Jeyna: A History

Jason

Jason very clearly remembered what it was like being thrown into the den of wolves. When he was very young he had wondered into the wolf Lupa's den to train with her and her pups before joining the legion. At the time he didn't understand how dangerous an upbringing this was. Now, looking into the stone chiseled face of Michael Kahale, learning that one of the Praetors, his friend, was dead, Jason clearly understood the fear of wolves.

"What?" Jason said. Disbelief and anger had clouded his vision. Michael had to be joking.

"Earlier, while you were unconscious," Michael started. "They came for him. Said if anybody made a move he would die. Carted him off over there." Michael pointed to a dim firelight in the distance. "A few minutes later a couple of the guys from IV got int a fight, went after him, said this wasn't Rome's way. Out of nowhere they were both dead, arrows in their chest."

Jason scanned the ranks of guys around him, he didn't see any faces out of place, but then again it was a big Legion. Jason was nowhere near knowing everyone.

"A few moments later we heard a scream. Next thing we knew one of them came walking out of the darkness carrying this..." Michael finished throwing a purple cloak into Jason's arms. "Took Telemachus in his place. Disarmed the dogs, and here we are, waiting for something to happen. To change the game, give us a chance." The faces around Michael nodded in agreement. They needed something. Some God or creature to turn the tide in their favor. Until then they were sitting ducks.

Jason walked to the edge of the docks and gazed off into the darkness. Looking for something, anything. He couldn't accept defeat this way. That wasn't the roman way. He wondered where the rest of his friends were, Gwen, Reyna... What a great 'Welcome to the Legion' gift. An invasion.

He wondered if the firelight was the city of New Rome or the camp of the enemy, he thought about where they came from and how they were watching them. How could they shoot the arrows with such accuracy in this darkness? Recently Jason had discovered asking the questions he didn't want answers to were the one most likely to present their answers in a violent or painful way. For instance, on the cusp of darkness walked three figures. Two were wearing night vison goggles (where on earth did they buy those? eBay? Amazon?) and in the middle was

"Reyna?" Jason lunged forward grateful to see her alive after the ambush. The two other people shoved her forward, they preceded to remove the goggles and Jason could really see the monsters who trapped them here. Women. Wait, what? Women? Before him stood two breathing takingly gorgeous women dressed in all black with slicked back ponytails. Jason couldn't help but stare. Not in that gross creepy way, but in admiration and awe of what they had accomplished.

Reyna stepped forward onto the dock and looked around at the dismantled Legion. She turned to face her captors, "She's going to win you know. Estrada had her chance. Let me and the Legion go and Hylla might think about keeping you guys around." For a moment Reyna's threat resonated in the faces of the women. But they soon turned away and went back in the direction they came.

Reyna let out a frustrated grunt and sat down, her legs extended out in front of her like a distressed toddler in the Target parking lot. Jason slowly approached her with the eyes of Michael, Dakota and the rest of the guys behind him following his movement.

"Reyna?" he asked placing a had on her shoulder. "What's going on?"

Reyna looked up at him and her eyes burned, dark as obsidian. "I know how to stop them, free the Legion and not die. But you're going to have to trust me."

Jason stared back confused at first but soon gave a nod showing his support. Reyna stood and faced the rest behind him. "We're dealing with the Amazons, and they wont stop until we're apart of their empire."