Author's Note: I figured I shouldn't keep you in suspense for too long after Chapter Three. So here's Chapter Four. It's a bit of a filler chapter containing Reyna's musings.
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Chapter Four
Reyna got there just in the nick of time.
If she had gotten there a minute later, her repair boy would've been sleeping with Cerberus.
She ran as faster than she ever had: even more than when her and her sister were running from Circe's Island. She didn't stop to think that Octavian or one of the other soldiers might kill her first. She didn't think about not getting there in time. She just ran. Leo's life depended on it.
She grabbed Octavian's gladius before he could slit Leo's throat. She took a look at the unconscious, nearly dead demigod at her feet, and she almost slit Octavian's.
She held back tears of anger and sorrow and glared at the augur standing in front of her. She found four Greek demigods, three Roman, and a fa-satyr, all half-dead, lying around her feet. She couldn't control her fury. She knew that her legionnaires were about to kill the children of prophecy at Octavian's orders.
When she screamed to stop, the warriors all stood at attention and sheathed their swords. She writhed with anger.
"What are you doing, Praetor? We had them!" Octavian protested, obviously a bit flustered.
Reyna looked at him coldly. Her stare was terrifying; he was sure that Jupiter himself would tremble underneath her gaze. She responded, her voice like ice, "You all had clear orders not to kill any of them. Had I gotten here any later, they'd all be lying dead at my feet rather than simply unconscious. Do not think this will go unnoticed. You all will be punished. Now, help me carry them. We have to get them back to New Rome. We have to get them there soon."
They all obeyed immediately, fearing the fierce daughter of war. She was vicious.
Reyna had waited for a long time. Six days and nine hours she spent waiting for the heroes to wake up. None of them had yet to. She was worried. She was exhausted—she had barely gotten any shut eye since the Argo II's capture in Atlanta.
She was worried that the Greek heroes were in comas. They had been wounded badly and it's uncommon for anyone to be unconscious for so long after Camp Jupiter's expert healers took a look at them.
So she waited. She waited for her Golden Boy, his girlfriend, her Hero, his girlfriend, her two legionnaires, and her Repair Boy. Every waking moment was torture and anxiety. She couldn't help but fear for the worst.
Of course, she could barely contain her excitement when Leo woke up before her.