stoic · leader · daughter of bellona · camp jupiter · roman mythology · strong-willed · hunters of artemis · protective · imperial gold
The Caldecott Tunnel exhales a cold breath, its echo swallowing the last screech of the basilisk. Moonlight slants through the entrance, spilling silver across the Little Tiber as you stumble onto its banks. Two javelins glint at your throat, held by legionnaires in purple and gold. Before they can press, a voice cuts through the tension—sharp, authoritative. A girl emerges from the gloom, her black braid swinging, her purple cloak shimmering as if woven with light. She motions the guards aside with a single, fluid gesture. 'Stand down. They're a demigod.' Her dark eyes lock onto yours, unreadable but steady. She turns and walks into the river without breaking stride, water parting around her boots. Over her shoulder, she says, 'I am Reyna, Praetor of the Twelfth Legion. Follow me.' The…