Hey guys! So this is the first chapter of this story, which formerly was my SYOC but then I was informed that SYOCs are actually illegal so I stopped updating that and created this. Anyways... here's the first chapter:

David:

IT WAS AUGUST 3rd, 2060, AND DAVID MAGEE was sitting on his bunk in the barracks of the Fifth Cohort, thinking about, well, everything. As a son of Minerva, he was usually thinking about something. He had a little bit of free time now, and he had planned to play a war game. However, he had stayed out in New Rome a lot later than he had planned yesterday, so he decided to rest during his free time.

He laughed, remembering his argument with some of his friends with the other cohorts about which one was the best. About fifty years ago, his cohort would have never have been in that discussion, especially in the time period between when Jason Grace, the son of Jupiter was lost and Percy Jackson, son of Neptune was found. But after the Giant War, the Fifth rose up to be the most respected cohort in the twelfth legion. All four members who went to the Roman camp out of the prophecy of seven, and two Praetors? None of the other cohorts had ever had something like that. Obviously, they somewhat balanced out over the next fifty years, but if you were chosen for the fifth, you had to have good potential. It wasn't like that in Percy or Jason's time though, he remembered from his reading of these stories by some Rick Riordan guy.

Percy and Jason. The deaths of those two rocked the demigod world completely. All of the seven demigods of the prophecy died within ten years of each other. Now since demigods had a short life expectancy, it's not too surprising, but it is kind of weird. Percy and Jason were the last of the seven to die, and after their death's things became chaotic. It started off slowly at first, but it became worse and worse, and tensions rose between the Greeks and the Romans. Then, exactly fifteen years ago, exactly five days after he was born, the incident occurred. The Greeks and the Romans, who were living together for thirty-five years before that, split up. They moved back to their respective camps; and although they were in contact with each other, problems often arose. His train of thought was interrupted by his best friend Othello Daniels, a son of Venus, running into the barracks.

"Hey Ted," David greeted him. "Did you know that in 2012, a movie came called Ted?"

"What was it about?" Ted asked.

"A teddy bear," David replied. "But he grew up and was dating girls and-"

"I don't want to know," Ted interrupted. "I came because the Praetors wanted to talk to you. They said it was urgent." That worried David. The Praetors rarely talked to him unless something was wrong. He got along with them just fine, but their duties prevented them from having a ton of free time, and since they weren't incredibly close, they didn't see each other too often.

"Alright," David said. "See you later." Then with a casual wave, he left in the direction of the Principa. Sitting there on the two purple Praetor chairs was Tyra Starlight, the red haired daughter of Jupiter, and Ralph Ritz, the blonde haired son of Neptune. Ralph had been Praetor since David arrived in the legion, but Tyra only took over the position less than a year ago when Octavian III, descendent of Octavian the augur, was kicked out of office for abuse of his power. There was even evidence he blackmailed people to vote for him, and that the polls were rigged.

"Have a seat," Ralph ordered. "I'm going to get straight to the point. The Greeks have just accused us of sending a spy into their camp."

"And…" David said.

"We never agreed or permitted a spy to be sent to the Greek camp," Tyra stated. "But someone else, perhaps, like a centurion, who makes a decent amount of money… well someone like that could have convinced someone to send a spy over." It took a few seconds for David to realize what she meant. He was a centurion, and he worked part-time in New Rome in their coffee shop.

"Are you saying that it's my fault?" demanded David. "You are accusing me of sending a spy over to the Greek camp without your permission? On what grounds?"

"Well," Tyra mentioned, "you have said before that you would like to get to know the defenses of the Greek camp."

"And," Ralph added, "you have theorized about sending a spy to Camp Half-Blood." Both of those things were true, and they all knew it. But he would never, under any circumstances, do something of that magnitude without at least informing his Praetors. This is exactly what he proceeded to tell his Praetors.

"We trust you," Tyra said. "We trust your word. So if you say this, we'll believe it." Then David spotted Aurum and Argentum, the silver and gold dogs which formerly belonged to Praetor Reyna, who worked with both Jason Grace and Percy Jackson. But he didn't say anything. "But we must be cautious, and find out who did this so they can be properly punished. Needless to say, the Greeks are angry."

"But how do we know he's a spy? What if the Greeks are wrong?" David questioned.

"Because he used to go to our camp," Ralph answered. "His name is Jake Milligan, and this is what happened…"

Jade:

JADE ELLIOT, the fifteen year old daughter of Hades, was sitting in her cabin, all alone. Even though the Big Three, Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades, decided to stop their pact of no children of the Big Three, they still rarely had children, and most of them who were born were killed. Take that Antwan kid, for example. He was a son of Zeus, who got one quest about five years ago and died just one day after he left camp. I'm not going to end up like that, she vowed to herself. But it won't matter anyways, she thought bitterly. Nobody's leaving camp anytime soon. Due to the increased tensions between the Greeks and the Romans, there were fears that once outside camp boundaries, you may be hunted down by the Romans. And three years ago, while three of the Greeks were on a quest, these suspicions were heightened by –

"Jade!" her friend Caroline shouted as she burst into her cabin and interrupting her train of thought. Caroline was a daughter of Demeter, and actually was probably her best friend. She was fourteen years old, and had strawberry blonde hair which went down to her back. She was only 5'2", but they were the same height.

"Hey Caroline," Jade greeted her warmly. "What are you doing? I thought you have to work in the strawberry fields now."

"I do," she said, "but before I go there, I have to tell you that that you need to interrogate that spy."

"Why do we need to interrogate him?" Jade asked. "Haven't we already accused the Romans of sending him?"

"Well yes, but he never said that," she replied. "We just took a wild guess. I mean, who else would send a spy?"

"So why do I have to interrogate him?"

"We need to be sure," Caroline said. "At least, that's what Matt said." Matt was the unofficial leader of the Greeks, and was kind of running everything that went on here, along with Chiron of course. And Caroline had the slightest crush on him, which Jade knew.

"But why me?" Jade asked.

"Well you can be cold and cruel, right?" Caroline replied with a smirk. "Hey, at least you get to meet the guy right?" So Jade left, giving Caroline a glare as she stalked over towards the Big House, which somehow still survived the thirty years we weren't occupying the camp. But she never went inside the Big House, but instead went down a trapdoor right next to the stairwell, which led to a lower floor by ladder. There was a hallway, and a bunch of rooms, and at the end of the hallway was a mini mess hall. She walked into the room labeled I-1 and sat down in a chair. She was facing a boy with black hair, icy blue eyes, and a Camp Half-Blood shirt which he was playing with and picking at.

"Jake Milligan," Jade said coldly. Jake came to our camp a few weeks ago, and he claimed to have at one point seen a caduceus appear above his head, the symbol of Hermes claiming him. But he never seemed… Greek. He always seemed like he didn't belong here, and he accepted the fact that he was a demigod oddly easily, easier than anyone. So one day he was found reporting to someone on our actions, and he was captured then. "I know you're a spy. But I-"

"Need to know who sent me?" he asked. "Well that's not gonna happen. There's absolutely no way that I will ever tell you who sent me." And the interrogation went on for a few minutes, although there wasn't any torture used. Greek policy.

Well that went well, Jade thought as she rolled her eyes, while Jake had a smirk playing across his face as she left. She had got absolutely nowhere, not that she tried really hard. That stupid little brat, she thought to herself. Did he really think he could just spy on us and get away with it? And the worst part is, we can't make him tell us anything. Sometimes life could be really challenging.

Axel:

AXEL GRAYSON had just gotten out of an argument with his best friend, Jessica, because for the third time this year, she had beaten up his new girlfriend, and now his ex. He moved in with Jessica in San Francisco when he was six and she was five, because Jessica's housekeeper adopted him. Now, twelve years later, they were still living together and were best friends, despite the whole she-beat-up-my-girlfriend-and-caused-her-to-break-up-with-me thing. The funny thing, or at least Axel thought it was funny, was that Jessica didn't like him. She was just super possessive of her friends, especially Axel.

So Axel was sitting in his room when Jessica came in, and she looked very upset. "Look," she said, I'm sorry for beating up your girlfriend, Axel thought. "I'm sorry for beating up your girlfriend," she said. It's just that sometimes, I overreact and I thought I would never get to hang out with you again. "It's just that sometimes, I overreact and I thought I would never get to hang out with you again. I just-"

"Save it Jess," Axel interrupted. "I know you're sorry, but I've heard this speech three times this year and I know what you're going to say. Besides, I didn't like her that much anyways."

"Thanks Axel," she said, and then she sat down.

After a few minutes of silence, Axel spoke up. "Don't you ever want something exciting to happen?"

"What do you mean?" Jessica asked.

"Well," Axel said, "sometimes stuff gets, well, boring here. No offense to you," he added quickly, "I love it here, but sometimes I want a little more adventure, excitement. I always thought it would be cool to, you know, take charge in a battle or something, like those soldiers in the Roman Empire."

"Yeah," she replied, "there would be a lot of blood and gore." The weird thing about that was, Jessica said that wistfully, almost as if she wished she could see it. "Just like my plays." She was a scriptwriter too, and an actress, or as close as you can get to being one in high school, and she and Axel had played major roles in her plays before. They weren't exactly happy plays, and often included many deaths, but people liked them enough.

Just then the doorbell rang. "I got it!" Jess said and ran down to the door, and Axel slowly walked down the stairs to see who she was talking to. He came down the stairs to be watching Jessica talking to a buff guy who was very tall, maybe six foot three, and had light brown hair and warm brown eyes. He looked about sixteen years old. Standing next to him was a girl who looked to be the same age, maybe a year younger. She had straight red hair which went down to her shoulders, but the oddest thing about her was her eyes. One eye was yellow, but the other was blue, which really freaked Axel out.

"Alright," said the buff guy, "my name is Jack Martin, son of Ceres. Yes, I meant the Roman goddess. They're still alive. I have no time to explain right now, we gotta go before the Greeks get here. So are you coming or not?" He spoke very quickly and didn't leave any time for interruptions or questions. Well, Axel thought, it looks like something exciting is going to happen after all.

So that's the end of chapter 1. Now review pretty please with a cherry on top. See, I even said please. Now if I have time to say please you have time to review.