Disclaimer: I don't own anything besides the plot line.
Word Count: Around 1367
Word (s):
They come.
Quote:
The British are coming! The British are coming! (no offence to Brits)
Prompt:
My need to update. And the reviews I've gotten saying PLEASE UPDATE. Luv you all...
The next week was Tartarus.
It was a big rush too. No one was ever still even, for a minute, and people in New Rome were always running around (panicking), either baking or decorating or doing whatever they were doing.
They were all smiling the whole time though; it wasn't everyday they get to have a month off work or school.
So obviously, the decorations were amazing, and the food had been pre-prepared, and frozen in their state by the children of Trivia.
All the restaurants and bakeries were open 24/7 this week, with people streaming in and streaming out the doors, baking cakes and such.
Despite all this, Reyna was never worried, like most people were, (even Bobby and Dakota and Gwen were worried because they were still going to see him and he was still their brother) but she did feel this sinking feeling in her chest, like her a part of her mind was sub-consciously telling her other part I did tell you to retire didn't I?
Yes. It did, and she's beating herself up internally because of it.
You know what they say, brain knows best, even if your heart makes the ultimate decision, which is what happened in Reyna's situation.
She looked at herself in the mirror in her bedroom. She fixed her hair, keeping her braid as neat as possible. She might've been the daughter of a war goddess, but she didn't want to embarrass herself by having hair ends flying out of her braid.
She looked at the dark circles under her eyes (they seem to be permanent ever since he left) and shrugged. She couldn't do anything about it.
The romans stand at the edge of the allocated square where the Hecate and Trivia kids worked together to create a portal for better communication between the camps, and of course for the Greeks who were in Rome to visit home, and for the Romans in camp half-blood experiencing the laid back lifestyle of a Greek. They work as one now.
On a normal day, there would a slow trickle of people stepping in and out of the portal, but today wasn't a normal day. Hundreds (two hundred or so to be specific) of Greeks stepped into Rome, and found their Roman friends and looked up at the confetti fluttering down at the crowd.
Reyna had a nostalgic smile on her face, reminded of what happened a year – take or add – ago.
She was taking in a breath, about to announce the normal "welcome Greeks to Camp Jupiter" thing, until she saw a flash of blond hair, accompanied by blue eyes and a scar that looked very familiar and her eyes softened, as in more than normal.
The Vulcan kids gave her a microphone, and she attempted to announce the welcome speech again, this time successful.
"Welcome again, Greeks, to Camp Jupiter. I hope you enjoy our one-year anniversary of the defeat of Gaia. We have worked very hard on the decorations and the food. I hope you enjoy this one month celebration." *insert smile.
(If you looked closely, you could see she was in pain, but no one looked closely enough, so she was safe.)
Frank was with his friends (the seven) so she had to say the speech by herself. He said it's okay if she wanted him there, but even she had feelings.
She put down the microphone, and thought; have fun mingling with each other.
She walked down the cobblestone roads of New Rome and into her villa, unnoticed. She lay down on the grass of her garden in the open *atrium and looked to the right, like she did two years ago. She wasn't surprised to see Jason there, looking right with the fondness in his clear blue eyes directed straight at her.
(Not like now, with the gaze directed at the Greek girl)
She didn't scream, didn't panic. She knew he was a hallucination, caused by him leaving, then by him coming back. She wasn't bothered. She just needed more company - which was glaringly obvious since she was silently communicating with stares with someone who's just a figment of her imagination - and honestly, she welcomed him.
"Hello," she whispered.
Then, he was carried away by the wind.
Like always.
She sighed, and got back to her feet, her little nostalgic session with her mind over.
The conch horn blew, signaling the start of lunch. It was a tradition brought to them by the Greeks.
As she walked past the crystalline pool of collected rainwater, she dipped her hand in just to feel the coolness of water. (It wasn't her fault it was summer) She walked to the forum and sat down on the couches with the seven and the head of each cabin, (the privileges of being praetor) and avoided making eye contact with any of them. To no avail, unfortunately.
"Reyna! Nice to see you again!" Said Percy.
She made a barely visible wince and closed her eyes. She knew it would be him. She raised her head and looked him in the eyes as she plastered on a fake smile.
"Nice to see you too," she said politely.
"You can always count on Reyna to re-freeze the ice." Said Leo jokingly.
Reyna gave a small laugh, halfheartedly. It could've been the worlds smallest.
Then they all succumbed to an awkward silence.
Reyna avoided looking to her left, where she knew he was, along with his girlfriend. She picked up an apple (they were her favorite fruit) and inspected it for any bruises.
"So what's the schedule for the month again?" Asked Jason.
Reyna looked up at him. Majorly wrong move. She was sure everyone at the table could see the flash of hurt in her eyes, even if her face remained stoic. She felt an automatic tighten of her hand, creating crescents in the dark red of the apple.
"You should remember Grace," She said, in a cold enough voice to make someone shiver. "It's basically just a month long parade where everybody celebrates, and nobody has to go to work or go to school."
She directed the last comment at the whole table.
"Nobody? That sounds cool," said Will.
"It is." Replied Reyna. She recognized him. Will Solace, head of the Apollo cabin. He was what you would call a typical Californian, with blonde hair and blue eyes. He was one of the councilors she'd met up with while discussing the portal in New Rome.
Of course, she was only there for five minutes or so. She didn't want to see Jason or Piper.
The conversation that followed was just normal questions, nothing important.
She finished lunch, along with the rest of the Greeks at her table, and Frank and Hazel.
People were trickling out of the forum and into the parade, when she felt a tap on her shoulder.
AN: Did I use that semicolon right? I don't really use them much, so please point it out if I did anything wrong. In fact, do it for everything.
Sorry for that cliffy… But it's not gonna be too special.
*For those of you who don't know, it's a block of building with a hole in it. (To simplify)
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