird taste she couldn't pinpoint in the midst of all that warmth, and she ignored it and continued eating her dinner.

"So," Moody huffed, leaning back in his chair, "demigods. Explain."

"They're not demigods," Coach Hedge said a bit too quickly, and Moody narrowed his eyes, obviously unconvinced.

"So the Greco-Roman myths - they're all real?" Hermione asked excitedly, eyes practically shining.

"Yes," Reyna admitted reluctantly. There was no point in keeping that a secret now since they'd already figured it out for themselves.

"And you lot are...?" Tonks raised an eyebrow.

"People," Nico replied, meeting her eyes with an equally challenging look, "whose business has nothing to do with you."

"Keeping our organization and people safe is every bit of our business. Merlin's beard, it's our mission!" Harry snapped.

"Well, so is ours," Nico said quietly, "I don't suppose you'd understand our situation. And neither do we yours - let's just keep two entirely different groups apart, let us go and everything will be fine."

"Wait," Hermione's eyes darted to Reyna's bowl of soup, which by now, was half-empty, "What is this fight you mentioned? Who are you, exactly?"

"I said, no," Nico stood up, his chair falling to the floor with a clatter. "You and I both have secrets you know - "

"The war," Reyna blurted out, then covered her mouth with her hand.

The Order all looked at the girl, aghast, and then came multiple questions.

"War? What war?'

"Answer the second question."

"What are kids doing in a full-blown war?"

Nobody noticed the temperature drop.

Nor the cracks that had started appearing in the ground.

It was only when the darkness came out of the corners in the room that Harry noticed the change in the room. "Professor Moody!" He yelled, straining to be heard over the chatter, "The floor - the shadows - "

The members all looked around, confused by the warning and panic in Harry's voice. Their answer came seconds later.

"What did you give her?" Nico's voice was dangerously calm. It was at these moments, Coach Hedge thought, that Nico bore the strongest resemblance to his dad. The calm before the storm; the moments before all Hades broke loose; he could feel it in the air now, as nobody dared to make a sound.

"I'll only ask this one more time: What. Did. You. Give her?"

"Veritaserum," Hermione told him quickly, sighing with relief as the shadows crept back into the corners, "It's only a truth potion - nothing harmful, I promise."

"And you were planning to force the truth out of us?" Nico glared at them as most of the Order flinched, already feeling guilty for doing that to a teenager who had done them no wrong - yet. Harry reminded himself, it's only a yet. Who knows what they could've done?

NICO SIGHED. It had been three days at this house now - and they still didn't know how to leave and who these people were.

No use trying to sneak out in the middle of the night. According to those people, wards had been set up at the front door; and there was also the fact that the Athena Parthenos was missing.

Shadow-travelling? They were almost out of healing supplies, and Reyna and Coach didn't want to risk it.

Stick People: 1 Demigods: 0

Bored, he picked up the newspaper that looked new, which was sitting on the table randomly; he squinted, his dyslexia preventing him to read properly for a second. When he managed to, however, he almost wished he hadn't.

Reyna looked up in surprise as Nico skidded around the corner, holding up the newspaper for her and Coach to read.

Her eyes widened.

"Impossible," she whispered.

Nico shook his head frantically as if this was all a dream and he was trying to wake up, "It's 1995. We traveled back in time."