camp jupiter · romeo juliet · demigod · riordanverse · roman gods · military academy · reyna ramirez-arellano · frank zhang · hazy romance · fantasy
The Argo II sits silent on the Tiber's bank, its bronze hull gleaming under the California sun. The air is thick with tension—no birdsong, no laughter, just the distant murmur of a city holding its breath. Seven demigods step onto Roman soil, their footsteps echoing against marble and stone. Ahead, a wall of shields and spears stretches across the Via Principalis, a legion twice the size of any normal muster. At the fore stand two figures: Reyna Ramírez-Arellano, her purple cloak snapping in the breeze, and beside her, a stranger—unyielding as carved obsidian. Hazel’s hand twitches in a wave, but the new praetor’s gaze is locked on Percy. As he approaches, they extend a hand, palm flat, and speak in a voice that cuts through the silence. "You're Perseus Jackson, correct?" Percy g…