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Reyna<br />
THE HORDES HAD ARRIVED.<br />
In groups <strong>of</strong> twenty or thirty, tourists swarmed through <strong>the</strong> ruins, milling around <strong>the</strong> villas,<br />
wandering <strong>the</strong> cobblestone paths, gawking at <strong>the</strong> colourful frescoes and mosaics.<br />
Reyna worried how <strong>the</strong> tourists would react to a forty-foot-tall statue <strong>of</strong> A<strong>the</strong>na in <strong>the</strong> middle <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
courtyard, but <strong>the</strong> Mist must have been working overtime to obscure <strong>the</strong> mortals’ vision.<br />
Each time a group approached, <strong>the</strong>y’d stop at <strong>the</strong> edge <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> courtyard and stare in disappointment<br />
at <strong>the</strong> statue. One British tour guide announced, ‘Ah, scaffolding. It appears this area is undergoing<br />
restoration. Pity. Let’s move along.’<br />
And <strong>of</strong>f <strong>the</strong>y went.<br />
At least <strong>the</strong> statue didn’t rumble, ‘DIE, UNBELIEVERS!’ and zap <strong>the</strong> mortals to dust. Reyna had<br />
once dealt with a statue <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> goddess Diana like that. It hadn’t been her most relaxing day.<br />
She recalled what Annabeth had told her about <strong>the</strong> A<strong>the</strong>na Par<strong>the</strong>nos: its magical aura both<br />
attracted monsters and kept <strong>the</strong>m at bay. Sure enough, every so <strong>of</strong>ten, out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> corner <strong>of</strong> her eye,<br />
Reyna would spot glowing white spirits in Roman clo<strong>the</strong>s flitting among <strong>the</strong> ruins, frowning at <strong>the</strong><br />
statue in consternation.<br />
‘Those lemures are everywhere,’ Gleeson muttered. ‘Keeping <strong>the</strong>ir distance for now – but come<br />
nightfall we’d better be ready to move. Ghosts are always worse at night.’<br />
Reyna didn’t need to be reminded <strong>of</strong> that.<br />
She watched as an elderly couple in matching pastel shirts and Bermuda shorts tottered through a<br />
nearby garden. She was glad <strong>the</strong>y didn’t come any closer. Around <strong>the</strong> camp, Coach Hedge had rigged<br />
all sorts <strong>of</strong> trip wires, snares and oversized mousetraps that wouldn’t stop any self-respecting<br />
monster, but <strong>the</strong>y might very well bring down a senior citizen.<br />
Despite <strong>the</strong> warm morning, Reyna shivered from her dreams. She couldn’t decide which was more<br />
terrifying – <strong>the</strong> impending destruction <strong>of</strong> New Rome, or <strong>the</strong> way Octavian was poisoning <strong>the</strong> legion<br />
from <strong>the</strong> inside.<br />
Your quest is a fool’s errand.<br />
Camp Jupiter needed her. The Twelfth Legion needed her. Yet Reyna was halfway across <strong>the</strong><br />
world, watching a satyr toast blueberry waffles on a stick over an open fire.<br />
She wanted to talk about her nightmares, but she decided to wait until Nico woke up. She wasn’t<br />
sure she’d have <strong>the</strong> courage to describe <strong>the</strong>m twice.<br />
Nico kept snoring. Reyna had discovered that once he fell asleep it took a lot to wake him up. The<br />
coach could do a goat-ho<strong>of</strong> tap dance around Nico’s head and <strong>the</strong> son <strong>of</strong> Hades wouldn’t even budge.