Are some things worth dying for? You bet they are

xXxPercyxXx

I woke up, drenched in sweat. Something wasn't right. Of course something wasn't right. It had been all wrong since the winter Council of the Gods. I sighed as I pulled myself out of my bunk in the Fifth Cohorts barracks. I pulled myself up and got on my feet. Looking around, I saw it was still dark outside. Sighing, I pulled my sword, the famous Riptide, from the scabbard on the wall and put it in its magical sheathe that turned the sword into a seemingly harmless ballpoint pen. Whenever I needed the sword, the pen cap came off, and boom, I would be holding a three-foot long Imperial gold Centurions sword that fit perfectly only for me.

I exited the barracks and saw the new kid, Gwen, sleeping on her watch duty. Sighing again, I drew Riptide and used a basic move to take her off her sleeping feet. She yelped as she hit the ground then scrambled to stand up again, this time at attention. "C-centurion Percy, I'm sorry." I grunted. "What if there had been an intruder? Octavian is very, very jealous of my new position. The slimy weasel could've come in, killed me, and been on his merry way before you even woke up." She seemed flustered at the thought of Octavian killing anybody(A/N: Hehe…). "But, sir, aren't there laws against that kind of stuff?" I scoffed. "Octavian doesn't follow the rules, much less the laws." Being the son of Neptune, you would think I wouldn't be very popular, right? Wrong. I was one of the most talked-to people in Camp Neptune.(A/N: I know, obviously Jupiter is the king of the gods, but I want Neptune to be the king of the gods for this series.)

She blinked a couple times, then stopped. "Yes sir. Sorry sir." I nodded and continued on my way. "Just watch yourself, probatio."

Just when I thought I wouldn't be interrupted, the Fifth Cohorts' Lar, Increpo. "Increpo, what do you want?" The purple spirit bowed before me. "Apologies, Centurion. You sense the tension between Jupiter and your father?" I nodded grimly. "Yes, I do. I fear war is coming." The Lar nodded solemnly. "If they can't make up, which is highly unlikely, the two balances of power will meet and destroy each other." I blinked. "Increpo, what do you mean?" The Lar waved the question away. "Go now, to your fathers' temple." He pointed the Temple Hill, where clouds surrounded my fathers temple. "Oh crap. Gotta run." And so I did.

I pushed open the door to Neptune's temple in time for the augur, Octavian, look into, or even past, my soul. "And you will fail to save what matters most in the end."