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Disclaimer for whole story: I did not put Percabeth into Tartarus; therefore I do not own HoH, KC, or PJO. Only Rick Riordan. Huh.

Hazel had brought me to a house, I think. She explained to me that this was where the two praetors had there meetings. She was supposed to meet them before our collision, but, what can I say, 'Oops?' Hazel knocked on the door. "Who is it?" A male teenager, but sounded unsure of himself. "It's me, Frank." Then realization dawned her and she whispered to me, "Gods, I forgot it. When they call you in, go inside. Tell I'll be back." And with that, she was off.

I had no idea what was going but it just got really weird when I heard the voices from inside. "Hazel!" Frank seemed to knock a chair or something over and I literally could see his relieved face from behind the door. A female voice chided him.

"Praetor Zhang, you should know better by now. In front of Hazel, please act dignified and control your hormones."

She sighed and I had to stifle a laugh when a burly Chinese dude opened the door and looked down at me, blushing hard. I couldn't help it; I rolled on the floor, almost dying from laughter. Too bad this guy was a bit too embarrassed. His backpack morphed into a bow and a quiver full of arrows and he aimed one right at my face.

"Reyna, we have a Cyclops in disguise," he called behind his back. Reyna stood from the table and I was too shocked to argue I wasn't a Siclod or whatever he said. But my brain was molded into one of a warrior's. Quick as lightning, I was up and my necklace I realized I had on my neck just now been broke into two equal halves in each of my hand. It morphed into twin blades, the gold blade in my right and the silver in my left aimed at Frank's face and heart. But something told me this wasn't my weapon. Reyna cursed and with a swipe of her hand, two gold and silver greyhounds bounded from behind her, and they aimed for me. Great.

Hazel took that moment to return, pocketing something and smiling.

"Hey Verity," she called, "what do you-"

Then she took in what was happening and seemed to bite back a curse. "Verity!"

Frank dropped his weapon and started to call the greyhounds off. Too late, their paws were at my face. Hazel used her hands and slammed them down, and the dogs followed. Like my hands were ued to this, I touched the tips of the blades to each other and they turned back into a necklace, which I put back on. Reyna was behind Frank now, and I studied her closely.

Her black hair was in a braid, over her right shoulder. She had a purple cloak, which seemed to be woven with some strands of gold. She also had a shirt like Hazel's and long jeans. Her volcano-like black eyes looked alert and calculating. I could see how she was a praetor.

Frank was ripped. He was at least six feet and three inches and I'm pretty sure the fact my head barely grazed his shoulders didn't make me that tall. His purple shirt was ready to rip (pun intention) and his jeans was no better. His military buzz cut made him seem stern but his warm brown eyes told me was a bit insecure but a loyal friend.

Hazel was our mediator, and she struggled to pick the right words for me. I decided to help her.

"Hello, I am an amnesiac girl who named herself Verity, which in Latin means 'truth.' I literally bumped into Hazel and she told me the basics about your camp. Let me tell you, since you aimed your loaded bow at me, I only used my necklace as defense. By the way, my necklace is not my weapon. Something just tells me it's not my weapon," I said, holding out my hand. After two heartbeats, Reyna shook my hand.

"I am Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano, daughter of Bellona, goddess of war," she stated. When our fingers touched, it was like somebody had put a hot iron between us and we retracted out hands. Frank got the idea and introduced himself verbally.

"I am Frank Zhang, son of Mars." The introductions were short but it made it soon led way to the praetors explaining the camp. (Though when I looked at Frank, I bit back a smile and Frank blushed, while Hazel looked at us weirdly.)

Reyna analyzed me, and I felt a bit worried. "Uh, Reyna? Whatcha doing?"

Reyna looked at me in the eyes and I felt like cowering; I never thought of black or brown as scary but Reyna's was petrifying.

"You said you have amnesia. From your height and appearance, you look roughly 13, maybe 14, like Hazel. I see a long scar extending from your right eyebrow to the bottom of your eye. Any memory of how it happened? Do you have any memory on anything?"

I strained my brain, looking for facts. I got a vague vision of something scratching me. I see a boy, maybe 14 or 15, tending to me. The only thing I gleaned from that was his eyes. Gray, green, and blue literally swirled around in a pattern. Even though his eyes looked bloodshot, he had a mischievous gleam in those beautiful eyes.

"Something scratched me," I admitted. "But the only thing I see is swirling gray, green, and blue, eyes. His name… Rex." I clutched my head. It was like the more things I remembered, pain would punish me for trying to remember. Frank got me a piece of golden square, about the size of a brownie.

"Just one bite," he told me. Through the agony, I tried to roll my eyes and took a teeny tiny bite. The taste of chocolate filled my mouth and I almost took another bite. Frank slapped my hand.

"Ow!" I complained. "What was that for?"

"Ambrosia is good for demigods but too much of it can combust us." Well, the pain did go away so I decided not to argue with him.

Reyna continued to think over the information I told her but got nothing. The four of us kept on talking. Soon, I felt like I was in this camp forever. Good news, we were talking so much two hours had passed and it was lunch time.

Hazel frowned. "Wait, doesn't she have to sit with her cohort?" I don't even know what she was even saying but apparently, Reyna and Frank understood because they glanced at me. I felt vulnerable and I flinched when Reyna commanded," After lunch, we'll see she can prove her worth. If not, I doubt even the Fifth Cohort will want her."

I don't know what freaked me out more- the fact that Frank had an evil look in his eyes or that Reyna was talking to me like I was trash. Whatever it was, I'm pretty sure I had to fight, Roman style.

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QOTC: What are the names of Reyna's greyhounds and who's who?

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