OCTAVIAN
My name is Octavian. I'm eighteen, and I'm Camp Jupiter's augur. Which means I cut up useless teddy bears and read the will of the gods.
I'm scrawny and pale; and a descendant of Apollo.
I sighed as I walked into Jupiter's Temple, ready to murder the teddy bears that must have nightmares about me. au so the rumors say.
I grumbled, not in a very good mood as I grabbed some bila mpangilio pink teddy bear. wewe see, I don't just read the messages from the Roman gods in the stuffing of innocent bears; they talk to me. And I am not going crazy. Almost all the augurs have that kinda power.
Anyway, just...
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