AN: Hello, so here's another one-shot idea I had. I won't tell you when it happens, because you should be able to figure it out by reading. Also, for any of you who are reading, RE: Percy Jackson and the Curse of Echidna, I apologize for not updating in so long. I've been swamped by homework. Hopefully, I'll have that done soon, and I'll be able to give you another chapter.

Reyna sat, alone, in the Via Praetoria. She sighed, thinking about Jason. It had been so long since he disappeared. Most of the Camp had given up hope of his return, and with the Feast of Fortuna fast approaching, she knew that she'd have a new co-Praetor. Just the thought of having to serve alongside Octavian was sickening. He was manipulative and cunning, and he was constantly trying to undermine her authority. If she had to serve alongside him… well she didn't want to think about it. She needed a solution. She needed Jason.

Jason… Reyna didn't know how she felt about Jason. She had thought, maybe, that they would end up together, being co-Praetors, despite what Venus had said in Charleston. She was going to win over that Son of Jupiter, and when she put her mind to something, it usually happened. But… things hadn't been going fantastically on that front. And then he'd disappeared without a trace, leaving Reyna with nothing but questions.

"Why, Praetor, surprise to see you here," said a voice from the door.

Reyna took a deep breath before looking up at Octavian. "This is the Via Praetoria, Octavian," she said. "What do you want?"

"Oh, I merely came to check in on you," he said. "I know these past several months have been hard on you. I just wanted to make sure that my Praetor is okay."

"Shouldn't you be up on Temple Hill," Reyna snapped.

Octavian smirked ever so slightly. "But of course. I merely wished to humbly inquire on the condition of my commander. I am a loyal Roman as you well know."

"About as loyal as Brutus," Reyna mumbled under her breath, before saying to Octavian, "Just go. I'm in no mood for company."

"Very well," Octavian said. "I am sure I will see you at the Evening Muster."

Octavian ducked out of the door, leaving Reyna fuming. If it came to an election, Octavian was going to be her co-Praetor. He had somehow gotten a huge following. Being the Centurion of the First Cohort didn't hurt, but Reyna suspected there was foul play involved, and she didn't like it one bit.

She glanced back down at her desk, looking at the small map she'd unfolded an hour ago, detailing the locations she'd searched for Jason. Her private search for him was not easy. Most of the time she had to do something very un-Roman: sneak away. After all, if the Camp knew that their only Praetor was leaving the Camp at night, they might panic.

There was a knock on the frame of the door. "What do you want, Octavian," Reyna snapped, looking up. But she didn't see Octavian. She saw Gwen.

"I apologize, Praetor," she said. "There is an issue down at the Tiber. Frank and Hazel are bringing an unidentified demigod to the waterfront, and they are being chased by what appears to be Gorgons."

Reyna leapt up. "Let's go."

They dashed towards the edge of Camp, and towards the river. Campers were rushing out of the gate in full armor, weapons drawn. By the bank of the river was a boy with black hair and a strange orange t-shirt. Something about him caused Reyna's memory to stir, but she wasn't sure why. She knew she'd seen him before, but where? He held an old lady, and by him was Hazel. Behind them, Frank Zhang was only halfway across, when the Gorgons grabbed him. Hazel yelled out his name. The sentries yelled, but they'd never get a clear shot at the Gorgons, Reyna knew it.

The black haired boy set down the old lady and turned towards the river. He thrust out his hands towards the river. For a split second, nothing happened, and then, suddenly, the Tiber began churning, and two massive hands emerged from the water. They grabbed the Gorgons, and Frank was dropped into the river. The campers around Reyna were yelping, and backing up, but she stayed where she was, fascinated. The boy smashed the Gorgons into the river, where they dissolved into dust and were washed away.

His skin steaming, literally, he turned towards the rest of the campers. Everyone was dead silent. Hazel helped Frank to shore, but the boy was glancing around awkwardly. It was at that moment that the strange old lady spoke. "Well, that was a lovely trip," she said. "Thank you, Percy Jackson, for bringing me to Camp Jupiter."

Reyna choked back a yelp of surprise. "Percy… Jackson?" She knew now why he looked familiar. She knew where she remembered him from. He was the reason her home on the island of Circe was destroyed. He looked toward her hopefully, and locked his eyes on her face. Reyna was unable to hide the look of fear she gave him back.

The old lady laughed. "Oh, yes. You'll have such fun together!"