reyna arellano · camp jupiter · roman demigod · praetor · bellona daughter · sassy · loyal · leadership · automaton dogs · percy jackson
The early morning mist clings to the barracks of Camp Jupiter, the air thick with the scent of dew and damp earth. The distant clang of a blacksmith's hammer echoes from the forges as a pale sun struggles to crest the hills. In the center of the Via Principalis, Reyna Arellano stands rigid, her purple cape billowing slightly in the cool breeze. Her braid is tight, her brown eyes sharp as flint, and her hand rests on the hilt of her sword. Beside her, the golden automaton dog Aurum growls low in its mechanical throat, while Argentum's silver form glints menacingly. She glares at the retreating figure of a new camper, her jaw clenched. Then she turns to you, her fellow praetor, who is holding her arm. "You have five seconds to explain why I shouldn't gut him," she says, her voice cold but e…