Top Of The World

Chapter 2

Vivian's POV

Silence washed over the room as Reyna stood proudly

"We would like to welcome, the Greek travellers!" Reyna announced, making all the unrecognisable people stand.

"Greek scum" Octavian growled, I grasped onto his hand, his scent filling my lungs. The brown haired boy smirked at me from across the room. And all of a sudden a tall blonde girl, with grey eyes began to speak, breaking our eye contact.

"We come bearing good news, our camp received a letter, from some sort of different world. It is sent from East London, and it claims to be from Hogwarts school of magic and wizardry, and they would like to invite the following to a tournament, between demigods and wizards and witches. May the following please stand" She then gets out a letter and she reads out the names. There were two people to go, out of six.

"Octavian, descendant of Apollo, and finally Vivian, daughter of Hecate" I cautiously stand, my lilac eyes searching the room and then my gaze was glued to Octavian's.

"They will be accompanied by myself, Percy, Leo, Piper, Clarisse and Nico from our Greek camp, we leave at noon, tomorrow, the pegasi will be here at that time" She adds before everybody sat down, and Reyna stood.

"Until then, we celebrate our guests arriving." Reyna exclaims. Octavian looks at me and shakes his head.

"I have to go get my tattoos done" I whisper to him, before leaving in the night for the greatest part of New Rome, the tattoos. I walk into my mother's tattoo parlour. I find one of my sisters, Sarah.

"Hey Sarah, mind giving me a tattoo?" I ask, smiling.

"You don't even need to ask" she giggles and she gets to work.

*TIME SKIP*

I walk into my room and I swiftly slip my robes and armour off, and I slip into the shower. I get out and get changed into a different outfit, I change into a sleeveless black dress with purple and green swirls covering it. One of my tattoos, the dream catcher that was on the back of my hand with feathers going down the fingers meant defence, so now whenever I wish I will turn into my war ready Mage. As I walked back into the room the party was swelling, music was blaring and coloured lights flashed all over. I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist. I attempt to turn around but I am stopped.

"Why are you struggling Princess?" The person says.

"Get the hell off me you prick!" I exclaim, beginning to kick.

"Woah, princess, it's fine, it's just me, just little old Leo Valdez" He says, letting me go, it's that tanned idiot!

"Next time don't grab me like that, you creep!" I exclaim, slapping his face, hard. "And I'm not a bloody princess, my advice for you Leo Valdez is for you to lay off the damn alcohol, don't every grab me like that again and don't call me a flipping princess" I roll my eyes, walking away to find Octavian, and get him to kick Leo's ass. I know I could do it myself, but if Octavian fights for me, they're gonna stay the hell away from me.

"Viv! Thank god you're here! I was getting-" he cuts himself off "hey Viv"

"Hey hun" I say, grinning. He blushes lightly.

"Oh, um... Nice tattoos" he compliments, gazing at my uncovered shoulder.

"Thank you,I seriously have a bad feeling about them" I say, referencing to the Greeks.

"Yeah, and why didn't they ask for the praetor?" He asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Probably because somebody had to look after the cohorts, why else?" I state obviously, and he punches my arm playfully. "That hurt" I pout, giggling.

"Good" He jokes, putting on a cheesy grin. He looks a lot better without a frown or a constant scowl on his face.

"I don't like that Leo guy" I state, crossing my arms.

"I don't like any of them, but  whatever happens, I'll protect you" he promises, wrapping one of his muscular arms round my shoulder and laying a soft kiss on my temple.

"And I'll protect you" I sigh, gazing into his icy blue eyes that were glittering with admiration.

"Octavian?" An unfamiliar voice asked. Not another of those- dammit, its the Greek Reyna was talking to. Octavian frowned and let go of me, he growled protectively, I grasped his hand, in attempt to calm him down, but he shrugged me off.

"Di Angelo" Octavian seethed, his jaw clenches and his grip tightening on his sword. I was being defensive: arms behind my back; shoulders back; staring at the boy, my anger evident.

"If you're going to-" he cut himself off "I would just like to apologise, you didn't deserve to risk your life, I understand you were fighting for what you thought was right, and I respect that." The boy continues. He tears his gaze off of Octavian and onto me.

"Hello, I'm Nico Di Angelo, and I'm sorry we had to meet this way, I apologise, beautiful one" he says to me, bowing his head, and kissing my tattooed hand softly.

"The names Vivian, now, me and Octavian will now be going, and when our paths pass once more, I wish to call you my friend, Nico Di Angelo" I say respectfully before darting off in a different direction, holding Octavian's hand in mine.

"Greek scum" Octavian whispers, under his breath, as soon as we're at a far enough distance.

"That's true" I giggle, resting my head on his shoulder.

"I don't even know why they're here, other than to deliver the message. " he rolls his eyes, and then fixes his gaze on me, I begin to blush, not used to capture his attention.

"Neither do I, hey, its me and you against the world" I grin, gently squeezing his hand. His eyes sparkle with delight, and it makes his looks more defined.

"I know this is cheesy, but I'm happy as long as I'm with you"

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