I know, I know, I haven't been faithful to you all… Sorry. At first, I thought noone really liked my stories so I stopped, but thank you to who did! (tears of happiness)Now I present you, ch 5! (btw, nothing really happens in this chapter… We get to get more of the feeling of SPQR and its people.

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That was what I was thinking as the too bright dude dragged me across the camp. Had I not been so confused that my brain really did feel like seaweed, I might have actually been in awe of the place.

Outside were these great pines, tall enough to touch the sky, and amazing obstacle courses- from singing the right pitch to pass a door or else some crazy dude will punch you to hitting a target miles away. Ironically, despite these huge grounds, there was nobody in sight. There were great nature fields, but no people.

Anyways, back to me

Bobby dragged (and when I say dragged, I mean dragged) me to a small field. Trees were growing around it in a perfect circle, as if they had been planted there to protect the area. A circle of benches outlined the perimeter of the place, and a huuugggeee fire place (I think they called it a hearth) was in the center. About twenty or so kids from the ages of eight to 18 sat on the benches, immediately standing in attention and bowing to Lupa as we entered.

I noticed the girl- Gwen?- glaring at me as if she was mad of the fact that I hadn't een killed yet. I copied Bobby's smile. She snapped a really really thick branch. I stopped smiling.

Dakota was next to her, acting like she didn't care if I happened to die or became the new god.

All of the rest were stoic, and watched Lupa enter into the field center.

"Where are Hazel and Reyna?" she demanded.

"Hazel is trying to stop Reyna from crying her eyes out," Dakota replied, blowing strands of hair from her face.

Lupa just bit her lip, but continued. From what I see, Reyna was Lupa's soft spot, since everyone else looked like they would rather kill themselves than even cough in Lupa's presence.

"Warriors. Today the Gods sent us a guest. A Greek guest."

Umm… I was fairly sure I wasn't Greek (I mean, who like humnus?) but the crowd started to stare at me like I was a dinosaur or something.

"I, for one, do not understand what the Gods are doing, sending a child (btw, she was talking to an eight year old here) to our lands. However, if it is the message we receive, we will respond with grace."

Lupa went on and on, glaring daggers at me every now and then. The rest of the group got the gist of it, and if looks could kill, I would have been dead athousand times over. For the first time since I arrived here, I was smart and stayed silent.

Lupa finally turned to look not glare at me. Her eyes were cold and unmoving, along with everyone else's.

"Welcome to SPQR. Learn to survive or die."