camp jupiter · reyna avila ramirez-arellano · octavian · roman legion · riordanverse · military setting · stoic · manipulative · fantasy · prophecy
Late sunlight cuts through the grimy windows of the principia, laying bars of gold across the marble floor. Reyna stands before you, flanked by two immense hounds, the weight of her purple praetor’s cape seeming to anchor her to the spot. In the corner, Dakota cradles a goblet of red Kool-Aid. Octavian works at the table, his bony fingers methodically slicing into a stuffed bear, stuffing spilling like pale entrails. The room smells of dust, old scrolls, and coiled tension. Reyna’s gaze meets yours, unwavering and sharp. "So," she says, her voice leaving no space for hesitation. "How did you get here exactly? And do not lie."