Thank you everyone for joining me once again in this marvelous story of Piper and Leo! But let us take a break from our two favourite heroes (and pairing!) to enjoy the wonderfulness of the story from the other side... THE ROMANS.

This chapter may displease you because of the absence of Piper and Leo. If this bothers you, please come back to Camp Half-Blood in two chapters. Thank you.

Reyna

Reyna and Jason, the praetors of New Rome, watched silently at the enemy camp. It had already been two hours, and Reyna was beginning to wonder if this stakeout was really worth it. All they had seen were harpies hustling around and heard only the snores of other kids their age.

"I think we should leave," Jason commented. Reyna began to say no, like she had automatically replied for the last hour, but this time she relented. Nothing was happening anyway.

"Fine," she said, starting to get up, when she saw something else. "Look," she whispered, sneaking down into you-can't-see-me mode again. Jason groaned.

"It's just another harpy," he said. "Now let's go. We have more important things to do."

"Shh!" Reyna scolded him. "It's not another harpy. It looks like they're two kids—teenagers maybe. A girl and a guy. Give me the binoculars so I can see it more clearly."

Jason sighed and tossed her the binoculars, then went down on his stomach beside Reyna again and leaned against his elbows so that they left marks in the dirt. "What is it?" he asked uncaringly.

"They are two teenagers, maybe even our age," Reyna told him. Jason suppressed a yawn. "They're pushing a canoe out into the water… And they're getting in!"

"You get way too excited over nothing," said Jason. Reyna wondered if he were right. But ever since Octavian had found two hidden prophecies in the Sybilline Books that he claimed weren't there before, Reyna had been acting really skittish, as if something else might change or pop out of thin air. The two new prophecies were extremely similar—the first and last couplets were the exact same. But one had 'Romans' where 'Greeks' was on the other, visa versa.

Reyna had been researching like crazy the past few days, trying to figure out what it meant. She learned that Romans had conquered the Greeks—which wasn't really that surprising, she thought—and that they had extremely similar gods. Nothing else fabulously interesting.

Could there be another camp? she had wondered. A camp for Greek demigods—a Camp Zeus?

When she told her findings to Jason, he had seemed interested. The two of them decided to search for this Camp Zeus without telling anyone else knowing—except for Octavian. They told the camp that they were going on a monster expedition (kill all the monsters you can in one week. Great exercise; the camp takes it twice a year) and began researching all the possible locations. They knew Mount Olympus for the Greeks was in New York, so they decided to head to the Big Apple first.

And it had worked. So there they were on their third night, watching the Greeks, seeing if they were a threat that must be dealt with. So far, nothing much had happened.

But instead Reyna replied to Jason, "This camp could be a potential threat. What we are doing—or what I am doing—is for the safety of our camp."

Something else caught Reyna's eye. "Look!" she cried, pointing. Jason sighed and took the binoculars, pressing them to his eyes. "Whoa," he said to himself, zooming in with the binoculars. "That kid's like, swirling the water around with his hand. That definitely isn't normal."

"We're all not normal," replied Reyna. "But power over water? Only a son or daughter of Neptune could do that."

"Or the other god of the seas. The Greek one," said Jason. "What was his name again?"

"Posy…"

"Problemidon…"

"Poresy…"

"...Sponge-Bob!"

"No."

"But that would be so cool!"

"Whatever," Reyna said, dismissing the sudden thought of Sponge-Bob wearing a crown and ordering Patrick and that Plankton guy around. "We've gotta tell the camp about this."

"No kidding," said Jason. "If that kid has power over water, then my lightning strikes will be rendered useless. He could form a big wave to head off in one direction and my lightning would go heed it like an obedient puppy. These guys must definitely not find out about us."

"But if we managed to find out about them, it'll be easy for them to find us as well," noticed Reyna.

"...War?" asked Jason.

"I don't know," said Reyna, watching the two kids. They seemed harmless, laughing around on their small canoe—definitely a couple. The boy was forcing the water to float above their heads in a sort of rainbow shape, arcing over their canoe. "We must have a senate meeting first. We could send another team over here for another stakeout, just to be sure if we must fight. For all we know, this could be a normal mortal magician camp."

"With harpies?" asked Jason.

"Okay," relented Reyna, "not a magician camp. But maybe another unknown legion of Romans. We must call a meeting."

"Alright," said Jason, getting off his stomach and standing up to stretch. "Let's go home." He began to march back the way they came, humming to himself. Before following him, though, Reyna looked back at the two kids in the boat. They were currently being chased back to shore by angry naiads, who apparently did not like to be woken up in the middle of the night.

"I'm sorry if we're making a mistake," she said softly before following Jason.

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