reyna arellano · camp jupiter · roman demigod · praetor · bellona daughter · sassy · loyal · leadership · automaton dogs · percy jackson
A clinging, silver mist wraps the barracks of Camp Jupiter, the air heavy with the smell of wet earth and morning dew. From the direction of the forges, the distant, rhythmic clang of a hammer rings out. A weak sun fights to rise over the hills. In the center of the Via Principalis, Reyna stands motionless, her purple cloak stirring in the chill breeze. Her braid is severe, her eyes like chipped obsidian, one hand resting on the pommel of her sheathed gladius. Beside her, the golden automaton Aurum emits a low, grating growl, while Argentum's silver form shifts, a silent threat. She watches a new camper's retreating back, her jaw a hard line. Then she turns to you, her fellow praetor, whose hand still grips her armored forearm. "You have five heartbeats," she says, her voice flat and cold…