I actually had time to update two chapters in one day! So a cheer at my accomplishment! :) Here's chapter three, enjoy.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the PJO characters, guys. *sadface*


Reyna's POV:

I lay my head against my soft pillow, and sleep came instantly.

A small girl sits by the edge of the shore, crying. Her knees are propped up, her elbows resting on them, her forehead in between, and her fingers laced together over her neck.

As I step closer to her, I realize she isn't crying, but sobbing. "Hylla!" the little girl wails. I cringe at the name. Sadness surges through me, enough to almost make my knees buckle. I try to concentrate on the girl, and notice she is covered in grime and dirt. Her clothes are tattered, and she is barefoot. Her hair, a dark black, is in a messy braid that is hanging limply at her back.

Why is she crying? She is sitting on the shore of a beautiful island, and she's crying? "I hate you, Percy Jackson," the girl hisses through clenched teeth. "When I find you, I will make you feel every ounce of pain that I felt, and I'll destroy you."

I frown. A little girl should not feel this way, say those things…

"No," I tell the little girl, "You have to forgive him…"

The little girl looks up; her eyes are rimmed with red, and are puffy. I see that her jaw locks, and I grimace. "Forgive? Forgive him of separating me from the only thing I have in this world? Never!" she shouts, standing up. "We cannot forgive him! We can never forgive him!"

My fists ball up and I start to the girl as well. "We have to, it is not healthy to hate someone so much, especially a little girl like you," I try to explain, but the little girl cuts me off with a dark chuckle.

"Which is unhealthier then, hm? Hating someone who deserves it, or falling in love with them, so they can lie and hurt you more? Because are you honestly going to trust him after what he did? After Jason?" she seethes.

I frown even more now. "No, do not speak of Jason. That is done." The girl smiles evilly. "I doubt it," she smirks. "Plus," she adds harshly, "he has a girlfriend, Annabeth. You think he'll leave her for you? Please."

My shoulders sag, and then tense again. "Well, since when did I say I liked Percy anyways? I don't like him."

The little girl laughs darkly again, sneering at me. "How amusing, that I, a small little girl, know you better than older, mature Reyna!"

I glare at the little girl, and say coolly, "I'll keep my promise, you'll see. I won't fall in love again. Not with Jason, or Percy, or anyone else."

The girl raises her brows in amusement, and whispers, "We'll see." She snaps her fingers and the dream disintegrates into thin air. It shatters into a million pieces, and I feel my soul rising to the real world.

I gasp, and my eyes snap open. I want to close them again, and never face this horrible reality. This world where I have to fight beside a boy I hate with every fiber of my being. Hate? Hate is such a strong word, I think. But I do, don't I? Don't I hate him? I shake my head and stand up, wiping the sweat from my forehead.

I slip into my deep violet toga, and golden armor. I strap my sandals on, and head out of my principia. Dawn is barely braking, and there is little to no people walking around. Again, I feel a wave of relief wash over me. I fix my gaze into a serious stare, and walk towards the paths until I reach the Field of Mars.

And then, out of nowhere, I get an idea. I grin, and feel giddy. I know now exactly how Percy was going to pay for what he did last night. I smile for a couple more seconds, relishing at the thought of what Percy's face will look like when I deliver the news. And then, just as quick as getting the idea, I turn my face stone cold, suppressing a smile as I walk back to the Fifth Cohort's barrack.

My walk quickens in pace, and then I'm full on sprinting to the place. I stop at the front of the cohort's door, taking a small breath, and pounding on the door loudly. "Perseus Jackson!" I holler at the top of my lungs, pounding on the door louder.

The door swiftly opens, and Dakota comes out, his lips stained red as usual. "What?" he says hazily, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "Tell Percy to wake up!" I yell, crossing my arms.

"Alright, alright!" Dakota says, raising his arms defensively. "Percy!" he screams behind him, and there is a rustle of sheets, and a heavy thud on the floor.

I hear a faint mutter of Greek curses, and I try my best from not smiling again. I make a quick evil mental laugh, and try not to smile again at my ridiculousness. "What?" someone hisses from behind Dakota. I lean forward and see that it is Percy, who is running his fingers through his messy black hair. I narrow my eyes at him, and his gaze drops to the ground.

"Oh, Reyna…" he starts, but I interrupt him.

"I challenge you to a code duello." I say flatly, and Dakota's eyes widen into huge craters.

"A code what?" Percy asks, confused. "A code duello!" Dakota chokes out, "That means a duel!"

Percy's brows rise, and he bursts out laughing. "A duel?" he says between breaths, "That's what so scary?"

I glare at him, but smirk. "You don't understand," Dakota stammers, "You really don't want to duel with Reyna… She's ruthless!" Percy's eyebrows rise slightly, but he grins. "I can take her," he says confidently.

I grin evilly, and then turn my face stone cold.

"We'll see," I say coolly, "See you at noon in the Field of Mars, and get ready to get beaten, son of Neptune."

Percy laughs again, and says, "You're on." I give Percy one more icy stare and a smile full of leer.

And with that, I turn around, and walk away, the sweet taste of revenge and victory already flooding my mouth.

"Dude, you are so screwed," I catch Dakota whisper to Percy.

I grin even wider.

()()()()()

Noon rolls around slowly, but by then, my challenge to Percy is all the buzz between the cohorts. I step into the grassy field, my armor shining faintly in the sunlight. Percy stands in front of me, his armor shinning as well. To my left is a large group made up of the cohorts, Jason, Piper, a kid named Leo Valdez, and Annabeth.

Annabeth's eyes were filled with worry as they flicker to Percy. Then her gaze turns to me, and she gives me an icy glare. Two can play at that game, I hiss mentally to myself, flashing a returning glare to her. She frowns, and turns back to Percy.

"Are you ready, Perseus?" I say mockingly to him, raising my Imperial gold sword. Percy uncaps his pen, and it turns into a bronze sword. "Of course. And you?" Percy says, and equal mocking tone to his voice.

"Never been better," I breathe, raising my sword to strike. Percy does the same, his eyes glinting with focus.

The crowd cheers, as gold clashes with bronze.


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-The TimeMachine