The World Is Different (Open)

The sunlight beamed down from the clear blue heavens above Camp Jupiter, the air was warm and welcoming, the kind of weather that many would take advantage of to relax in the sun. A small demigod knelt down in the cool grass near the Aqueduct, Valerie possessed no idea as to what made her walk here apart from a desire to be alone, to be alone with her thoughts and mourn the loss of so many of her friends.
It was not easy having to adjust to such a massively different world, Valerie had for all intents and purposes been ripped from her time and flung into the future. This world was different but the Legion was still the Legion, just with different faces who replaced the familiar old ones. The few Legionnaires from her time who still lived were old, far older than Valerie now. As of yet she lacked the courage to go speak to them, she did not know who might be shocked more, herself or her friends.

She did not know when she started to cry, the tears fell silently to the floor, running down the child of Apollo's pale cheeks. It was not like she could even go home, for now Valerie's own mother would surely be dead. She missed her old life, her friends... She was so confused with all of the new things that Valerie encountered. The advanced technology at least to her eyes happened to be something pulled from a science fiction movie, though according to the Legionnaires they said using it was like a signal flare to the monsters in the vivacity.
She did not want to leave Camp Jupiter for the moment, the outside world was crazy, completely different to the one that made sense to her.

Valerie wiped her eyes on the back of her hands, getting rid of the tears and let out a heavy sigh. "I miss them..." She whispered to herself.

Aquila strolled trough New Rome. Her sword sat in its sheath. A frown stretched across her face. It wasn't as if something had ticked her off, she was just naturally in a bad mood. Aquila was having a mood swing, and gods help anyone who was in her way.

The hot California sun shone high above her. She looked up, and imagined the sun god driving it. Camp Jupiter was her home. She had lived here all her life. Aquila's father was obsessed with titles. The former Centurion of the First Cohort had turned down the position of praetor, his biggest mistake. Now it was Aquila's job to become the praetor. She was already a Centurion, but that would never be enough for him. And all she wanted to do was impress him.

Aquila didn't have many friends. She was a workaholic. When she faced a breakup, there was no shoulder to cry on, driving her further into her work. Being Centurion was the only joy in her life. Aquila reached the Aqueduct. She decided to stop there. Sitting down, she contemplated. Sure, her life was hard, but it could be worse. She grew up believing in the gods. Aquila couldn't imagine only learning about them now. That would be too much for her brain to take.

Valerie heard the approach of someone else, their feet crunching on the ground. She quickly rubbed her eyes with her hands in an attempt to remove any evidence of her tears, though there was little the child of Apollo could do about the redness around her eyes. For the present, Valerie knew few Romans, the majority still being unknown or little more than strangers. Annoyingly, she was not a stranger to many people however, as the return of a lost demigod from sixty four years ago happened to be an interesting story.
It was somewhat less interesting if one was the lost demigod as everything happened to be different, though something still remained the same in a way too.

She could still recall her first day when she arrived at Camp Jupiter, to her it was only a few years ago but in reality now it took place nearly six and a half decades ago. It hurt Valerie's head just thinking about it. After a few moments, she got to her feet there would be no doubt something for her to do. Valerie might go and get in some archery practice, nothing like loosing a few arrows down range to chase away the blues. As she turned to start walking she released the other individual with her was an officer, though from what cohort Valerie failed to recall accurately. Valerie decided to head over, it tended to be rare to see an officer alone normally they kept a strict eye on their charges, though that was from her experience with them and may of been slightly out of date in comparison to the modern centurion.
"Hello." She called out in her friendly thick Scottish accent. "Mind if a wee lass sits with you for a bit?"