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August 1

Doctor's Note

Reyna has made significant improvement. She is back to her old self, and I see no reason that we should treat her differently. She has overcome the loss of Jason, and I commend her for it.

Dr. Marcello

August 2

I am much better. I still feel pain for the loss of Jason, but I can overcome it. He was a great hero and friend to all of us, and we all mourned in our own separate ways. My friends do not blame me for my leave of absence, and they do understand, unlike what I thought. I have let Jason go.

Reyna

August 3

Flashback May 3

I led the procession of people past New Rome and the Field of Mars to the top of a small hill just west of the Aqueduct. Every member of the legion was there in full dress uniform, marching at attention. I stopped at the crest of the hill and let the two helm bearers pass me. Each legionnaire was buried with their armor, and if the body wasn't found a single Roman helmet was buried instead. Jason's had disappeared along with him, so a new one had been forged of imperial gold.

The helm was lowered into a small hole. Octavian stood at the edge, reading from a tablet with the typical Roman burial rites inscribed on it. He looked at me.

"Reyna, do you have anything to add?" he asked. I shook my head. There was nothing I could say that these people that they didn't already know and I didn't think I could get a word out if I tried. "He will be remembered as a hero," Octavian murmured, looking down. He filled the hole with dirt and placed a granite headstone down on the newly disturbed earth. Octavian wiped his eyes and headed down the hill.

Everyone followed Octavian after kneeling and paying their respects. I was the last person remaining; I had decided to say goodbye to Jason on my own. I knelt and traced the stone with my fingers.

"You were the best friend I could have hoped for. I will always remember you. I… I love you Jason," I said, and left to join my fellow legionnaires at dinner.

August 4

I elbowed Reyna in the ribs, trying to get her attention. This happened a lot since Jason's funeral; she was mostly back to her old self, but more insecure and prone to the occasional loss of concentration. Often, if no one was around to notice and wake her up, she would stare into the distance for hours as if trying to find something.

"You were saying," I said when she looked at me blankly.

"Ah, yes, I'm sorry," she said and continued her debate on the need of the Pomerian Line. I sighed. It had gotten worse recently. She was better, but still not… all there. Octavian had started his pitches on becoming praetor again, and if she didn't wake up soon, nothing would be there to stop him.

August 5

He stood in front of me wearing an orange t-shirt and shorts. His hair and skin were covered with dirt; he was absolutely filthy. Even still, he looked so much like Jason it hurt. It was small things; his crooked half smile, mischievous eyes, even the way he carried himself reminded me of Jason. He was much more mature than the last time I had seen him, but I could still tell who he was. I regarded him coldly.

"So, a son of Neptune, who comes to us with the blessing of Juno."

"Look," he said, "My memory's a little fuzzy. Um, it's gone, actually. Do I know you?"

Yes, I wanted to tell him, you destroyed my home. I knew, however, that I couldn't. Something told me that Juno wouldn't have wanted that.

Instead I said, "I am Reyna, praetor of the Twelfth Legion. And… no, I don't know you." He looked at me as if he could tell I was lying, but he didn't peruse it. Maybe he knew that I would crush him into the ground if he tried.

"Hazel," I said, "bring him inside. I want to question him at the principia. Then we'll send him to Octavian. We must consult the auguries before we decide what to do with him."

"What do you mean 'decide what to do with' me?"

My fingers wrapped around my dagger; I didn't like his tone. It was insolent, for one, but it was so like Jason's. It brought up memories of him that I'd tried so hard to suppress. "Before we accept anyone into camp, we must interrogate them and read the auguries. Juno said your fate is in our hands. We have to know whether the goddess has brought us a new recruit… Or, if she's brought us an enemy to kill." I turned and spun on my heels, hoping he hadn't seen the tears pooling in the corners of my eyes. Maybe I wasn't over Jason as much as I thought I was.

August 6

Finally! I have something to use against Reyna. She has brought a graecus into camp! She, of course, doesn't know his true roots, but I have seen it in the stuffing! He will fail on this ridiculous mission, and I will be able to blame Reyna! It will be so easy to pretend she knew all along. The council will want to blame somebody, and if I just point them in the right direction… It will be as easy as stealing candy from a baby! The council is so gullible; I will become praetor, and Reyna will be so discredited that she will never again rise to power! Now, all I have to do is wait for the Greek to fail on his mission. Even the 5th cohort will want to believe me; if a Greek fails, it is not their fault and their cohort will not be the laughingstock of Rome this time. All I need is patience, which I have tons of.

Octavian, Auger of Camp Jupiter

August 7

I could see her sitting on the hill casting a shadow across the moon. I couldn't sleep; even though I had a feeling that I had done something similar to this before, who wouldn't be scared on the night before a quest now considered a suicide mission? But why would she be up?

I strode up the hill and sat by her side. She made no movement that showed she even acknowledged me, but stiffened as my arm brushed hers. After a moment or two of silence, she began talking.

"This is the hill that he was buried on," she whispered.

"Who?" I asked her, genuinely curious.

"Jason," she replied. "I still miss him."

"Well, I don't know for sure, for obvious reasons," I said, "but I have the feeling that I've lost someone before too. Unfortunately, I can't tell you what to do to stop missing them, but from what I remember from the world, I would say that you never do stop missing them. If you did, all that's left of them would be gone."

She nodded. "You know, that's probably the best advice I've ever gotten. The problem is, he left without answering a question that is very important to me, and I can't let go of him because of that."

I nodded, though I didn't really understand. "What was the question?" I asked her.

She hesitated for a moment and then said, "I wanted to know if he would go out with me," she said, ducking her head. "I suppose it's kind of stupid, but it really matters to me."

I looked at her, not sure what to say. A few minutes passed, and I realized that she probably wanted to be alone. Typical me; I had no idea what other people were feeling.

I got up to leave, but before I did I turned around and said, "I don't know this Jason guy, but I'm pretty sure he would have said yes, knowing what I know about you." I was glad the darkness hid my blushing cheeks. Unable to endure the awkward silence any longer, I walked down the hill and into my room in the 5th cohort's barracks.

Well, this chapter was a bit short. Oh well. This is the last chapter, but there will be an epilogue to kind of tie together some lose ends. Yes, the last section was in Percy's point of view. Yes, the timeline for this is skewed by a few months. Oh well. REVIEW!