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Chapter 2

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The Via Principalis was, at first glance, the picture of serenity. The soft wind ruffled each blade of grass playfully as it passed by and the picturesque view of the Berkley hills only added to the laid back, mellow mood that had saturated the area. Yes, this place was so peaceful and calm, no one would have ever dared to guess that there was a storm brewing in the middle of the senate hall.

"Reyna," A tall teen with ash blond hair and a gangly frame was saying, a badly maimed stuffed toy flailing sadly in the air as he waved his hand from frustration. "In all seriousness, I'm telling you that I received a message from Lupa in the stuffing telling me to go to the wolf house…"

Whatever he was going to say next however, was cut off when a dark haired girl with fierce eyes slammed her gloved fist onto the table, the resounding thud leaving behind it nothing but a tense silence as all eyes turned to stare at the girl, Reyna.

"It makes no sense! She never told us why, who or when! And we can't spare any campers on a quest that could be pointless!"

Her voice was calm, and her tone, though full of authority was tightly guarded, but there was something about her position, leaning over the table to stare at the boy, that belied the weariness that her eyes showed filled her entire body. Dark rings framed her brown orbs and her mouth was held in a grim line, firmly shut in defiance. Despite how intimidating this appeared to the others in the room, the blond boy did not falter, only leaning forwards as though to meet her irritation with his own.

"Maybe we don't have to."

His face was twisted as he said this last bit, as though he was sucking on a sweet that he had suddenly found to be sour and unpleasant. Still, he slipped his free hand into the back pocket of his ripped and faded jeans, pulling it out a few seconds later with something glittering in his clenched fist. A small murmur filled the senate room as everyone leaned forwards to get a better view of the coin that was roughly about the size of a girl scout cookie and seemed to be made from solid gold. Even the lars began to drift forwards out of sheer curiosity over what their auger was planning now.

Octavian scowled down at the coin in distaste, remembering the time he had snuck away from camp to search for those precious books that the blasted preators had forbidden him to seek. He had run across a wood nymph who had taken quite a shine to him and, although those feelings were definitely not mutual, she had taught him a handy way of contacting people over long distances in a matter of seconds.

Across the table, the young girl's eyes narrowed as she studied the boy before her, trying to figure out what new trick he had devised, but the daughter of Bellona could think of no explanation herself and was forced to ask, much to her dismay.

"Octavian… what…"

She was cut off when the auger called forwards some children of Apollo and had them bend the light through the jets of water running from the small statue of Mars in the back of the senate house, creating a large rainbow in the middle of the room. The curiosity now was so thick that you could practically cut it with a knife, had any of the members brought on in with them, but then, to the further surprise of all those gathered, the teenage legacy stepped towards the light and quickly flipped the coin into the air.

Everyone had been expecting there to be a clatter as the metal struck the wooden floor, indeed, some centurions even had smirks plastered over their faces, allowing their distaste for Octavian to shine through, but that look was soon wiped from them when the coin did not reach the floor, in fact, it had vanished all together. The second it had touched the light, it was gone.

Smirking slightly now that he knew he held all of their attention, the descendant of the sun god all but strutted up to the glowing arch, the unfamiliar words falling from his lips with a kind of smug satisfaction that only he could produce.

"Oh goddess accept my offering, show me Lupa the burnt house, Sonoma."

For a moment, it looked as though nothing had happened, but then the coloured light began to shimmer as though being seen through a heat haze, before it went blank entirely… no, not blank.

Where once there was neat rows of soft colours, there could now be seen quite clearly, the shape of a large, grey wolf curled up in a ball, her giant head resting upon her front paws and her bright eyes blinking lazily up at them. Opening her maws in a mighty yawn, the wolf stretched and got to her feet. Stunned into silence, the senate of new Rome could do little more than gaze on in wonder, eyes wide and jaws somewhere near the floor.

"Octavian,"The she wolfs voice could be heard quite clearly, even though her mouth did not move. She had spoken in the language of the wolves, a language that all the Romans had learnt from an early age, the words drifting easily through their minds, their meaning clear. "child why have you not come."

The blond teen, turned slightly, indicating at Reyna before he replied, his voice heavily laden with frustration as though he was really trying to say 'don't ask me, she's the one you need to talk to.'

"We could not spare the recourses."

His response had come in the same language as the question, the switch being instantaneous in all those gathered before the image. For a moment, the wolf examined all the assembled crowd as though looking for something, before her shoulders seemed to fall slightly, and many afterwards would swear that they had heard a sigh come from their fearless protector.

"Very well, then listen closely. I have a vital quest for your campers, but first bring these demigods here…"