A/N: All characters and setting are credited to Rick Riordan and this story is fair use and NON-COMMERCIAL.
"Today we embark on a new age of empire
Today we begin a new era of prosperity
Today we create a new generation of success,
Today we bring about a new decade of welfare, and
TODAY we gave birth to a new nation.
Romans, now is the time of breakthrough, this is the day of transformation. As I finish this inauguration speech we are now the New Sun, the dark ages of Camp Jupiter has faded and now we begin the great leap forward," exclaimed the voice of Camp Jupiter's new leader Gaius Caesar Germanicus, known to the public as "little boots" or Caligula. "Jason Grace, please lead the pledge of patriotism."
Redness appeared in the eye of the former praetor and he curled his hands into a fist. The essence of his anger spread through the senatorial assembly, without a warning, lightning cracked on the sky. Twinks of hope appeared in the eyes of senators, however, it was quickly replaced by fear as the bolt of lightning, sent by the most powerful demigod in Camp Jupiter, got intercepted by a ball of solar wind.
"I 'apologize' for the unexpected interruption. Jason Grace, please lead the pledge of patriotism."
I pledge myself to the New Sun empire,
To not form any political parties,
To not criticize anything of the government,
To pay excessive amounts of taxes,
And this…
Pause.
"Jason Grace, continue the pledge."
And this I oath under Apollo, god of archery and truth.
After the dismissal of the council, a blazing red ball of Hydrogen and Helium engulfed Jason Grace, and before Piper could even register what happened, she burst out into tears. The one person that taught her love, despite being the daughter of love. The one person who truly understood her. The one person she can share her dreams and laugher with. The one person just disappeared in the hands of a power-hungry dictator.
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"JASON GRACE"
The voice of Caligula boomed all around Jason, a hyperventilating teen who looked like he's in an oven.
"What makes you think that you have power over me, the emperor. Remember you are nothing, praetor. Your camp is nothing. The stupid republic is nothing. You are all just dirt and slaves under my rule, and you will always be. Because I'm immortal and you are not. All your taxes go to me. Remember this no one, not even you, son of Jupiter, can challenge my rule"
In the heat and pain, Jason spoke, "No you, remember this:
You said we will begin a new era of prosperity, but we began a new era of depression
You said we will create a new generation of success, but we created a new generation of decline
You said we will bring about a new decade of welfare, but we are a new decade of misery
You said we gave birth to a new nation, but we only gave birth to a new tyranny.
You let us take the oath of patriotism, but you are the one here not keeping your promise. This, as well as capturing me is enough for campers to rebel. Abuse of your power is your fatal flaw, and it will be fatal, despite your immortality."
"ENOUGH, let me show you how it feels like to burn under the New Sun."
Tears filled up Jason's eyes, he forced a small smile, "you are not burning me. You are buring the hearts of Rome."
Soon, the person who dared go against the emperor evaporated. But his fighting spirit still remains in the souls of Romans.
A/N: How was it? I have another story, Civilizations Unite if you like themes of nationalism. Please review.