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That stupid book.

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Chapter 3

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She stared at the battle map on her table in her, next to her beloved (and new) pack of jellybeans.

"Praetor Reyna, remember the spy we sent to the mountain yesterday?" HE scared her, but she turned around. No, she did not, but she nodded anyways.

"I take that it was successful" She said.

"Yes, and, well, it turns out the thing surrounding the mountain is the mist."

"Really? Like The Mist?"

"Yes." Replied Bobby.

"That's good news then,"

"Yes, but that's not it. There's only one way in, and one way out. It's the front entrance. Brady – who was the spy – sketched it out."

Bobby pointed to the rough sketch and said, "there are Greek columns in the interior, and the ceiling's really tall, which means that the door is too." He pointed to the big square on the paper, "We can have Jason flying in with two people when the enemy is distracted with the frontal assault and he and the person can deal with the titans, or he could fly one person over and over so there would be a group dealing with the titans. Do you agree Praetor Reyna?"

That was what happened for the rest of the day, discussing strategies and weaknesses in the castle. Boring senate meetings where Octavian kept on interrupting with his "auguries" which meant basically vetoing any idea that he didn't like.

She barely remembered the to-do list.

She barely saw her co-praetor too, mostly because she was too caught up to notice him. After that, she polished and sharpened her weapons, (there goes her no-violence rule) and brutally attacked her tree in her garden with newly polished and sharpened weapons.

She checked her will for any mistakes, or things that could confuse people when finally, Jason interrupted her busy day.

"You do know you're working too hard, right?" said Jason.

"Nope." She replied, "But what do you expect? There is going to be a war tomorrow, and I'm not going to fret over my work levels."

She looked up and saw him leaning against the doorframe, or whatever people called ancient roman-styled doorframes.

There was a beat of silence, then she said, "What do you want Grace?"

"You need a break."

She was in the middle of no – her usual response - but she remembered that she promised herself that she was going to take an hour off – that morning break was something she did every morning – so she accepted, after checking that it was 5 o'clock which meant after that was dinner.

"Fine." She said, in what she hoped what was a reluctant voice.

Jason raised his eyebrows. It wasn't everyday she accepted an invitation of his to 'chillax'.

That was when her day had really started.

She was on the couch, finishing up the latin version of the fault in our stars with her legs on the arm of the sofa, and Jason was on the floor next to her (Reyna pushed him off the couch so she could sit there) experimenting with his weird and freaky electricity powers, which meant he was trying to get something to float without touching it. It failed, obviously.

Then she started sobbing (without crying, which kind of defeats the purpose of sobbing) once she got to the sad part.

They were the sort that were gut wrenching, and heart-breaking, so it wasn't surprising that Jason poked her in the stomach (he knew she was ticklish there) and asked what was wrong.

"It's just – THE FEELS!"

She clutched the book on top of her chest and curled up around it.

"Calm down, crazy person," said Jason, trying to get her to stop crying, but to no avail.

All she did was (dry) cry even harder.

Eventually, she stopped. (daughters of war didn't cry much, even if it was fake) and finished the darn book. She threw it against the wall in frustration then kissed it. Then she put it on the floor and stamped her (bare) foot on it. Over and over again.

She picked it up, and miraculously, it wasn't damaged in the slightest way at all. Then she threw it against the wall, and repeated the process. In the middle of stamping her foot, Jason pinned both her arms behind her back.

In a normal situation, that would've never happened, but in this situation, she wasn't trying to escape. She was just trying to damage the book like how it... it damaged her heart.

"It's dinner." Said Jason matter-of-factly.

"Okay. Let's go then." She turned around and put a step forward until a thought came to her mind, and she stamped on the book one last time, then she left.

3 down, two to go.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything besides the plot.

AN:

Sorry for the wait, but I've been working on three other projects. But this chapter's long than normal, so I hope it makes up for it. :)

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