The Blood of Olympus: Fan Fiction

Chapter X

*A/N: Hello to all my amazing readers!! First off, I'm sorry for all the long waits. I wanted to update every weekend, so you guys will get an update once a week, but free time and inspiration never seem to occur at the same time. Sadly.

Because of my lack of inspiration, I've decided not to do a POV of one of the seven this chapter. I've been trying to think of interesting things that could happen next, because my chapters have all been filler chapters, and I want to change that. :)

DISCLAIMER: (haven't done this in a while!!) ALL CREDIT TO RICK RIORDAN. I'M JUST A RANDOM FANGIRL WAITING FOR THE BLOOD OF OLYMPUS TO COME OUT!!!

yeah...

Anyway, I'll try my very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, VERY best to make this a non-filler chappie for you guys!!! Hope you enjoy chapter ten!!!

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x- Reyna

Saying Reyna felt helpless was an understatement.

She'd been stuck in Gaea's base camp for about a day now. All day she would do nothing but stare at the only door in her "prison", the one with the big, heavy padlock chained on it. There were no windows, so Reyna had no idea whether it was day or night. Nico and Hedge were probably still trying to get her out, instead of heading to Camp Half-Blood. It was Reyna's fault they were all stuck here. She should have been more aware of her surroundings.

Reyna cursed herself, for what seemed like the hundredth time, for being so stupid.

Reyna leaned against the cold, stone wall of her confinement, trying to come to the conclusion of why Gaea would go through so much trouble just to capture her. Why was she so important? If Gaea had gone through all that trouble of gathering an army to lure one of the Seven into her trap, that would have made more sense. But Reyna wasn't one of the seven demigods of the prophecy. She was just the Praetor of New Rome...

Realization dawned on her as soon as the padlock on the door across from her glowed an earthly green, and vanished. A monster that looked like a Cyclops made of rock stepped through the door.

"Gaea would like to speak with you, daughter of Bellona. Come with me." The Cyclops-looking creature spoke with a harsh voice that sounded like rocks clashing together.

Seeing as she really didn't have any choice, Reyna stood unsteadily and walked towards the open door.

The rock monster slid the door closed behind her, and Reyna felt him put a rough, rocky hand on her back, as if to steer her down the hallway.

Reyna froze and whirled around, feeling for her dagger, and then remembering she didn't have it. Gaea had taken it. "Don't. Touch. Me," she growled.

The rock Cyclops laughed. "You are a feisty one, aren't you? We could use that."

Reyna scowled. "If by that you mean that you want me to join your pathetic army, then forget it," she spat. "I would never betray my friends, or Rome."

"Is that so?" the Cyclops mocked. "Then what do you call leaving your legion in the brink of an attack and disobeying ancient Roman laws to venture across the Mediterranean, if not betrayal?"

"It's called doing what I have to." Reyna said angrily. "Doing what I have to to save my friends, my camp, and, in result, the world. Something you wouldn't understand, as all you want to do is destroy it."

The Cyclops growled, "Enough. You are stalling. Now, walk."

Scowling, Reyna moved down the dimly lit hallway. The walls, like everything else, was made of rock, dirt, and pretty much just earth. They were obviously underground.