Thanks for reviewing! Wow, this is a big fandom… The Artemis Fowl one you would stay on the first page of stories for several days… But people review faster too. Ok, so I know the last chapter was short, but it was supposed to be a prologue sort of thing, this one will be longer. Also, some stuff may seem repeated, but it is in different views to show what Reyna thinks of herself vs. what other people think of her.

January 23

It's been about a week since he went missing, and I still can't face life. Cassandra had been trying to coax me out of my room for days. But I only allow her to come in because she understands. She lost her mother on C.C's island, whereas Octavian has no idea. Everyone says they understand, but they don't really. The thought of associating myself with them makes me sick, so I don't bother. Their false condolences barely mask the pity underneath. I can't bring myself to eat or sleep. I'm slowly deteriorating, but it's not enough. Soon, exhaustion and hunger won't be enough to make me forget who I am. It won't be enough to make me forget what I've lost. Dr. Marcelo gave me a pill to help me with my so called 'depression' but I don't take it. It dulls the pain of losing him, and now that he's gone, the pain is all that's left to remind people that he existed. That he ever walked the Earth. My world is constricted. All I allow in it is Argentum, Aurum, Cassandra and the pain. And it's ever so slowly driving me insane.

Reyna

January 24

Doctor's Note

Reyna has been worrying me. I can tell she hasn't been eating or sleeping, and she won't talk to anybody unless it is absolutely necessary. It has gotten to the point where she is neglecting her duties as praetor. The anti-depressant I gave her does not seem to be working, or she isn't taking it. It hurts me to say this, but I believe that it would be best for the camp and for her to be taken from the position of praetor, at least until she is well again.

Dr. Marcelo

January 25

We looked for hours. She had disappeared after dinner, and hadn't been seen since. I didn't want to spy on her, but she was to be kept under strict watch, Octavian's orders. He didn't want her hurting herself. I finally found her in the one place we never thought to look; Berkley Hills. They used to meet up there every Friday, until he left. We thought it would hold to many memories, but maybe that was what she wanted. To remember him. I came closer, thinking I would give her a comforting word or too, but stopped when I could hear her mutterings.

"He'll be here soon, he always is…" This went on and on, an unbroken cycle.

"Reyna?" I asked tentatively. She looked up at me, a somewhat crazed look in her eyes.

"Are you looking for Jason?" she asked in a tone uncharacteristically bright. For Reyna, that is. "He'll be here soon, he must just gotten held up." She laughed breathily, but then frowned. "He's very late tonight… But he'll come, he always does." I stepped forward, realizing that she wasn't in her right mind.

"Reyna? Are you ok?" I asked, afraid of the answer.

"Am I ok? Of course I am! Why wouldn't I be?"

"What are you doing out here?"

"I'm waiting for Jason." She frowned again, creating a fold between her eyes. "Have you seen him?"

"Reyna," I said carefully, "Jason has been missing for days now." Reyna let all of her air out in one gasp, curled up and began to rock back and forth, going faster and faster.

"I miss him so much," she said, and I realized she had regained a scrap of her sanity.

"We all do Reyna. We all do."

January 26

I am worried about Reyna. I wish for her to elect another praetor. She has been attempting to do the work of two, which would be hard for anybody. But, in her delicate state of mind… well, she won't last long at all. I have, of course, been helping her; in fact, I am doing most of Jason's old work, and a large chunk of her duties. It is for this reason that I would like her to elect another praetor to help her carry the load, namely me. I do not mind helping her, not at all, but is it a bad thing that I would like credit? If I am doing Jason's job, should I not get his position? Reyna, however, still believes that he will come back. She will not allow anyone to disturb his room, and she won't even harbor the thought that he ran away himself. I understand that she is emotionally unstable, and I am trying to keep that in mind when working with her, but this cannot go on for long. She must face the fact that Jason is not coming back. I am very worried for her; if she does not get better she may lose her position, and where would we be then?

Octavian, Auger of Camp Jupiter

January 27

Jason,

Why did you leave? Octavian says you ran away from the pressure of your job, but I don't believe him. If that were the case, you wouldn't have left me like this. You would have told me and then asked me to come with you. So why did you leave? Why don't you come back? Did I mean so little to you that you could leave and not look back? Do you remember me at all? I remember you, and it's killing me. I feel like I'm crumbling inside. You were the glue that held me together. Without you, I'm falling apart, and the pieces are too numerous for me to pick up and put back together alone. You were there for me when I needed to let out my feelings, when I needed someone to comfort me. You were my other half, and now that you're gone, I'm empty.

Reyna

January 28

"I am proud to announce that Reyna will be receiving the New Rome award, the highest honor to be bestowed upon a demigod since 350 BC!" Octavian held up the award, pinning it onto Reyna's shirt. He beckoned for her to come and speak, but she stared at him blankly. Octavian looked at her strangely, but then shrugged. "It looks like our hero does not want to speak today, again." The audience laughed. Reyna had received 3 awards in the past week. She was becoming reckless, fighting everything in her way without regard for her physical safety, and it showed. In the past week, she had hundreds of new scars crisscrossing all over her body. She was a formidable opponent, channeling all of her frustrations over Jason's disappearance into her sword swings. Not only did she have that, but, as she seemed to think she had nothing to live for, she wouldn't back down from a fight, no mattered how impossible it might seem. She wanted to die, and every time she picked a fight and lived, she became more and more convinced of her invincibility.

Reyna got off the stage in the middle of Octavian's acceptance speech, running towards her rooms. The crowd had become too oppressive for her, and she needed to get away. She grabbed her sword and ran to the Little Tiber, crossing over and into the Oakland hills, looking to pick a fight. She sat down on the crest of a hill, letting her scent attract monsters by the tens. Soon, her sword was flashing, cutting down her enemies one after another. A maniacal cry escaped her lips, and for the moment she could forget that she was missing Jason, forget how messed up her life had become and just be alive. This was her time. This was where she was meant to be.

January 29

I don't know exactly when I started noticing. People turned a blind eye or chalked it up to her new recklessness. But I noticed. The scars on her arms were too straight and thin to be the marks of Drakon claws. I confronted her about it yesterday, but it was like talking to a wall. She stared at me blankly for a few minutes while I was talking to her, and then cut me off mid-sentence, walking away. That night I went to visit her. I found her on her floor, lying in pools of her own blood which seemed to originate from her arms. I ran to her side, but when I tried to help her up she slashed out blindly with a knife stained with her own blood.

"Reyna, calm down! It's just me," I said, pinning her arms to her sides. "Stop moving, you're losing more blood," I told her, helping her into a sitting position. Blood was now gushing from her arms; if it wasn't stopped not, it would be too late.

"Cassandra," she said weakly, pushing me away. "Listen. I can't go on like this. Every day without him gets worse and worse… I'm not fit to be praetor. Cassandra, you're the only one still alive that I would entrust this position to. Please… If I die, don't let Octavian take over." I stood in shock.

"Reyna, don't think like that! We need you. I need you. Reyna, just promise to me that you will never do this again. If there is anything bothering you, anything at all, come to me. I don't care whether it is day or night." My voice got quieter. "Reyna, you can't break down like this. If you do, Octavian has already won. You know how persuasive he is; he'll be praetor before the day is over." Reyna nodded, light returning to her eyes. "Just… Keep a brave face for everyone else. Things will get better, it just takes time. And for the time being, you have to be strong. Now, I think it's time to treat your arm wounds." She gave me her arms and I cleaned, treated and bandaged the limbs.

"Don't," she said, clearing her throat. "Don't tell anyone what happened. Octavian would use it against me and… I just couldn't face them."

"Of course I won't, as long as you don't cut yourself. If you continue, I'll just have to tell someone," I replied. "So what's the story this time? Venti?" She nodded and shoved me towards the door, collapsing on her bed.

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