The Doctor and the Demigods of Rome

Banish

Octavian sat at his desk, running has hand through his blonde hair. His purple toga still rested on his shoulders from a war council that just ended.

Everyone wanted him to surrender. Everyone. They claimed that he was experiencing insanity, putting all his anger out at a young little girl. A mortal, no less!

Oh, but he knew better. She was no mortal. A mortal just can't make all the Greeks band together for a single cause like that without a fight first. A mortal just can't make the Pharaoh of the Egyptians come and help.

She's no mortal. She's something else.

The question is, what? What could she possibly be with all those connections?

He sighed and held his head in his hands, shaking his head back and forth. No, of course she's a mortal. What else could she be? Either an Egyptian or demigod, simple as that. Possibly both.

A knocking from the door rang into his ears. He sighed once more, the silent argument with himself finished. "Door's open."

"Hello, Octavian," a familiar voice said politely to him. A voice he heard everyday, and everyday he hated it more.

"Reyna, if you're asking me to give the command of surrender, you're wrong." He didn't even bother looking up at her.

"And I'm not here to ask you." She sat down at one of the couches and lazily took a grape from one of the fruit bowls laying out in front of her. Her eyes watched Octavian's every move, calculating.

"Then what are you here for?" He looked at Reyna with a glare, annoyed that she would enter his home without reason.

"To notify you that you have been demoted from your rank as Praetor and starting at sunrise you are hence forth banished." Reyna stood up and popped another grape into her mouth. "I would start packing my teddy bears if I were you."

With that said and done, she left Octavian to his business. Cold and shocked at what just happened, he stared at the wall in front of his desk, attempting to figure out what has just been said.

"Fine, you want to banish me," Octavian stood up, clutching the ceremonial dagger he used for prophecies. "I'll come back. And this time with my own army."

--LINE--

Oceana and Eon woke up with a start, gasping for breath from what they just saw. They almost always shares dreams when it came to Octavian, and this was no exception.

"We should tell the Pharaoh," Oceana said, putting on a shirt over her tank top.

"And the seven," Eon said, fixing her pony tail that she slept in.

"Tell them what?" Kaysen asked with a yawn. The three of them shared a room within the TARDIS, where there was more than enough room for everyone. The Romans that had been wandering around aimlessly were found and put into custody, thankfully.

"Octavian has been banished!" Eon and Oceana said at the same time. Kaysen stood stock still at the news, a smile playing upon her lips.

"I'll go rev up the TARDIS."