What if?

Chapter one

Note-I am a 16 year old Floridian girl. I am by NO means Uncle.Rick. I do not own PJO or HOO. If I did Octachel would be canon😊

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RACHELS POV

"The harpy has valuable Roman prophecies. If the Greeks won't return her, we should take their Oracle hostage! Guards!"

No. No,no,no,no,NO! This wasn't supposed to happen. I saw two centurions advance towards me. I desperately looked at Reyna.

"Please," I begged. "You have to bring the statue to Camp Half-Blood. You HAVE too!" I cried out.

"I don't HAVE to do anything," Reyna replied coldly. Suddenly she turned to Octavian. "I'm going to investigate some things," she told him. "Take Miss.Dare back to camp."

I looked at Octavian. His eyes glistened. They were pretty, like the kind I would paint on fairy tale prince. Woah, snap out of it Rachel. This guy is kidnapping you,you don't have time to look at his eyes. Suddenly he grabbed my arm.

"Right, so graeus, don't you dare think about trying to run away. If you do you will be severally punished," he practically hissed. I rolled my eyes. "Sure. No problem." He huffed and we started walking away from The Empire State Building. He pulled me along pretty rough and his grip on me was starting to hurt. "Hey. Octavian or whatever the hell your name is, if you could loosen

your grip on my arm that would be fantastic." I said sarcastically. He looked at me, or rather looked down on me as I was about 4 inches shorter than him. Anyway he loosed his grip for a second. A second. Than he tightend his grip making me wince in slight pain. "Dude, I asked for you to loosen your grip in me, not fuck me off into the sunset." He blushed at that comment and I felt a rush of pride. "I will not take orders from a graeus." He muttered. I sighed. "Were are we going?" I dared to asked. "We have Pegasus in Central Park. Now stop asking questions. It's pretty damn annoying." Octavian growled. Assbutt, I thought to myself. Than I giggled. I sounded like Castiel from Supernatural. "What's so funny?" Octavian asked/demanded. "Nothing." I grinned. "Whatever." This guy was just asking for a whack with a blue plastic hairbrush. He stopped abruptly in front of me. There were 5 Pegasus and only 6 people. Octavian turned to me. "You will be riding with me. Don't try knocking me off or you will be sorry." I sighed. This was going to be a LONG night.

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I'm bored so I will probably do another chapter. This is my first fanfic guys so I'm sorry if it's poorly written. Constructive criticism and feedback is welcome. I'm sorry if this chapter was so short. I will try to make the next one longer.