Chapter 1: The Return

Zeus laughed at Hades' joke. "Brother, that was funny." In the light of the defeat of Gaia, every god, Roman and Greek, had come together to have fun. Even Athena was managing to get along.

"Soooooo Bellona, how's the war in the East going?" Athena asked uncertainly.

"Quite well actually. Taliban fighters die every day." Bellona sighed happily.

"For every Taliban fighter, an Western soldier must die as well," Nemesis said in a low voice.

"Way to kill the mood, Nemesis!" Dionysus yelled.

Poseidon started to tell a joke.

"So a satyr, a Spartan and a priest walk into a party…" Poseidon started. But he never finished. Rachel Dare stumbled in, her hair a mess and green smoke pouring from her mouth.

The father of the legions will rise again.

Born from a rock, he stands firm.

Pater, Leo, Corax, Perses, Miles; his followers he calls,

The most valued will fall.

"What? What do you mean?" Zeus shouted as Rachel collapsed. Suddenly, a blinding ray of sunlight appeared at the door, and a man's face appeared in it. He was wearing French Revolution garb, except he was armed with a staff. He wore the Phygian cap, a sign of liberty everywhere.

"You," Bellona snarled.

"Yes. Me," said the head. "My son is back. My 6th to be exact. He was made into an immortal demigod. My 13th son his helping him. The Romans fought us a long time ago, and eventually the Greeks did too. You worshipped me until the Roman and Greek Christians converted my followers. Now it is time for you to suffer." His face disappeared into the sunlight and was gone. Nobody spoke. Then Apollo edged forward.

"Was that who I think it was?" He said timidly.

"Yes. Mithra has returned." Zeus said gravely.

Jen, daughter of Mercury, and Fred, son of Hecate, stood guard at Camp Jupiter. Since the end of the Giant War, both camps had teams of soldiers at the other camps. It was a dark and misty night and they were guarding the entrance.

"Do you ever wonder why we're here?" Jen asked, not noticing the 2 shadowy figures behind them. These figures unsheathed silver gladii. One came up behind Fred, and slashed his throat without a sound.

"Fred? Are you there?" She peered over at his post. She screamed when she saw the body, but she was cut off by a flash of silver. The hooded figures retreated into the shadows waiting to strike again…..

A/N: Who ever can tell me where the quote that Jen said came from, I'll include your OC!

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