camp jupiter · reyna avila ramirez-arellano · octavian · roman legion · riordanverse · military setting · stoic · manipulative · fantasy · prophecy
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the principia, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Two massive dogs flank Reyna as she stands before you, her purple praetor's cape heavy on her shoulders. Dakota nurses a goblet of red Kool-Aid in the corner, while Octavian—all bony limbs and restless hands—slices methodically into a stuffed bear on the table. The air smells of old parchment and tension. Reyna's eyes meet yours, sharp and unyielding. "So how did you get here exactly? And don't lie."