You all might be confused about the Whole camp Jupiter deal so let me explain it. In my book, The lost hero , son of neptune and the house of hades never happened.
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Ch.9
OMEGA WOKE UP in a white room, completely different from the cave he had previously walked into. Groaning, he raised an arm to shield his eyes from the bright, white light.
"Finally, you’re awake." a female voice said. "Who are you?"
"A demigod." Was his annoying reply.
"You're name?"
"I should tell you this why?'
"Because I'm the person Lupa probably sent you looking for."
That jarred memories in Omega's mind. He remembered Lupa and her pack, how they had concealed his secret and had blessed him for some extremely disorientating reason.
"Jerome Vidar." He said as he recalled the pseudonym his dad had given him.
'Jerome' rolled off his back and fell off the bed. As he scrambled to his feet, the adolescent was tapping her foot impatiently, her purple trimmed toga bobbing off her sandaled ankles with every motion.
Her face was breath-taking, red hair flowed down her perfectly etched, slightly pale face. Frankly, she was beautiful in a powerful way. She turned and began walking out of the room, indicating for 'Jerome' to follow.
"Here at Camp Jupiter, demigods are put into cohorts which are decided by the centurions of the five Cohorts. You will have to take a test, after which Cassie and Jonas, the only praetors, shall recommend a cohort. Then I and the other centurions shall either accept you or decline and by your level of annoyance, it will almost certainly be a no." She stated.
She continued talking but all 'Jerome' could think about was how beautiful she was. No matter how much he tried to stop himself, his mind always went back to her beauty. He thought he loved Artemis, apparently his heart was betraying his mind. How could he have a crush on a girl he just met?
He was so caught up in staring at her, that he didn't notice she had asked him a question.
"Hello?" The centurion queried as she waved her hand in front of his face.
"Uh. Yeah? What'd you say?"
Sighing, she asked again. "Do you have any fighting experience?”
"I'm a son of Venus. What'd you think?"
"No need to get air-headed hotshot."
"So you think I'm hot?"
That smart remark earned 'Jerome' a scowl and a hard whack upside his head. At least she's warming up to me He thought.
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After 2 hours of walking, they had finally arrived at the arena or the 'field of mars' as Jerome's companion had called it.
Jerome and the centurion were in a heated argument. The reason of the argument, you might ask, wearing a gods forsaken Toga!
"They are clothes of honor!" The toga-wearing teenager yelled.
"Thanks, but I'm not going to take fashion advice from a girl wearing a bed sheet."
"They signify power!"
"Reyna, did you know that in ancient Rome, only female prostitutes and royal men wore Togas."
"That is not true!" Reyna yelled. "Wait, how did you know my name?"
