Reyna and Jason: The Praetor's of New Rome - Sacrifice

What Was Once Lost, Is Found

I opened my eyes, blinking more then a few times to adjust to the extremely well lit room I was laying in.

The bedroom I laid in was massive. Reminding me more of the mess hall in New Rome then an actual bedroom. I say bedroom, because the contents of the room suggested so . I laid on a king size bed on the center of the room, with a simple, yet stylish black bedframe and drapes above and around me,. The drapes and frame were decorated in a variety of colors. Reds, blues, greens, oranges and so on.

When I peered over the edge of the bed, on the blank white floors, hand painted paths leading towards different points of interest within the room. To my right, a brown path guided my eyes towards a crossroad per say, the road to the left was green and led towards a door with the words Bathroom painted above it. The road to the right was red and led towards another door with the words Dressing Room labeled above it in the same color.

To my left, another warm painted road on the floor paved its way towards a large pane of glass that engulfed the entire left side of the room, its path ending at a set of glass double doors emended at its center. Outside of that glass, a large balcony overlooked a massive city I recognized a New York. The balcony was large enough to fit a garden and at its center were countless of canvases painted with a ton of images with three people sitting on stools.

My vision was still a little blurry, but it looked like Percy and Nico talking to a red hair girl.

I placed my bear feet on the cold white floor, stretching my bare toes. I glanced to my right and found my armor, shoes and cloak resting at the side of the bed. My butt refused to remove itself from the obnoxiously comfortable bed. I sat there, staring at the floor, thinking about the night before.

"Don't let this world change you!" Calypso yelled over the sudden storm, her eyes conveying a mixture of defiance and fear. "Your one of the most beautiful souls I've had the pleasure of-"

And then she was gone. Lost in the storm below me. Is she dead? Did my father return her to her prison?

I don't know.

I failed her.

I failed my father.

"Why is that?" Saturn's voice echoed in my mind, laughing.

"Because I have no-"

"Jason!" Percy yelled, slapping my face.

I snapped out of my trance and focused on Percy. I became keenly aware of how much I was sweating. My hands squeezing the side of the mattress with so much force that it crumbled in my grip. My breathing was chaotic and taken in short, quick bursts

I let go of the mattress, relaxing myself. Which was harder then I was expecting. Percy knelt in front of me, while Nico and the red headed girl watched behind him.

"Nightmares?" Percy asked, leaning back to give me some space. "Had a few myself last night."

I rubbed my eyes, trying to recompose myself. "Um, nuh- no. I......"

I wiped my eyes again and looked at my hands. If anything, being awake was far more torturous. "Um.... Actually. I slept very good. I don't even remember falling asleep. Felt.......good."

"To rest?" Nico asked from behind me. He wore a simple black t-shirt under his aviator coat and jeans. "That's what happens when you don't give yourself a chance to rest."

The girl smirked. "Says the kid with bags under his eyes."

Nico glared at her. "Any bags under my eyes have to do with the stress of dealing with people."