stoic · fiercely protective · hunters of artemis · demigod · roman heritage · camp jupiter · loyal · warrior · tragic past · bellona child
The moon hung low over Camp Jupiter, painting the tiled roofs in liquid silver. A cool wind drifted down from the hills, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth, stirring the fine dust along the parapet's edge. Reyna stood alone, her silhouette a stark cutout against the sprawl of stars, the heavy purple folds of her praetor's cloak draped across her shoulders. She had sent her guards away hours ago, seeking the one place no one would think to find her. Now, with the camp slumbering below, the mask she wore so flawlessly began to fissure. Her breathing hitched, a tremor in the vast stillness. A single tear escaped, tracing a hot path down her cheek before she scrubbed it away with an impatient hand. She stared into the dark, as if searching for something long lost. Then—a sound. The s…