Chapter 1: Alone and Forgotten

To never forget the horrors of the past

The sun burned on his skin. Drops of sweat slid from his forehead as he continued walking. They had said that all the roads led to Rome. But they hadn't mentioned that those roads were heavy and long. Very long, he thought bitterly. He looked around him, searching for a place to rest. The place was deserted and dry. A few dry shrubs covered the surface. When he finally saw a rock, he went over there and sat on it.

It had been a hard and long travel. He had survived it though - until now. There wasn't a single night when he wasn't haunted by his memories, so he hadn't been sleeping very well, and there hadn't been a single day when he wasn't surrounded by trouble.

With his hand, he touched the scar on his arm. The arrow had gone deep. It had taken weeks to heal. Those damn Romans. Wasn't stealing my country enough for you?

He knew that they hadn't known who he was. He was too secretive for that. He still regretted that stupid action he had made when he was ten: revealing his name and status to some kid he'd just met. Saying "Hey! My name is Perseus Jackson and I'm the prince of Greece!" to a Roman wasn't that smart. Percy snorted. Not smart at all. His name was on every wanted list in Rome, now. Good thing they didn't know his appearance though.

He put his sword out of its scabbard = and inspected the blade. It had lost its sharpness after all the fighting, but if you put that aside, it was an excellent sword. Great balance and strong steel. It was Celestial Bronze after all. The Romans had instructed the blacksmiths in Greece to stop making swords made of Celestial Bronze and to start working with Imperial Gold, which was the trademark of Rome when it came to steel.

Luckily, Percy's childhood friend Beckendorf was good in forging. So they made a deal. If Beckendorf made a Greek sword, he didn't own Percy anymore for helping him to get his girlfriend, Silena, when they were young.

Percy's face darkened when he thought of Silena. He had heard from Beckendorf that she had sided with the Romans even before the attack on Athene. That she had told him that before they broke up, to make things easier. Percy could tell Beckendorf was still not over her.

He had visited him a few months ago to check up on him. Before that, they hadn't seen each other for 4 years, when Percy was 13. Blame the Romans.

The attack of Athene was now one of the most memorable moments of the Roman empire. His father and the king (A/N: Yes... King. I don't like the title emperor... And this is an AU, so...) of Rome had fought against each other since the rise of the Roman empire. After they had taken Athene, they had Greece.

The Romans' greatest threat was annihilated. After one year, they had conquered most realms around them. Annihilating every possible threat. That king of them was truly paranoid... Because of that, my parents...

His thoughts were cut of when someone hit the back of his head. His vision went black. "Sorry man, but we have to do this. Let's go Connor", a guy said to his comrade before Percy went unconscious.


When Percy opened his eyes, he found himself laying on hot sand,. His head was throbbing and he could barely move. He looked at his body and noticed why. His hands and feet were tied up. His shoes were gone, such as his bag and sword. He cursed in Greek. Robbed by some mere thieves.

Still, he couldn't be mad at them. In the past 9 years, his mind was set on only one thing: surviving. And he had survived. Even if he had to rob food and golden coins. He couldn't use drachmae inside the Roman empire anymore without losing his head.

He looked around him and saw the rock he had been sitting on not so long ago. He crawled toward the rock and began to cut the robe around his hands, using a sharp edge of the rock. It took his a while, but it worked. When his hands were free, he began to rub his slightly red wrists.

He was about to cut the robe around is feet, when he saw a carriage coming toward him. He tried to focus his sight, but suddenly had a headache. That hit on his head was harder than he thought.

His vision blurred when he saw three men, or six, hovering over him. The robe around his feet was cut through, but instead Percy's hands were in chains. He tried to resist, only to be smashed into the ground by two men. If only I had my sword... he thought before losing consciousness again.


[A/N]: Thank you for the views, reviews, follows and favorites! It really helps me a lot ;D Next chapter will be updated as soon as possible! My question to you guys is: what/which couple(s) should I use? You can choose out of these: Percabeth, Jasper, Jeyna, Thalico, Perlia, Frazeleo, Lazel, Frazel or/and Pertemis. ;)

I'll try to make the chapters longer ;) If you have any tips for me, please say so! I want to improve my writing ;) 'Till next time!

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