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"I'm, uh, right here, my lord." I said, standing up. "Ah, child of Rome." That got some boos.

"Silence, delinquents!" Jupiter hushed them. It really did some magic. Nobody wanted to try to restrain me now.

"Zeus has the master bolt. Only one of us may have it. I want to you to retrieve it on the way."
"Now what was that Apollo told me... Ah! Yes." Jupiter cleared his throat.

"Ocean's daughter was born alone,

she is meant to rule the throne.

Bound by fear to a hopeless task,

the hero of Olympus must break his mask.

The ocean will begin to fight itself,

the loser to be banished to the shelf.

The destined hero grows old,

a position he won't hold.

The winner shall be claimed the king,

the winner declared by but a string."

"Ah, yes my boy. You need something to start... Hmm." Jupiter started searching his packs. "No weapons, eh? My rulership is in your hands anyway..." He flipped the sword he held, and dropped it point down. It stuck into the ground, making a satisfying sound of sliding into the dirt. It hypnotized me, and I closed my eyes for a second.

I opened them again to a very different place. The sword shrunk from its original size of around nine feet long to maybe three and a half.

"Listen, child of Rome. This sword is not normal. It isn't meant to be wielded by anyone other than you." Jupiter explained. I raised an eyebrow, how could a sword be meant for me? I don't do combat.

"It is a token of peace from... Some other God." Jupiter started to sparkle, indicating that he was going to flash away, so I covered my eyes. Other god? Wouldn't it be gods? Maybe he was talking about the Egyptians. I certainly hope not. They are a nasty bunch.

Of course, those greedy distasteful Greeks seized me the second Jupiter left.

"Your god may have come, but that doesn't keep us from using you." The guy said. Using me? They were in no way using me. I had nothing to be used as. One brave Mars, er- Ares kid stepped towards the sword embedded into the ground and grasped the handle. My thoughts were, nobody but me could pull it out. I was wrong.

In one quick tug, the sword flew out of the ground. The other Greeks cheered. My insides started to hurt again. My eyes played tricks on me again. I started seeing double of everything. To my left, Percy Jackson was laying in the mud, grasping at his hair, almost pulling it out. Percy.

The greatest villain, or hero, (depends on who you are) was laying there, incapable of doing anything. Yet, that was the way I felt. The wooden logs seemed to be rolling all around, and I jumped over one. Once I landed, I realized it wasn't an actual log, just another trick. My eyesight started blurring. The Mars (ugh, Ares.) kid in front of me seemed to be glowing with a powerful aura. The sword caught ablaze, flames trickled down his arm like water.

I focused trying to get rid of the illusion. This time, my brain was not fooling me. The boy was on fire. In a haze, the Ares spawn dropped the sword, and my head seemed to clear.

The flames were put out, also. I could see clearly now, and I could actually feel my body react to my commands. I walked to pick up the sword, but I was stopped by a few kids, jumping from their respective places in the crowd. One kid had enough courage to put me at sword tip. The Celestial Copper (What is it?) glowed in just the faintest way.

"Let him get it." I looked back, seeing Percy order his comrades. They looked disappointed that they couldn't show their 'strength'. Percy looked in such a bad physical and mental state, I didn't want to look at him anymore. I scrambled to get the sword. It was very interesting. Not made of Imperial Gold or Celestial Copper. (I think it might be Celestial Bronze. Not sure.)

I was afraid to touch it, seeing what it did to the last person who did it. I looked back at him. He wasn't there, probably being treated in a hospital like place.

"Pick it up, Roman." Annabeth spat. Clearly she hated me more than Juno. Hera! Sorry I always say Roman names, so you might have to just adapt.

"Do it." She growled again. I was taking no leisure time, she scared me to be honest. I picked it up, and instantly I felt warmer, more comfortable in my skin. Roman... Something whispered.

Accept the skin of our fallen allies... I felt like Hades all over again. My skin started to burn, but it wasn't actually burning. I always get the pain, no matter if it's actually doing anything. My life is... painful. Just imagine sticking your arm directly in a candle flame. That's what it felt like, but all over my body. I felt power beyond belief stored in the blade, itching to get into my body.

This power... It was like nothing I had felt before. I felt relieved, happy, and overall just like the perfect person. My wrong deeds had been put on the back of my memory to be forgotten.

My soul was being drifted towards the heavens... Wait... So was my body. I was encased in goldish yellowish light, drifting me upwards towards the sky, where it was coming from. I looked down to see how the Greeks were taking this, and it looked like I expected. It looked as if they had all gotten a kiss from their ex the minute after they broke up. In other words, in awe.

I then realized that it wasn't me being pulled upwards, but it was the sword. Don't let go of us, William Maximus Pace! The voices said. I foresaw a trap, but I didn't want to let go. As they say, curiosity killed the cat. Or hellhound, whichever version you read. Probably not the latter.

Anyway, once I reached the top of the light pulley elevator thingy, I blacked out. I'm awesome, aren't I? So freakin' powerful...
False alarm, I just fell asleep for a minute or so. It was so tranquil in my lightbeam, no noises to be heard, no damage to be done. I couldn't hear the Greeks, or feel the arrows they shot at me. You will make a good follower. The voices came back. Follower? Whatever it was, it didn't to have anything to do with it.

Alright... So this is the hard part. I don't know how to explain this, but I was teleported from the top of the beam to a cloud. Please don't judge, I think I'm sane. This was not just a cloud. It was also a palace. Pfff. Palaces. Please. I find those everyday.
"WHAT THE FUUARGHUA!" I yelled. "I... I suck at life." I sat down on my butt, dropping the sword next to me so I could take in whatever sorcery this was. Then I thought it could be that one air god's palace... Nope. I looked closer at the walls of the castle. Crosses on the walls.

"Lock the gates! Arm the angels! A Devil's spawn has found his way here!" I heard a voice echo. Devil's spawn... Crosses. "Jesus Christ!" I yelled, my answer coming to my head. Followers. Of course. If Egyptians and Greeks were real, there has to be more.
"Surrender to the power of Christ!" A fully armed Paladin(?) walked out.

He looked like he was wearing a hundred pounds or more of armor. His sword was inscripted with glowing words, as was his armor. All I could see was his eyes. They glowed also. Wings sprouted out of his helmet, probably just for decoration. His armor was very light grey and some goldish lines. The inscriptions were light blue, giving it a nice matching set of colors. I just continued to sit.
"We have a joker!" He yelled. "You may sit, Benedict." A man in a white robe stepped out in front of Benedict.

He had brown hair and a nice beard making him seem like the cool kind of guy. He wore no armor, being maybe two feet taller than Benedict, who was a giant already. I put him at about nine feet tall, then started actually putting the clues together. "Yes, my lord and savior." Benedict retreated after kneeling.

"Now, sadist, what do you want with the kingdom of Christ and his followers?" Jesus Christ himself asked me. "I am no spawn of the Devil." I answered honestly.

"Hmm. A simple misunderstanding, I see." He said, floating towards me. When I say floating, I mean literally. His feet were at least a foot above the ground. His white robes hung to his ankles, showing off the normal looking sandals he wore.

"A Roman." My new sword sparkled. It caught his eye, and he stopped moving. "Jupiter." He (almost) snarled. "I wasn't expecting you for a good while. What is the dire emergency?"

"I am not Jupiter Optimus Maximus, but a Child of Rome." I said, scared down to the last nerve. This was scary. I didn't want anymore to do with super powerful beings. Their stare could wreck you completely.

"Ah, you shouldn't get stuck up here to long. We don't exist in the mortal world. You are asleep, child. Jupiter's blade put you to sleep, once hitting the ground you stood on. You are dreaming, Child of Rome.

Wake up, and know that we don't exist to you yet. If this was the real Roman timeline, you would maybe have two years before Constantine the Great took to the throne and converted to Christianity. Use your time wisely, boy. I will meet you on the field of battle soon enough, and then we will be real. Just remember, we are fake.

We will be real when Constantine takes office." My palms started to sweat, my eyes played tricks again. Wake up, William! I shouted at myself in my head. This is fake! I told myself.

Finally, I felt my real self start to pay attention to my commands. I twitched my legs vaguely. I couldn't really feel it, but I was starting to get back to normal. My eyes went blank, indicating a change.

I opened my eyes. I was laying on the ground, still in the campfire zone. Campers had their eyes glued to something... Then I figured out what it would be. My sword, er- Jupiter's sword was probably there. I couldn't see into the crowd of people on the ground. I checked my body to make sure I wasn't injured.

My clothes had a few holes, I had blood leaking out of one side of my ribcage. My usually straight dirty blonde hair was all frizzed up. Sorry, but I love my hair. It was a mess.

"What should we do, Clarisse?" I heard Perseus Jackson ask. Did they fix it? They couldn't have fixed the memory issue already, but it seemed that they did. I pushed myself up to my knees, waiting in that position for a second. Nobody noticed. They other two romans from my circus tent weren't there. I was the only one left.

I tried to stand up, but ropes pulled my hands back down.

Hey, what's up? Come untie these ropes. I broadcasted that message into someone's head. You will untie these ropes, now. I said again. Finally, a girl from the crowd walked down to my platform. It was normal wood with a post sticking out, ropes tied around it. The girl pulled her sword and slashed straight through my bonds.

It cut like magic, probably only Celestial Cop- Bronze could cut it. No Imperial Gold. Thanks, go back to your seat. I commanded her.

"We've got no clue what's going on!" A girl said. I flew to my feet, noticing a few people were whispering and pointing at me. "Watch out!" A boy yelled from the crowd. I heard swords scraping against the sheath.

"Stand down!" Clarisse yelled. "You may have gotten me last time, but this time, I win." I said firmly. Queue laughter.
"Drop your weapons, child of Rome." Annabeth said. Her eyes weren't actually that grey, or stormy, like everyone else says. "It's best for you." She continued. Remember, you will need it sometime, and at that time, it will be available. I remembered Reyna saying when she gave me my gold tipped stick.

I reached out, trying to act what it would feel like holding it. The rough grain, the warmth of the stick and the coolness of gold. I felt it like a memory, and it appeared to me.

"What kind of sorcery is this?" A guy in the crowd said sarcastically, trying to be like those funny pictures on the internet. I chuckled for a second, remembering a few of the funny ones.

The good news: I had my weapon. The bad news: I didn't know how to use it. Percy flew from the crowd, sword raised like a true gladiator. He was coming in hot with a overhead swing prepared. I quickly grabbed both ends and held it like I was going to bench press, and raised it over my head in enough time.

I braced myself and closed my eyes. Normally, a sharp sword like that would cut through wood. It was no longer the small stick I used to walk around with, but a four foot tall wooden rod that had a scythe blade on one end, and a small ball a little bigger in diameter than the rod itself.

Percy's strike bounced straight off the wood, causing some recoil. He staggered backwards, and so did I. The hit was strong. My right arm started to tingle, so I loosened my grip. Bad idea, because the next strike did not come from the unprepared Percy. Annabeth struck with speeds unfathomable. I dropped the scythe from my right hand, and it hit the ground, causing a ripple. Percy fell over, trying to regain his balance. It struck some people that were unprepared.

My right hand picked up the front part of the scythe, and I swung it forward, towards Percy. It was a really unplanned strike, I just needed to test the weight and heft. It didn't weigh much, but the double-sided Imperial Gold blade had a bit of weight on it. I couldn't swing it quickly, but it seemed to do some damage if it hit.

My strike missed, probably because Percy rolled away. Or, I got full on body slammed. Either one, ya know. I was sent tumbling onto the ground with a surprisingly familiar person. Jason Grace, former Praetor and traitor.

"You f**king son of a b**ch!" I yelled, my rage let loose. I was getting so angry, being pushed around and betrayed. I couldn't believe it. I felt so... restricted. I felt my scythe getting warmer. The ball at the end was glowing with my rage. Jason Grace screamed with pain, as the ball burnt his leg. He jumped off, limping towards the crowd.

"Child of Rome! As your praet-"

"You aren't my praetor!" I yelled. I scrambled to my knees, grabbing hold of my scythe with both hands. I increased my grip, not wanting to drop it. The ball was glowing white hot. I didn't know what to do with the white hot ball, so I charged, ready to strike. It was an aimless charge. I didn't really run towards anyone in specific, but I did it to show I was ready.

It started to rain. I was now standing in the middle of the crowd of 'heroes', about to get f**ked up. I held my scythe like a gun, blade against my arm, ball facing enemy. Panic followed. Suddenly, there was nobody there but the people I was fighting. I realized it had been that way for awhile. Jason Grace was blocking the exit, so I thought about blasting him.

Apparently, my mind was the trigger. Energy burst from the scythe, hitting Jason's right shoulder. He flew backwards, and I heard a cheer from my scythe. A girl cried somewhere behind me. I figured it was Piper, his lover. Next, she charged glass dagger held high. I parried her strike with the ball, and her dagger broke. All seemed to be going to my favor, but I left my back unprotected, and it was all my fault.

A bull ran straight into my back, and I heard a crack. The rain was pouring now. I fell into the mud on my back, looking at the bull.
Where did they get a bull? Frank. The bull turned into a boy, and he looked mad. Also like an Asian baby. I couldn't bring myself to laugh, or even chuckle. The pain of the past events just hit me. My leg seared with the power of my scythe, and my back felt like a blood waterfall. My life was drifting out of me.

I once again, got to my knees and fought to my feet. They looked at me, and only looked. I couldn't move. My knees locked, making me feel helpless. They all charged at once. This was going to hurt. I could feel the anticipation in my head. I felt like my brain had it's own pulse. It beat to my heart, giving me constant pain. They were closing in. I prepared my body for huge impact.

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