You’re standing at the prow of a ship. The wind blows through your hair and tugs at the toga and purple cloak you’ve donned over your orange camp shirt and blue jeans. Your fingers are gripped tightly around the hilt of a sword -- partly out of fear for a fight, but also for something solid and familiar to hold on to. The scene itself would almost be a familiar one if the boat was cutting through the waves, but instead what stretches before your eyes are gold-and-green rolling hills. This place was home...is home? You can’t be sure any more. Of the people on board this ship you’re the only one familiar with what you are sailing towards, so you know you need to put on a brave face.
You notice familiar landmarks now: the hippodrome, the coliseum, various temples and parks. It’s beautiful, but there are signs that there was a recent battle: cracks in some buildings and craters along the roads. It makes you frown. It was your job to lead the legion and because of the gods you hadn’t been here when you were needed. There’s no time to dwell, however, as among the buildings and on the streets you begin to notice figures moving: dozens of kids in togas like your own rushing out to see the ship you’re flying in on. You hear horns now, blowing and turn your gaze on the small army beginning to gather along the gates.
You brace yourself and sure enough there’s a loud BOOM. You turn in time to see a blonde girl, Annabeth, being accosted by a living statue. The statue was human from the waist up, though the rest of him rested on a pedestal. He had appeared out of nowhere on the ship and was clearly outraged.
“I will NOT have weapons inside the Pomerian Line! I certainly will not have Greeks!”
You move forward, holding a hand up to Annabeth, “Terminus. It’s me. Jason Grace.”
The statute looks less than pleased, “Oh, I remember you, Jason! I thought you had better sense than to consort with the enemies of Rome!”
“But they’re not enemies --.” A young woman with choppy brown hair wearing pink and white strides forward. She’s opening her mouth to agree and you can’t help but smile a bit in admiration. Leave it to Piper to take charge of this situation. The memory fades.
III. Closed to Rosi
You notice familiar landmarks now: the hippodrome, the coliseum, various temples and parks. It’s beautiful, but there are signs that there was a recent battle: cracks in some buildings and craters along the roads. It makes you frown. It was your job to lead the legion and because of the gods you hadn’t been here when you were needed. There’s no time to dwell, however, as among the buildings and on the streets you begin to notice figures moving: dozens of kids in togas like your own rushing out to see the ship you’re flying in on. You hear horns now, blowing and turn your gaze on the small army beginning to gather along the gates.
You brace yourself and sure enough there’s a loud BOOM. You turn in time to see a blonde girl, Annabeth, being accosted by a living statue. The statue was human from the waist up, though the rest of him rested on a pedestal. He had appeared out of nowhere on the ship and was clearly outraged.
“I will NOT have weapons inside the Pomerian Line! I certainly will not have Greeks!”
You move forward, holding a hand up to Annabeth, “Terminus. It’s me. Jason Grace.”
The statute looks less than pleased, “Oh, I remember you, Jason! I thought you had better sense than to consort with the enemies of Rome!”
“But they’re not enemies --.” A young woman with choppy brown hair wearing pink and white strides forward. She’s opening her mouth to agree and you can’t help but smile a bit in admiration. Leave it to Piper to take charge of this situation. The memory fades.