Of Greeks And Romans (Leo Valdez x Reader)

I

This is the second book in this series, so if you haven't read the first, I strongly encourage you to read that on first. The first book is Of Demigods and Monsters, which takes place during The Lost Hero. This one will be taking place during the Son of Neptune, and even though Leo does not have a main role in that series, he will have an impact on choices made. For now, enjoy the story.

⚜⚜⚜

You

"Again." The voice said.

My brow was already slick with sweat as I brought my sword down hard. In this kind of world, there was no rest for the weary. It was either kill, or be killed. Or, in my case, kill or sacrifice the only family you have left.

The ring of metal on metal reverberated through the chamber. My arms shook at the impact, and it took everything I had to keep holding onto my sword. But, I could feel the muscles that had grown in my arms in the past few months. It almost felt good to have grown so strong if it weren't for the reason I did.

I took a deep breath as I knocked down another opponent. It was almost strange to think about. The day I had been brought to this world was now nearly 6 months ago.

Achilles gave me an almost appraising look. "Very good. My mistress will be pleased to hear of your progress."

I slumped to the ground, glad for once of his dismissal. Day after day of this was getting tireless. I knew Gaea was planning on doing something with me, and if I remembered correctly, the events of the great prophecy would be beginning any day now.

A mild tug seemingly from deep within me seemed to cry out in response to my exhaustion. I pushed it down, as far as I hoped I could.

Back when I was on my quest with Jason, Leo, and Piper, I came to realize that that tug seemed to result in some kind of magical thing happening if I tugged back. Of course, if Gaea or anyone following her ever found out about it, it would just make everything worse.

In some ways, I desired to just be normal. Back then, that little tugging sensation rarely happened, but now it felt as if it was always there. Sometimes, if my emotions got the better if me, that sensation seemed to scream out at me. Perhaps it was a defense mechanism, but I feared that every day being here would just cause it to grow.

I got up, not bothering to acknowledge my 'mentor' as I went. Achilles seemed to be more of a curse than a blessing. The most I could say was that the legends about him were true and that he was one of the greatest warriors known on this world.

I trudged down the hall and slid into a simple square room I had grown to call home in these past months. It was the closest thing I had anyway. Nobody bothered me in here except at meal times or if Gaea wanted more questions answered.

I shuddered at the memories of what she had forced upon me to make me talk. First, it was the death of my mother, but then it was the long, cold hours spent in isolation. Those were the worst. I hated not knowing what they could be doing while I was separated. I would always spend days at a time in fear that I would come out as an orphan.

I hadn't seen my father since that first day here either, but I still held out hope that he was alive. My best hope was that he was home. Grieving, perhaps, but safe.

I don't know how long I sat there, on the cold hard ground, both shoulders resting against the corner of the wall before I heard a knock on the flat panel that made up me door.

My blood turned icy cold as I froze in trepidation. Of course, by now I realized that the icy cold flowing through my veins wasn't just a reaction to that awful goddess Khione, but just a side effect to the fear I felt.