Patroclus wished he had an appetite, because the Romans — along with the Trojans — knew how to eat.
Sets of couches and low tables were carted into the forum until it resembled a furniture showroom. Romans lounged in groups of ten or twenty, talking and laughing while wind spirits — aurae — swirled overhead, bringing an endless assortment of pizzas, sandwiches, chips, cold drinks, and fresh-baked cookies. Drifting through the crowd were purple ghosts — Lares — in togas and legionnaire armor. Around the edges of the feast, fauns trotted from table to table, panhandling for food and spare change. In the nearby fields, Hannibal the war elephant frolicked with Mrs. O'Leary, and children played tag around the statues of Terminus that lined the city limits.
The whole scene was so familiar yet so completely alien that it gave Patroclus vertigo.All he wanted to do was be with Nico — preferably alone. He knew he would have to wait.
Reyna and a few of her officers (including the blond kid Octavian — that absolute jerk) sat with Patroclus and his crew. Percy joined them with his two new friends, Frank and Hazel.
As a tornado of food platters settled onto the table, Percy leaned over and whispered something to Annabeth.
She answered just as quietly.
Reyna called a toast to friendship.
After introductions all around, the Romans and Annabeth's crew began exchanging stories. Jason explained how he'd arrived at Camp Half-Blood without his memory, and how he'd gone on a quest with Piper and Leo to rescue the goddess Hera (or Juno, take your pick — she was equally annoying in Greek or Roman) from imprisonment at the Wolf House in northern California.
"Impossible!" Octavian broke in. "That's our most sacred place. If the giants had imprisoned a goddess there —"
'They would've destroyed her," Piper said. "And blamed it on the Greeks, and started a war between the camps.
Now, be quiet and let Jason finish."Octavian opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Patroclus really loved Piper's charmspeak. Since coming to camp, the girl had become significantly stronger, though she still hadn't fully discovered the trick, even with intermittent lessons from Miya.
"So," Jason continued, "that's how we found out about the earth goddess Gaea. She's still half asleep, but she's the one freeing the monsters from Tartarus and raising the giants. Porphyrion, the big leader dude we fought at the Wolf House: he said he was retreating to the ancient lands — Greece itself. He plans on awakening Gaea and destroying the gods by... what did he call it? Pulling up their roots."
Percy nodded thoughtfully. "Gaea's been busy over here, too. We had our own encounter with Queen Dirt Face." Percy recounted his side of the story. He talked about waking up at the Wolf House with no memories except for one name — Annabeth.
When he heard that, Patroclus had to try hard not to cry. Percy told them how he'd traveled to Alaska with Frank and Hazel — how they'd defeated the giant Alcyoneus, freed the death god Thanatos, and returned with the lost golden eagle standard of the Roman camp to repel an attack by the giants' army.
When Percy had finished, Jason whistled appreciatively. "No wonder they made you praetor."
Octavian snorted. "Which means we now have three praetors! The rules clearly state we can only have two!"
"On the bright side," Percy said, "both Jason and I outrank you, Octavian. So we can both tell you to shut up."
Octavian turned as purple as a Roman T-shirt. Jason gave Percy a fist bump.
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Fanfiction[ON HOLD] Achilles had only one life, so they say. But no one revealed his second to be Nico di Angelo. Patroclus stole Achilles's armor, so they say. But no one revealed him to have promised them a lifetime and then some. The gods are cruel, so t...