"You'll be fine Ashley!" Megan said with a laugh.
"I'm going to mess something up! I wish Percy or Annabeth were here." I pouted.
"You're overthinking it!" The auburn haired daughter of Poseidon chimed. I rolled my eyes at her ease, and evnived her secretly. Percy did it too, so it must be genetical or something.
"We're supposed to meet in five minutes. I better get going." I said and gave Megan a hug.
For a normal person, or even a demigod, getting from Manhatten to eastern Oklahoma in five minutes would be quite an impossible feat. But I wasn't normal.
"See you when you get back!" Megan called as I disappeared, teleporting to the abandoned house that had been set as a meeting point.
I immediantly didn't like the place. It hadn't been used for years, but it gave me the creeps that something was lurking inside of it.
It doesn't matter. You're here to talk with a Roman and discuss peace. I told myself as I walked into the house.
Somehow, maybe it was just instinct, I found my way to the kitchen and turned on the lights. I stood at a granite island, and pulled myself onto it and sat crosslegged, waiting for the represenative from Camp Jupiter.
"Hello?" A voice called as the door creaked open.
"In here!" I called, hoping they could follow my voice well enough to find me.
Apparently they did. In the doorway stood a girl, with ash blonde hair in a long bob, with sharp features and piercing blue eyes. She was about my height, and I knew she could put up a decent fight. Eyeing her weapon, I stuck out my hand to shake.
"Hi, I'm Ashley." I asked. She shook firmly.
"I'm Gwen." Her voice was almost restrained, and I held back a smile.
"We should get to buisness." I said.
Get to buisness we did. As a Roman, she was swift and precise about her plans, but it sounded rehersed.
With minimul bickering, everything was set and offical.
"We should explore the house." I blurted randomly.
"Maybe." She grinned a little.
"Let's go." I said. Quickly, we found a dinning room and a living room area. Going up a flight of stairs led us to a big office, a library, and a balcony. One more flight up led us to the bedrooms.
There were four doors, and I shivered looking at them. In foam lettering, there were Greek and-Latin? words.
Farthest left, in a dark blue was the word Luke. To the right of it, in deep red, a word in a language I didn't know. To the right of that one, another word from a language I didn't know in lime green. The farthest to the right, in purple letters, was Ashley.
I looked at Gwen. Her face was tense. With a nod, we both entered a room. I was drawn to the one with my name.
As I stepped inside, I was hit by a wave of memories. The walls were a deep purple, and there was a small bed in the corner, obviously made for a small child. Along the wall was a bookshelf, but it didn't have any books on it. Instead, it was full of coke cans, all dusty and faded. I almost collapsed as I had a flashback.
I panted hard, shaking my head. With a sudden brst of energy I bolted from the room into the one where Gwen had disappeared into and tackled her in a hug, almost in tears.
"What's the matter?" She demanded. Tears spilled from my eyes as I smiled.
"Gwen." Was all I could muster before I started all out sobbing.
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