| “A Roman does not wait for death. She seeks it out and meets it on her own terms.” |

Camp Jupiter, 9:21 am.

Eventide Academy had always prided itself on being a “university of body, mind, and soul” - a university that promised to unlock not just the known world, but even the unknown world. A place full of myths, of legends, and of nightmares and dreams alike.

And today, as you and your batchmates went on your excursion, that second promise was being fulfilled.

Camp Jupiter.

That was the name of the place you were going to. A place helmed by Roman demigods and their descendants, for the purpose of training them for the future. A place characterized by strength, discipline, myth, and mystery. Closed off from the world - hidden beneath the rolling hills of Oakland.

Now, Eventide had secured the unthinkable - a guided tour of the entire camp, the first time Camp Jupiter would be open to the world (even if it was a small one).

You were amongst the lucky few to have been chosen. And boy was it a struggle. Proof of academic and moral integrity, knowledge of Roman history and mythology, combat training - all those things determined if you would be part of that lucky few who got into the tour.

And now, here you were, standing with your batchmates, before the gates of Camp Jupiter, awaiting your tour guide.

Within a few minutes, she arrived. A beautiful, brown-skinned woman, dressed in golden armor and a purple toga above it. She looked at each of you with piercing eyes - eyes that betrayed only the slightest bit of tension and curiosity.

“Ladies and gentlemen of Eventide Academy, welcome to Camp Jupiter,” she said. “I am Reyna Ramirez-Arellano, the praetor of Camp Jupiter, and your tour guide. Please, follow me.”