A Vision from the Lady of the House

A Restless Night
It was the end of yet another long, tiring day of training, practice and an extra rough game of capture the flag. Every muscle ached and I was covered in scraps, bruises and that cut on my left arm, generously given by one of Ares' kids, was probably gonna leave a scar. I shuffled and dragged my feet into Cabin 11, Hermes Cabin. I had been claimed, but as the daughter of a minor goddess, Philia, I am destined to remain in the most crowded and worn out cabin in all of Camp Half-Blood.

Barely making it to my bed, I collapsed and was out before my head hit the pillow. That's when I had one of the strangest dreams I've ever had, and coming from a demigod that's saying a lot.

I was standing in a pure white room, well floating probably would be more accurate, then she appeared. Hera, Queen of Olympus, was suddenly there infront of me. Personally I have nothing against her, or anyone really, it's not in my nature, but Hera being in my dream had me really unnerved and I was almost overcome with the urge to yell at her and tell her to leave me alone.

"Hello, Lillian." she said with that soft, motherly sort of smile.

"Hello, Hera." I replied dumbly. I had no idea why she decided to appear before me.

"I'm here to give you a quest." she said, suddenly the urge to scream at her got stronger and I realized why. My instincts were all on fire and telling me to run and run fast.

"Wh-what sort of quest?" I asked, the fear I realized I was feeling evident in my voice.

"A diplomatic sort of quest." Hera replied, still maintaining that sweet motherly smile, but the longer I looked the more the smile seemed to be taunting and cruel instead.

"What do you mean, diplomatic? With who?" I asked, though it sounded more like a demand in that empty white space.

"With the Romans." was Hera's calm and patient reply.

"What Romans?" I asked, getting more and more confused.

"You know that when Rome came to power, they 'adopted' us Greek gods and gave us new names, yes?" Hera asked. I nodded. "Well, when we all became Roman gods, we took on new personalities and became, well, Roman."

"So why send me?" I couldn't help but ask, though I felt I already knew the reason.

"Because you're a child of Philia, of Friendship." Hera said simply.

"But why haven't we known about the Roman demigods before?" I asked.

"Because Greeks and Romans have never been good at getting along, that's where you come in, Lillian." Hera said. "Go and speak with the Oracle in the morning and get your prophecy."

The dream ended and I sat bolt upright in my bed, sweating a cold sweat and feeling even more exhausted than ever before. A light blinded me for a few moments, then I realized that it was already morning.

"Damnit..." I sighed.

Trivia

 * Hera means Lady of the House in Greek