Oh. My. Gods.
we hit 200 reviews. We hit 200 reviews. WE HIT 200 REVIEWS!
And to make it better, not only do we have 200 reviews, but we have 222 REVIEWS! Two hundred and twenty-two! You guys are seriously the best readers I could ask for. All of you are so kind in your reviews, and always have suggestions, things I could work on, and just extremely nice compliments. Wow. There really isn't anything I can say right now except thank you.
Also, congrats to the 200th reviewer, PercabethAndZebrasFTW! I have something in mind for the story that you can contribute to (if you want to, of course), and I will PM you soon for details! Woohoo!
Another thing. (Sorry about this Author's Note. Slightly long. Heh.) Some people were wondering who those boys were in the gang. I promise they're real! If you would be so kind as to pull out your copy of The Lightning Thief, I will tell you where they are.
Please turn to the chapter "We Shop for Water Beds" on page 266. Then turn to page 276. They're only in the story for about a page, but I felt like I could play off of them.
Gah, now that this monster is all done…
Let it commence.
Octavian
His head hit the desk hard. He snapped his head up, snorting, and looked around, bewildered. Realizing that he had fallen asleep, he groaned and rubbed his temples. A paper had stuck to his cheek when he smacked into the desk, and he peeled it off, glancing at it and slouching into his chair.
Current Status:
New Rome remains secure. Prisoners have not started riot in several days. Behavior is rising positively.
Reyna still stubborn. Refuses to cooperate. Frank in extreme captivity. Shows no sign of rebellion. Remains quiet.
Percy and Annabeth not yet found. Expanded our forces of search from Oakland to Anaheim.
Arion still wild. Shows no improvement of becoming broken. Injured five and killed one. Currently locked down in secure cage.
No more have been added to the First Cohort.
Current soldier numbers: 400 strong
Octavian folded and threw the thick piece of paper back on the desk and rubbed his eyes. Things were getting stressful. Gaea had been keeping a close watch on him, and he knew that her followers were spying on him from a distance. He could always feel their watchful eyes on the back of his neck. Just thinking about them made the hairs on his arms stand up.
The ground always seemed soft wherever he stepped, and he knew it was a warning from Gaea. Just with a twitch of the mouth, he could be sucked in a suffocated in seconds.
He was running out of time.
The piece of paper knocked into an open ink bottle, and both of the items flew off the desk and onto the floor. The glass bottle shattered, and red ink spattered everywhere.
Letting out a frustrated yell and muttering strings of curses under his breath, both in Latin and English, he picked up the pieces of glass and threw them in the garbage bin. His fingers were stained red as he picked up the piece of paper, and it left crimson prints on the surface.
He straightened up and tossed the paper back on the desk.
Octavian was about to leave the room when something caught his eye.
And it wasn't there a second ago.
It was a yellow envelope with a jet black wax seal on the back. His name was written in jagged, bold handwriting on the front.
"What the—?" he hissed, breaking the seal open.
The envelope started to smoke and turn hot. Letting out a yelp, he dropped the envelope and started to suck on his fingers. Ink stained his lips, and he started to gag.
The envelope was slowly crumbling to ash, leaving a paper the same color on the floor. It didn't have a scorch mark on it, even though glowing embers were on top of it.
Octavian stared at the paper, fear on his face.
Gathering the courage, he bent over and, with trembling fingers, brushed the cooling ashes off the paper.
He nearly dropped the paper when he read it.
They are coming. Doom is on the horizon.
They…
Percy and Annabeth.
Octavian set the paper on his desk, smirking. The person who left this was putting him ahead, not bringing him down. They thought this was intimidating? This was putting him at an advantage.
He'd be ready for them.
And he would do whatever it would take.
Just a shorty-short chapter today. We got 200 REVIEWS which meant a chapter with Octavian! Woohoo!
Also, I just felt like writing today, so that's why there's an update. But don't worry, I will also update tomorrow!
Okay, the A/N is longer than the actual chapter (not really) so I'm going to go now.
OKAY BYE.
P.S. 200 DANG REVIEWS! ASDJFKL;A