-Jason Grace-

I growl in irritation. "Reyna, Jackson told me that the Egyptians are planning to go to war over this!"

"And again, I am not surprised. I told you that was their plan, did I not?" She's really going to fight me on all of this.

"Their Pharaoh thinks that one of us killed his General, what are you not understanding?" I try to plea for some sense in all of this.

"I'm understanding they were not looking for peace to begin with, Jason. We allowed them in, they got the information they wanted on our defenses, and left. Even if it is true that their General is dead, I would believe it was a setup from the Egyptians to manipulate their Pharaoh to reignite fighting between us."

I really should have kept some of the pictures I took for the condition the house was left in. Without it, I'm realizing I'm not going to get Reyna on my side of things, and that we are being setup but by someone else.

"In the meantime, we should up our preparations for a fight if they do turn up at our borders."

I left highly annoyed. We should be looking for the culprit within our walls. Not a war with Egyptian magicians who are also looking for the same answers we should all be looking for as well. Why do they want us to fight each other?

Camp Jupiter had listened to one of their praetors. Training is cranked up with a feeling of urgency in it. I refused to partake in this morning's War Games, and thankfully I was left alone in my gloom of watching it unfold. They're gladiator fighting, but I can't help but fear when the weapons clash with Egyptians next.

By the time they went to cleanup, I realized Percy hadn't come back yet. Worry that I shoved down by his confidence is reigning its ugly head. So, I puzzle out an excuse for visiting Theo at the college at this time of day, keeping a very open eye in case Percy is anywhere before I have to follow through on this confrontation.

I'm annoyed, and mostly concerned about the Greek demigod, by the time I reach the college. Asking about Theo and whatever room he would be in, the girl at the desk informs me that he took an emergency day off. "Something about a plumbing situation in his house. Water everywhere in his kitchen."

Oh no, I do my best to not seem alarmed by this information and ask if she can offer me his address. "This must be pretty important, Grace." She adds after easily handing me the information. "This have anything to do with the Egyptian Vizier leaving suddenly? Theo was pretty upset by it."

I take a moment to absorb what she just said before nodding. "Thanks!"

My nerves are jumpy now as I make my way to Theo's place. I talk myself down to stay calm but give myself the mental okay to be honest if all signs point to Percy having been there and Theo doing something to him as well. Kane was a line he shouldn't have crossed, Jackson too? I talk myself down further to keep calm before knocking on his door.

It had taken a moment, but the door opened to a very drenched Theo. "Ah, Grace, how are you this morning?"

"Morning, I was hoping to have a chance to talk with you. The college told me you had an emergency?"

"Oh!" He laughs a bit as if under stress. "My kitchen sink decided to explode after breakfast this morning. The house is just about flooded, but I did manage to turn the water off finally."

"Can I take a look? See if we can bring someone to fix whatever is going on?" I'm anxious about asking this, hoping he can't read it off of me.

"I'll take whatever help I can get at this point." He opens the door to let me in. "I will say that in no shape am I a plumber."

I force a laugh as I walk in, processing that the floors have about two inches of standing water as he closes the door behind us. He leads to the kitchen and is more than happy to have me look at the sink having the faucet ripped off by force. "Pipes seem fine? Not sure what happened." He backs up to allow me to look under the sink.

I hesitate, but go to look for myself. The pipes do seem fine, but I'm also not knowledgeable with plumbing. I bite my bottom lip as I conclude this was most certainly Percy's work. Which means Percy had a confrontation of some sort.

"What were you wanting to ask me? Earlier?" Theo asks, sounding as if he had backed off some while I look at the sink. "Must be important if you felt it couldn't wait another day."

"Yeah," I quickly go to remember the excuse I ran through my head fifty times walking over here. "You were getting along with Egypt's General of Armies, right? Did he seem off to you before suddenly leaving?"

"Oh, well no. Seemed rather interested in learning from us. Very open about how Egypt operates as well, was interesting to have an ear in. I'm not sure why he would have left."

I turn to face him, seeing he is cradling a mug of something hot in his hands as he watches me 'inspect'. "Are you looking into his sudden departure?" He asks, seeming worried.

I swallow, but decide to be honest on the matter. "Egypt is wondering where he went if he's not here."

He seems surprised by that. "Do you think something went wrong? That would be terrible, he seems loved by them from the little he had said."

I sigh and get up from kneeling in the water. "Their Pharaoh thinks we may have done something to him. There are threats of war. It's why I'm looking. I'm hoping nothing happened, Amos Kane is a good person."

"Well," Theo chuckles a little at that sentiment. "His hosting of an evil god would imply otherwise. However, I still don't wish ill upon him."

Yeah, I can't say I didn't have my reservations. But Mount Olympus and his support throughout the matter spoke more than the idea of him hosting a god that would probably be more entertained watching demigod blood spill. I stabbed his nephew, an incident that would otherwise lead to further fighting. Instead, the man was for protecting us from the misunderstanding Gaea intentionally forced on us. He didn't want us fighting amongst ourselves then, and I'm willing to bet Carter looking for a war now over his death would upset him.

"Would you like a cup of coffee?" Theo offers to snap me out of it.

"Pass, thank you." I retain myself to the current situation. "Can I take a look in your basement? See what the pipes look like there?"

"Sure," Theo is rather open to the idea, gesturing to the door close by. "I was hesitating to even look; the water is pooling in there for the most part."

Right, I'm a tad on edge as I go to open the door. The only assurance I have to proceed is the fact that Theo seems confident enough to stay exactly where he has been. The water cascading down the steps from opening the door makes me a tad uneasy but I grab the flashlight he has hanging on the wall to my right and make my way down.

Turning the flashlight on, I note the water level is just halfway up my shins down here. I glance up the stairs to see Theo hasn't decided to watch or be close to said basement door, so I start to scan the water for anything notable. Which is difficult considering the water is murky. It doesn't deter me from it though, because there's bound to be something more solid for evidence that Percy was here.

"Find anything?" Theo asks, and I can tell he has now moved to the basement door to ask this.

Sadly, no. Only twigs and soaked cardboard. I'm not even going to bother looking for his pipes when I know the explosion of water pressure was from the Greek demigod. "Seem fine to me," I yell back to respond so he hopefully won't get any closer.

Something hit my left leg, and I immediately put the light on it. Something round and metallic is the culprit, so I grab it and look at it closer. It's a bit dirty from the water it was floating in, but it appears to be a coin. I quickly slip it into a pocket and make my way back towards the stairs. But not before doing one last scan of the water to see if anything catches my eye. Annoyed, I reach the stairs to see the older demigod still standing at the stairs.

"I think we'll have to have a plumber look at it," I start as I proceed up the stairs and turn the flashlight off.

"I was afraid of that," Theo sighs in slight annoyance on the subject. "Though I appreciate you looking, Grace."

"Anything for a respected member of the camp," I almost wanted to gag for saying as much but he allowed me to get out of the basement, taking the flashlight from me to set on his kitchen counter now.

The water level is lower now due to it draining into the basement, but the floors are going to need replacement. "Well, I'll be looking further into what is going on with the Egyptian General. Thank you, Theo."

He bows in my direction. "Anything for a praetor, Grace. Don't hesitate to ask anything else from me on the subject."

He followed me outside to lock the door once I left. I can't help but feel ill looking at his house. There's only evidence the son of Poseidon had to defend himself, nothing of if he's still there or got out. Annoyed by the lack of an answer to the question, I settle for waiting for the rest of the day to see if Jackson shows up.

-Melissa Whittaker-

Five nomes sent their magicians to join our forces this morning upon Carter's request for bodies. It made up for my foul mood after last night, if I were to be honest. Despite those who wish to scream in my face about how they believe this upcoming war is wrong, there are still those who respect their superiors and respond accordingly.

Had they forgotten what had happened when people had turned on their Chief Lector in the past? The Lord of Isfet himself almost won that day, rebellion to the Per Ankh having been led by two of his hosts in an attempt to overthrow Kane. Yet those turning on us now are those who believe they are respecting the man. How is that honoring him if you cannot learn from past mistakes? Turning your back on his remaining family, that's the opposite of honoring in my opinion.

Carter scryed for an update, stating that seven more nomes should be sending their best by tomorrow. Whatever it was that snapped him into a rage, it completely gave our Pharaoh new life. Being offered the vacant position of General, I could tell he was a miserable mess. Now, this was the kind of anger I had been expecting from a Kane for years.

Julius and Amos had been through too much with the Per Ankh. Yet they were still respected and kept any of their opinions on everything they had been through private. The only thing showing any of their hands was Amos officially exiling his father, confirming that there was to some degree a breaking point.

Carter hadn't asked, and I wasn't going to tell. Kurtz got away, with Starr helping him escape. While I suspect they are in Starr's nome, I'm keeping from saying anything to alert Pharaoh on the matter just yet. After all, Kurtz could end up hurting our side in this war if he runs his mouth, and the sooner I can start the better at this point. What damage would his false accusation do when I'm already on the battlefield?

And what good is this war if we can't get our vengeance?

Theo will not get away with murder. I intend to use the very knife he had used against him. I don't know what it had done to Amos, but the imprint of his screams tells me I should use it against the bastard that caused all of this.

Kill anyone that gets in our way.

Any Roman demigod that does get in my way will be knocked down. Because how dare they stand against us when they offed the man trying for an alliance. Bastards.

Carter plans to be here in two days. In which he wants to lead the attack on Camp Jupiter himself. Honorable, they should have to look at the face of the man's nephew and understand to the full extent their mistake. Besides, the limited action I had witnessed at Set's pyramid of Carter as an Eye of Horus makes me anxious to see it again.

Oh no, we'll be more impressive Mel.

I chug down some water rather than process that statement. It was apparent last night that I was not just me anymore. However, she had helped fight off Trevor's father, and if we can keep going, I should be unstoppable on the battlefield with whatever goddess it is that has chosen me for a host. What is there to be concerned about anyway? We appear to have the same goals. This isn't like Set holding Amos hostage, after all, so perhaps this was just destined to happen for our victory?

Perhaps I should introduce myself. Progenitress of Heros, Mistress of Heaven, Anat the Destroyer. You are my chosen to wreak vengeance upon those who are against us. Those with unjust blood on their hands. Our goals are parallel.

Amos? But why would a goddess care so much about his passing?

They shunned Set back to the Duat to reform. My duty is to my lord, much like your respect for your late General.

Oh, I know nothing about this goddess then. I am intrigued, but hold from asking the question and instead take another sip of water. You shall not fear me. I am here to support us both in our vengeance. Do you find this agreeable, Daughter of Khufu?

I cannot help but find humor in the matter. In the past, I am certain I would be terrified of an outside voice talking to me in this manner. Fear of the Per Ankh hunting me down for something out of my control. Now… Now that we have been made to adjust to godlings existing with us, this feels like a gift.

The goddess laughs at the sentiment. The true gift will be the carnage we leave in our wake. You just wait, little one.

-Trivia-

I watch from afar as he stares at the scepter I had placed before him. "Does it mean anything to you?" I ask once again.

For the fifth time, I watch the ghost look away from the object and sink back into himself. He hasn't been very talkative, and I understand he considers me a threatening force. Fair, I am the one that ripped him away from the army of monsters he had managed to befriend. However, an Egyptian ghost with Chimeras is an oddity, he should be in his afterlife.

I sigh and remove what they call the was scepter away from him. "I have something that I would like for you to try." I continue despite knowing he will not speak in response. The only time I heard him talk was speaking in Arabic, casting hieroglyphs out of instinct in an attempt to defend himself.

I fear he doesn't know who he is. Perhaps took a drink from the Lethe? Or lost something along the way from death to land here. I've been testing him with objects that I hope might trigger any kind of response from him, and he seemed mostly confused. The was he seemed to have some kind of reaction to, that's better than usual.

The potion I made yesterday, now in my grasp, I set where I had put the scepter earlier and back off some. I've come to respect his space as much as I can, I'd rather he try to warm up to my presence to some degree. However, the laceration to his side is enough for me to understand that trust will be an issue.

He hesitates, seeming confused by the bottle and the murky green liquid inside it. But he doesn't motion towards it, just keeping to himself yet again. I click my tongue and use my hand to push it gently closer to him. "It might help you remember what you have forgotten," I try to be reassuring on the matter, though unsure how effective the potion will be.

My friendly smile fades as the man with rooster legs remains to himself, gaze turned away from the potion I'm trying to coax him into drinking. I want to be able to help this poor soul, and yet he's rather stubborn in reserving to himself. I didn't want to resort to force, but it's becoming clear that it will be required now.

I start by forcing him to look at me, and the fear in his eyes speaks that he understands he's not in control anymore. I proceed to tell him to reach for the glass bottle and uncork it, against his will he does as I instructed. His hands tremble but he obeys drinking it. I then order him to hand me the bottle himself, thanking him for his obedience as I take it from him.

"That wasn't so difficult, was it?" No response as he has free will again and immediately goes to corner himself away from me. I try to not seem upset about it. "You should let me know if you remember anything." I go to leave him alone for the rest of the day unless he approaches me himself.

He hadn't updated me the rest of the day, keeping to his corner that has been his since I pulled him from Tartarus. Which left me time to dig up any information on the was scepter in the meantime. The next day is before us, and I find him keeping in his corner still. I sit where I had been earlier to find still no reaction from the Egyptian spirit.

"Does Wepwawet mean anything to you?" I ask, continuing from the small lead he gave to seeming to react to the was scepter the day prior.

No response allows me to ask further to see if any of these gods mean anything to the dead magician. "Khnum perhaps?" Nothing. "Set?" Still no reaction. "Anubis?"

I exhale as I process that it could be a dead end. "Remember anything now?" I ask, though worried the potion may have done nothing.

"Red sand," he speaks, and I'm alarmed that I'm finally getting a vocal response from him.

"Does that mean anything to you?" For me, it points in the direction of him being a follower of Set perhaps. Or victim, considering this magician has been a timid mess.

He shakes his head, peering at me but not moving from the corner. There's a haunted look in his gaze that makes me realize that giving him something to remember might not have been the best idea. "Screaming and death everywhere. T-There's a white dog with blue eyes, a-and a girl."

White dog? Never mind, I'll round back to the idea of association with Wepwawet. "Do you know your name?" I ask.

It takes a moment, but the man shakes his head in response. The potion only worked to a small degree, but enough to know something. "Do you like dogs?" I ask now.

He takes another moment to process before nodding. "What if, for now, I call you Wep. It's short for Wepwawet, who is a wolf god that you might have seen. Up until you know your name, of course."

The ghost seems cautious about the idea of this, but I wait patiently nonetheless. "Is he nice?"

I can't help but feel bad for the man before me, but smile anyway. "He is. He leads people like you to the afterlife after death." Though clearly off the clock in his duties now or failed with this one.

The magician nods in agreement to the temporary name I offered. "Wep, I want to explain what I know so far, so we can be on the same page on things. Because I want to help you. My name is Trivia, the Roman goddess of crossroads."

He hesitates but asks what that entails, so I explain further to him. Watching him slowly start to warm up to me is a breath of fresh air at this point. I explain to him that he doesn't belong here, that there's an entirely different afterlife he should be in instead. That he is an Egyptian magician, not a Roman. And that I want to help him remember who he is and get him back to the life he belongs to.

"But for now, you are safe here, Wep."

"I'm not sure I want to go back," He sounds his concerns.

Right, whatever he seems to remember now has made him spooked. "I can look for other ways to try and recover your memories, and then you can decide if you want to go back. If not, you are welcome to stay."

It took him the rest of the day to finally pry himself out of the corner. Progress is being made at least to some degree. One thing is for sure, he likes to learn, perhaps to the same level as myself. I pulled out older texts for him to busy himself with upon realizing this. Even if he ends up staying here, I think it would be a worthy companionship for both of us.