Getting off of the Argo II, you only had one demigod on your mind.

Percy Jackson. Son of Poseidon.

Stepping onto the shore of New Rome, you looked around. It had been 6 months since you last saw Percy. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow as some of the Roman legionaries came forward, fronted by Praetor Reyna.

And then you saw him. Standing there in a purple Camp Jupiter shirt, his messy black hair glowing in the sun. He smiled at you- that sarcastic, troublemaker smile that had been annoying you for years.

He looked better than he had 6 months ago. Tanner, leaner, taller and more muscular. And his sea-green eyes lit up at the sight of you, as he stood there with the Romans.

Finally, Reyna stepped forward. "Jason Grace, my former colleague..." She paused, saying the word like it was a dangerous thing.

But it didn't matter what she was going to say. Percy Jackson. Was right there.