As a Roman (Prequel to The Lost Hero)

2: Sophia

Ahahaha second update in two days!! This is fun. Sooooo... what's gonna happen between Sophia and Cato? (Or, as @xxCopyCatxx called him, "Mr-I'm-too-hot-and-good-for-you-all") And what's Sophia's big secret?

Well, I'm not gonna tell you. (I feel like A in Pretty Little Liars hehehe). You'll just have to read on!

Ooh and it's another short chapter. I'm gonna stop telling you this. Jeez. Sorry. (^_-) <---winky face!!

Enjoy!

Cato got up outside and headed outside-with Joe at his heels-taking care not to start running, since he was curious about the mysterious girl, but didn't want anyone to think he was, like, eager to meet her or something. He wasn't, really.

"So, I wonder if she's hot," Joe said, walking beside him.

"Maybe she is," Cato said. "Hey, maybe you'll be lucky and she'll fall for you this time!"

Joe laughed, but Cato could see his eyes were hopeful beneath his joking exterior.

The two of them walked to the entrance, where a large crowd had already gathered.

Cato could see Reyna and Jason standing in front, next to a slim figure. He couldn't see much of her, but that had to be the girl.

As they neared, he heard a confident voice speaking, with an interesting accent. She definitely wasn't from America, that's for sure.

". . . yes. I came from nowhere else, I assure you. I've lived on my own for seven years. I know how unlikely that sounds, but . . . it's the truth!"

Reyna looked at her severely. "Oh, really? How are you going to prove it, then?"

"I can't!"

Jason looked smug-or at least, he tried to. He wasn't as authoritative as Reyna, not naturally, but he probably would be eventually. "Exactly."

The girl, who they could now see had red hair and large eyes, now looked worried. Cato felt bad for her. Jason and Reyna were judging her too harshly, but he wasn't going to do anything about it. That wasn't the kind of person he was.

"But . . ."

"No "buts"," Reyna said. "You can come in, but you'll be on probation. We'll have to assign someone to watch over you-all the time, okay?"

She sighed. "Fine."

"Now," Reyna said. "What's your name?"

"I'm Sophia," she replied.

"Last name?" Jason asked.

"I . . . I don't use it much."

"But do you know it?" Reyna raised her eyebrows.

"The poor kid," Joe muttered to Cato. "It's like the customs. My least favourite part of a vacation."

Cato nodded silently.

"Yeah, I do." the girl replied finally.

"Well then, out with it!" Jason said. His voice wavered dangerously close to an English accent there, but why Cato wasn't sure. Maybe it was from a movie he'd

seen . . . ?

"O'Shea," she replied calmly. "I'm Irish."

Ah, so that's how she has that accent, Cato thought. Interesting. How would her mortal parent have gotten pregnant, then? Weren't all the gods supposedly in America?

Unless she was a legacy, like him . . .

"Very well. Sophia O'Shea, I believe I'll put you in the Fouth Cohort for now.