The ship was magnificent, a true feat of engineering.

Percy could almost feel her presence around him, feel her strength and power. He could almost sense every single one of the 170 oars, typical for a Greek Trireme, and the hundreds of cannons hidden in her hull.

And onboard there had be at least thirty Greeks, Percy's friends, Percy's comrades, running around, securing things for the landing.

Reyna looked as formal as always, with her toga and perfectly polished armour. Percy had chosen to ditch the toga, in favour of a pair of jeans and a T-Shirt, much to Reyna's chagrin and Octavians fury.

Speaking of the blonde weasel, he was staring murderously at Percy and the ship. He had been arguing with Reyna for almost ten minutes about letting the ship in until he finally got the memo that Reyna wouldn't budge on her decision.

The ship finally landed with a solid thud. It was maybe two minutes later that the gangplank was finally lowered down, landing some twenty feet away from the assembled Romans.

Hazel gave him a comforting smile as he started to twirl riptide, knowing he was desperate to see his friends again.

It was Chiron who came down first, followed by the cabin councillors. There were many familiar faces; Clarisse La Rue, bedecked in her armour as always, Connor and Travis Stoll with their shifting eyes, and many more.

There were also new faces, like the Latino boy who had sent the message, and a beautiful girl with brown hair and a knife strapped to her side. And a blonde boy, who Percy immediately pinpointed to be Jason Grace.

And then he saw her, standing next to the pretty girl. Her hair was up as always, her grey eyes stormy, and her knife sharp, but he couldn't help the grin that spread across his face.

Annabeth was scanning the crowd, lingering on every face. And then she was staring at him, and Percy couldn't breathe, because oh gods, she was right there. Their eyes met for a second before Annabeth forced herself to look away.

"We welcome you, Greeks, to our camp, under a white flag," Reyna said, her threat clear.

"Don't worry," said Clarisse, a knife-like grin visible under her helmet, "We aren't hostile to people we don't actively hate."

Octavian sneered, "Says the one wearing armour."

"Who the hell are you?" Clarisse said, her eyes moving from the crowd to focus on Octavian.

Octavian, for his credit, didn't falter. He, instead, puffed up his chest, and said in the most prideful voice, "Octavian, a legacy of Apollo, the God of Prophecy. Agur to Camp Jupiter." He smiled a poisonous smile, "And you?"

Clarisse's grin was wide, "Clarisse la Rue, daughter of Ares, God of War and Bloodshed. Sailer of the sea of monsters, retriever of the Golden Fleece. Slayer of the Lydian drakon, receiver of the blessing of Ares." Her eyes narrowed as her grin became wider, "Heroine of Olympus."

Octavian went crimson, embarrassed by the show up in titles. Percy suppressed a laugh. Reyna cut in, addressing Jason, "Jason Grace, it is nice to have you back."

He smiled at her, "It's nice to be back."

Reyna dipped her head in acknowledgement, then turned to Chiron, "I'll assume you are Chiron?"

Chiron gave her a warm smile. "You would be correct. I am the activities director of Camp Half-Blood normally, but with our director being currently unavailable, I am in charge."

Percy made a face at the mention of the god of wine, which did not go unnoticed by the centaur. He raised an eyebrow at his student, who gave a sheepish grin. Reyna asked, "Who is your director, normally, if I may ask?"

"Dionysus." Pollux cut in, blanching as everyone stared at him, "My father."

Reynas eyes brows were raised in surprise, and whispers were passing through the crowd, surprise evident. The funniest face though was Octavians, who looked as red as a tomato. Suddenly he spoke up, "Liars! All of you!" He turned to Reyna, "Why are we letting these liars into our camp? They're dangerous-"

"How about you shut your mouth for five minutes, Octavian?" Percy called, stepping forward a bit more.

The greeks eyes were on him, and they were smiling, Clarisse was muttering, and Chiron looked just a tad bit proud.

"I second that," Reyna said. "Do not speak unless called upon Octavian. They are our allies against the earth mother. You will not ruin that."

A senate meeting was called, and they set towards the senate hall. Percy gave Annabeth a glance, which she returned, and he smiled at her, a promise that they would be together soon enough. Annabeth returned the smile, returned the promise.

The senate meeting had dragged on and on and on, and by the end of it, Percy was ready to bash his head against the wall.

Octavian had given a long speech, one that had been immediately and immaculately picked apart by Annabeth. Percy had to smile as he watched her destroy every talking point Octavian had.

The two groups then dispersed, the Greeks heading to the ship and the Romans to their barracks. Percy cast a long glance at Hazel and Frank, who were walking away, before rushing after the greeks.

He caught up to the group in an instant and was immediately assaulted by hugs and shouts. He laughed and smiled, but was searching for her, needing to finally hold her.

And suddenly she was there, and people were stepping back, letting them have the space they needed.

They stared for a moment, unsure as to what to do. Slowly a smile, genuine and warm, slid across her face, and before he knew what he was doing, he was scooping her up into a hug, laughing and crying from the joy of it all.

Annabeth was smiling a dizzying smile, looking so blissful it made Percy smile even more. And then he's pulling her face close and their kissing, a kiss that has love and pain poured into it.

And when they break apart, he gives a breathless laugh and rubs his hand over he face and tells her that he loves her so, so much.

And then there's that dizzying smile yet again, and Percy has to match it. They probably look like dorks, wrapped up in each other's arms, laughing, crying, smiling, and kissing, but it feels so right that Percy doesn't care.

And he can ignore the war for a moment, push aside the troubling thoughts that are plaguing him, and laugh because, in her arms, everything is fine, there is no war and he can be at peace.

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