Lupa dismissed Perseus, citing he was ready for the final test: survive the way to Camp Jupiter. Truthfully, she was surprised at the level of excellence he had. Easily conquering her wolves' brutal training and even her's. Then, he perfects the ways of a Roman. The cold, callous, and ambitious ways of a Roman. He was also very powerful for someone of his age. She had been told that he was twelve, however, his eyes held a sort of ancient wisdom and a destructive glint in them. Lupa believed him to be some special demigod of a minor god, but there was another choice but it was unluckily. Pluto.
Perseus found the camp easy. The Wolf House was far but not far enough, at least for him. He was still immortal, just limited. He walked in the tunnel that led him to the camp. He looked behind him, but no monsters were behind him. Perseus pierced his lips. He needed it to look believable. Manifesting hellhounds behind him, he picked up speed, running as fast as he could. He reached the end of the tunnel where he met two guards.
"Halt!" they yelled
"Please! Help me, there are two...things chasing after me!" Percy pleaded.
He came to a stop as the guard held up their spears, taking out each hellhound one by one. Percy's eyes lit up in glee, at his successful plan. They turned around.
"We should get you into camp. Come," One of one motioned with his hand.
They walked for a while eventually coming up to a temple. It was grand and round. White columns created the circular shape. The ceiling was domed and white as well. Inside the pavilion, a statue of Lord Jupiter holding his master-bolt stood proudly. Someone was inside.
"Octavian, we have a new demigod, we must see if he is able to be recruited." One of them said.
This Octavian turned around. He was tall and had blond hair with a crazed pair of blue eyes. His skin was almost as pale as his.
"Who are you?" He asked.
Percy could tell he wasn't going to like this man. "Percy."
"Who is your godly parent?" Octavian demanded.
"Uh...Letus..." Percy hoped the god wasn't listening.
Octavian recoiled almost in fear. He grabbed a stuffed animal anyway, with some hesitation. He grabbed a knife and sliced the teddy bear across the stomach. Octavian looked at the new demigod.
"He may be permitted in the Legion as a Probatio." Octavian announced.
Percy loved manipulating false prophets.
Sorry about the short and honestly rushed chapter. I just needed to get this out before I forgot about it.