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After the Second Prophecy
Chapter Five: Teardrops on My Guitar
The Dining Room was in a flurry of excitement. Everyone was talking about the arai, sharing tales and ogling over injuries.
Reyna, Calypso and the Seven sat at the Praetor's table. Reyna's gut twisted whenever Jason and Piper kissed. Seriously, was her crush on Jason that bad?
Yes, her crush on Jason is that bad.
Reyna gave announcements: Today's arai attack was very bad, but at least none of us are dead. Always arm yourselves, and never let your guard down. Stay safe and don't do anything reckless. Leaving to Camp Half-Blood will be tomorrow. Have a good-night and all lights will be turned off at nine PM.
If anyone didn't know better, Reyna might sound like a bothersome mother.
Frank's speech was somewhat more interesting: Today's arai attack is very severe, but don't worry! We'll prepare magic boundaries.
Frank talked about the construction, cracked a few lame jokes and sat down.
Reyna didn't want to be mean, but some of Frank's jokes were seriously lame. For example:
1: Why do Enceladus hate satyrs? Because satyrs eat Enchiladas! (This caused quite an argument between satyrs and fauns. "Why isn't it 'Why do Enceladus hate fauns?' We eat Enchiladas too!")
2:Who are the stars of Madagascar 2? Lemures!
3: What does Porphyrion fear? Porpoises! Porphyrion can be mispronounced as 'Porpoise fear'! Get it?
(Some of the jokes are sort of borrowed from Rick Riordan, just to let you know)
Even though the jokes are kind of... lame, it eased the tension and everyone was laughing like crazy. Annabeth had to perform the Hiemlich maneuver to Percy, which not only dislodged the chunk of blueberry pie but six slices of pepperoni pizza as well.
A total of seven Hiemlich Maneuvers and ten thousand choking people were counted.
Once dinner was over, the campers trooped to the Fields of Mars for a campfire sing-along. Seriously, the Fields of Mars was once created for War Games. Now, it was a sing-along place.
Reyna sat by the fire and enjoyed the pleasant heat from the flames. The flames turned from red to orange to gold, flying higher and higher, spraying sparks into the dark night air.
The Romans didn't really know how to sing Greek songs, and the Greeks didn't really know how to sing Latin songs. In the end, they compromised ended up singing Greek and Latin songs.
In the end, the Romans and Greeks tried to out-sing each other, yelling at the top of their lungs. Reyna clapped her fists over her ears, but it didn't really help. What the heck, the camp sounded like a mixture of wild animals screaming in pain.
Oh well, in a way, they were.
After ten minutes of hollering, both camps slumped down, exhausted. When Hazel rolled in a cart of lemon tea, it was practically a riot.
Someone started singing Teardrops on My Guitar by Taylor Swift, and that is without a doubt the most painful song ever.
"I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about. And she's got everything that I have to live without..."
Reyna's gut clenched. Oh yes, Piper was beautiful. In fact, she was so beautiful the word 'beautiful' barely covered it.
"That girl he talks about..."
Doesn't Jason have anything else to talk about other than Piper?
"And she's got everything that I have to live without..."
Definitely. Piper did have everything Reyna had to live without: respect (No, not really. If she did have respect, then why would those people write that awful note about her?), beauty (Sure, Reyna didn't look bad, but beside Piper, she's the Wicket Witch of the West, minus the green skin), charmspeak (Apart from some fighting skill (which just about everyone has), Reyna has no special ability at all), and a boyfriend.
Your boyfriend.
"Shut up!" Reyna hissed to herself.
A few campers gave her a "What's going on?" look. Reyna forced a smile.
By the time Reyna's internal squabble was over, the song had ended and the campers were singing "Move like the Jagger".
Thank the gods. Nothing too bad about that song.
A few hours later...
Reyna lay in bed, not really knowing what to do. Her love for Jason was tearing her inside out.
Why don't you kill some monsters?
Without any hesitation, Reyna grabbed her javelin and dagger, strapped on her armor and slid outside of camp. She pinned a note to her door, telling everyone that she'll be back.
Reyna trooped outside the camp, her hounds sprinting in front of her.
Was she suicidal? What the heck, definitely!
Some people read to relax themselves. Some people draw or do math. Some people punch their pillows. Reyna kills monsters.
Reyna wanted to get her hands bloody. She wanted to kill monsters. She needed to kill monsters. It was the best way of calming herself down.
Reyna entered the woods. She had borrowed an Ipad from the Camp's secret stash. The second she turned it on, dozens of roars echoed around the woods.
There was a horrible slithering sound, and a Dracanae emerged from the woods. She carried a crude wooden spear, and bared her fangs.
"Come on, you!" Reyna yelled. It wasn't the best battle cry, but again, she wasn't feeling her best anyway.
The snake-woman didn't even stand a chance. Poof! Drink mix packet equals exploded.
Hearing the shrieks, even more monsters began to roar.
"Come on, you cowards!" Reyna screamed.
Suddenly, the woods became too cramped, filled with monsters: the Earthborn, Lastygonians, Cyclopes, wild centaurs, Dracanae and Empousai.
Reyna yelled as she vaulted over a Cyclops. The beast made a grab for her, but she sliced off his hand for the good measure. The Cyclops roared in rage, but Reyna had poked his eye out with her javelin. The monster dissolved into dust.
Reyna waded through masses of monsters, killing left and right. She beheaded an Empousa and stabbed a telkhine in the gut.
"Oh my gods!"
"What the heck?"
"Reyna!"
Once every single monster has been disintegrated, Reyna dared to look back at camp. Just about every single camper was gathered at the riverbanks of the Little Tiber, gawping at their praetor.
"You killed every single monster in those woods," Percy sounded as if he couldn't believe it.
"Yeah, I did," Reyna said.
"You lured them to you, and you killed them?" Annabeth asked in disbelief. "That's suicidal."
Reyna glanced at the scuffed and cracked Ipad.
"Yeah," Reyna said awkwardly.
Fighting monsters is one thing, but killing them for fun...
Fortunately, Reyna was a fast thinker.
"I couldn't sleep tonight," Reyna began. Well, that part is true. "I thought about Hazels theory: what if the monsters are regrouping for another attack? I came out here to check. Then, I brought the Ipad over, and decided that I might as well kill every single monster here, so they couldn't terrorize us anymore. The monster rebellion is certainly dead."
The campers gazed at her with newfound respect. Respect! Finally!
The crowd filtered away, some grabbing souvenirs (spoils of war). Reyna disappeared into her house. Her heartbeat was racing, her breath was short, but it was wonderful.
See, I told you it wouldn't be that bad.
The voice in her head usually spoke in a monotone, but this time, Reyna swore the voice sounded smug.
"All right," Reyna said. "I'm going to sleep, so I'd better not hear a peep from you till morning,"
Perhaps listening to the voice mightn't be that bad after all.
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