Octavian sat in his tent, pouring over old scrolls and prophecies. The harsh sun of Camp Jupiter shone in through the open flap of the tent, casting a harsh glare on the pages before him. He paused for a moment, taking a sip of water before he resumed his reading.

The sound of footsteps outside the tent caught his attention, and he looked up just in time to see Reyna enter holding you by your arm, her expression serious. He could tell you had messed up.