Reina, Hunter of Diana
Reina had lost all of her hunters by the time she reached camp, some had decided to go take safety somewhere else and others had simply been lost in the chaos. Reina tried not to dwell on it as she crossed the border into the camp, walking past fields that were once filled with strawberries, now packed full of fruits and veg. It was quite obvious that things were far from okay.
~4 days later~
Reina awoke early as usual, one of her many habits that she had gotten into was waking up at 5/6AM to go hunting. These demigods slept in to 7, and by then the day was practically over! In Reina’s opinion, the early morning was the best time to be awake and outside, whilst the grass is still damp and the birds only just awakening.
Reina knew to head for the ‘big house’ as they called it (she assumed they meant the house that was big), so she headed over there from Diana’s cabin, after looking around the empty cabin and feeling a wave of sadness and worry wash over her. Where were her hunters? Were they still alive? It’s the only thing she had thought about after waking up alone that day in new york…
Reina sat down on one of the benches, in her regular hunting clothes. She refused to wear those ugly orange t-shirts that the greek demigods wore, and she wasn’t going to settle into the camp until she found out what was going on. So she sat quietly, looking around her at the cabins that had been quickly built to house everyone.
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ORP- First 