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A woman lay twisted in agony, her mouth open to scream, her arms thrown overhead. A man knelt<br />
with his head bowed, as if accepting the inevitable.<br />
Reyna stared with a mixture of horror and revulsion. She’d read about such figures, but she’d never<br />
seen them in person. After the eruption of Vesuvius, volcanic ash had buried the city and hardened to<br />
rock around dying Pompeians. Their bodies had disintegrated, leaving behind human-shaped pockets<br />
of air. Early archaeologists had poured plaster into the holes and made these casts – creepy replicas<br />
of Ancient Romans.<br />
Reyna found it disturbing, wrong, that these people’s dying moments were on display like clothes<br />
in a shop window, yet she couldn’t look away.<br />
All her life she’d dreamed about coming to Italy. She had assumed it would never happen. The<br />
ancient lands were forbidden to modern demigods; the area was simply too dangerous. Nevertheless,<br />
she wanted to follow in the footsteps of Aeneas, son of Aphrodite, the first demigod to settle here<br />
after the Trojan War. She wanted to see the original Tiber River, where Lupa the wolf goddess saved<br />
Romulus and Remus.<br />
But Pompeii? Reyna had never wanted to come here. The site of Rome’s most infamous disaster,<br />
an entire city swallowed by the earth … After Reyna’s nightmares, that hit a little too close to home.<br />
So far in the ancient lands, she’d only seen one place on her wish list: Diocletian’s Palace in Split,<br />
and even that visit had hardly gone the way she’d imagined. Reyna used to dream about going there<br />
with Jason to admire their favourite emperor’s home. She pictured romantic walks with him through<br />
the old city, sunset picnics on the parapets.<br />
Instead, Reyna had arrived in Croatia not with him but with a dozen angry wind spirits on her tail.<br />
She’d fought her way through ghosts in the palace. On her way out, gryphons had attacked, mortally<br />
wounding her pegasus. The closest she’d got to Jason was finding a note he’d left for her under a bust<br />
of Diocletian in the basement.<br />
She would only have painful memories of that place.<br />
Don’t be bitter, she chided herself. Aeneas suffered, too. So did Romulus, Diocletian and all the<br />
rest. Romans don’t complain about hardship.<br />
Staring at the plaster death figures in the museum window, she wondered what they had been<br />
thinking as they curled up to die in the ashes. Probably not: Well, we’re Romans! We shouldn’t<br />
complain!<br />
A gust of wind blew through the ruins, making a hollow moan. Sunlight flashed against the window,<br />
momentarily blinding her.<br />
With a start, Reyna looked up. The sun was directly overhead. How could it be noon already?<br />
She’d left the House of the Faun just after breakfast. She’d only been standing here a few minutes …<br />
hadn’t she?<br />
She tore herself from the museum display and hurried off, trying to shake the feeling that the dead<br />
Pompeians were whispering behind her back.<br />
The rest of the afternoon was unnervingly quiet.<br />
Reyna kept watch while Coach Hedge slept, but there was nothing much to guard against. Tourists