Ch. 4

Percy was led by his sister Hazel down the Via Praetoria and towards the city of New Rome. They took their time as they walked as Hazel told Percy about her past life; her mother, her one encounter with their father and their eventual move to Alaska. Hazel became a little uncomfortable when she talked about living in Alaska until Percy told her to tell him when she was ready. It was clear that whatever happened in Alaska was the reason she was trying to achieve her redemption in this life. Percy promised himself that he would do whatever he had to in order to make sure his new sister was here to stay and not just on a quick visit back to the world of the living. He may have only just met her but if there was one thing Percy remembered about himself it was that family was important to him and that now included Hazel.

"So you really grew up in the Underworld?" Hazel asked in awe as he told her what he remembered from his life. He decided that since Hazel was family, she deserved to know the truth. He did leave out the part about being Greek though as that would only lead to him having explain things he didn't exactly have answers for like where he had been for the past three years.

Percy nodded, "Don't get too excited, I spent the majority of my time training. But after my Mom died, it was nice to have a family again."

Hazel's face became a bit saddened as she thought about her mother until Percy noticed and slipped an arm around her, "You know that includes you too right?"

Hazel's face morphed into a warm smile, "Thanks Percy, it's nice to know I'm not alone anymore."

Percy smiled, "Never again sis, I promise."

As they approached the city, Percy jumped back in surprise when a previously inanimate statue came to life.

"No weapons inside the Pomerian Line." The statue said sternly as its armless body looked Percy up and down.

"Whoa, is that a talking statue?" Percy asked confused as he looked at Hazel.

Hazel bit back a laugh and shook her head, "This is Terminus. He is the God of Borders here in New Rome."

"Hazel Levesque, who is this outsider you are trying to bring into my city?" Terminus asked in a haughty tone.

Hazel rolled her eyes, "This is my brother, Percy Jackson and he is being admitted into the legion. He has his test in about thirty minutes at the coliseum." She replied in an annoyed tone.

Terminus turned back to Percy with a suspicious look, "A son of Pluto you say? You smell like a son of another god."

Percy narrowed his eyes as a shadow consumed the statue of Terminus and deposited him a few feet away from his pedestal where the god of borders landed on the ground with a thud.

"I am a son of Pluto and I don't like to be questioned about it." Percy growled at the stunned border god.

"How dare you?" Terminus growled before he vanished from his spot on the ground and reappeared on his pedestal. "Turn over your weapons immediately you little upstart."

Percy rolled his eyes, "I need them in the coliseum, so no."

Hazel put a hand on Percy's arm, "You can't bring weapons inside the city. You will get them back when it's time for your test."

Percy sighed and pulled the pen out of his pocket and slipped it into a bin beside Terminus' pedestal and started to walk past the border before Terminus shrieked indignantly.

"Turn over the ring on your finger as well boy. Don't think I can't spot an enchanted weapon a mile away." Terminus said increduously.

Percy slid the ring off and looked at Terminus.

"And the bracelet on your wrist?" Terminus asked.

Percy put a hand to his wrist but stopped, "No. This stays with me. It's not a weapon, it's a shield and I never take it off." He said in a determined tone.

Terminus glared at him before huffing loudly, "Just get moving boy, I don't have all day to deal with you. I have borders to protect."

Percy rolled his eyes as he and Hazel walked past the Pomerian Line and into the city of New Rome. Hazel looked at Percy curiously, "Why so protective of your bracelet?"

Percy stopped as his hand went to the bracelet on his wrist. His brow was furrowed as he tried to think of why he refused to part with it.

"I don't know actually. I just know it means a lot to me and I'm not taking it off for anyone, god or not." Percy said as he ran his fingers over the silver and black bracelet on his wrist. He tried to remember where he got it but the answer seemed just out of his grasp as he felt an all-too familiar headache begin to form in his head.

He shook his head and cleared his mind as he knew this would only lead to frustration. He allowed Hazel to show him around the city. She led him to the Senate House and then the Forum before leading him to the Circus Maximus. After a short tour of the city, the siblings began to make their way to the coliseum for Percy's test as the time was drawing near.

"So what does this test entail anyway? I assumed it was some type combat but what exactly will I be fighting?" Percy asked a little excitedly.

Hazel looked at him confused about why he seemed excited, "Percy, you will have to fight the Centurions from each cohort until you lose. Once you lose, whatever cohorts are willing to take you will offer you a place but the centurions are mostly the best fighters in the legion. You're in for a long afternoon."

"Mostly?" Percy asked.

Hazel scowled, "Octavian is the senior centurion of the first cohort even if he couldn't fight his way out of wet paper bag."

Percy chuckled, "Good. I will make sure to take my time when I get to him then."

Hazel stopped, "Percy, no one makes it to the first cohort's centurions. You have the fight them one after another without break." She explained seriously.

Percy smirked, "Nothing never happens sis, it just has yet to be done."

Hazel shook her head, "Well I hope you're right. I've always wanted to see Octavian put in his place even if you did a pretty good job earlier in front of Reyna."

Percy smiled, "So what happens if I defeat all the centurions?"

Hazel smirked, "Then you would fight Reyna and I promise you wouldn't want that. She is the most skilled warrior I've met, even better than Jason."

"Jason?" He asked.

Hazel frowned, "The other praetor but he disappeared about a month ago right after he got back from a quest."

Percy's eyes widened as his mind began to race but before he could think much about it, Hazel grabbed his arm and pulled him into the coliseum before he was late for his test.

Hazel brought Percy to Reyna before she gave him a hug and left to find her cohort to watch the test in the stands.

Reyna handed Percy his pen and ring, "Good luck Jackson." She said formally.

Percy nodded and took a step towards the entrance of the arena before he paused and turned back to Reyna, "My sister tells me you're the best warrior in camp. I look forward to finding out for myself." He said before turning back around and walking into the arena. Reyna looked at Percy in disbelief before smirking at his cocky attitude, sure that he would soon be brought down a peg or two.

Percy stood confidently in the middle of the arena as the crowd thundered around him. He thought he would be a little uncomfortable in front of so many people but found himself surprisingly invigorated by the crowd. A number of legionnaires were yelling at him to put on armor but he ignored them and waited for the event to begin.

After a few more minutes, Reyna silenced the crowd by raising her hand, "Perseus Jackson, son of Pluto has been admitted into the legion today and now seeks a cohort to accept him. As tradition, he will fight the centurions of each cohort starting with the fifth and continue on to the first until he is defeated. The first match will be against Centurion Dakota from cohort five."

An average sized kid came out of the other side of the arena dressed in full roman armor with a spear in hand. Percy looked at his face with confusion as his lips were stained red and he kept taking sips from a flask as he walked towards Percy.

"Are you drunk?" Percy asked incredulously.

The centurion rolled his eyes, "It's cool-aid, relax newbie. Where's your armor?"

Percy smirked as a shadow wrapped around his body covering him in pitch-black lightweight Roman style armor.

Dakota's eyes widened, "Weapon?"

Percy's smirk grew as he held out his hand and his spear shot out the ground and into his hand as the crowd fell silent, all looking at Percy with surprise and now anticipation.

Dakota frowned, "Cool trick but it won't help you. I'm centurion for a reason kid."

Percy simply raised an eyebrow and got himself into a ready position for the fight to start.

Reyna, who was watching Percy curiously, looked down at the arena, "Begin!" She shouted.

Dakota wasted no time in charging at Percy. He thrust his spear at Percy's midsection but Percy batted the strike aside with his own spear before he flipped it in his hand and swung the butt of it straight up catching Dakota in the jaw and forcing him to bite his tongue painfully before Percy slammed the butt into his forehead with a strong enough strike to send the centurion to the ground unconscious.

Percy stepped back stood straight up as he turned to Reyna who was looking at him in shock.

After a second she regained her composure, "Perseus Jackson wins. Bring Centurion Dakota to the infirmary. Next up is Centurion Gwenn also from cohort five."

A few Apollo legionnaires removed Dakota from the arena as a girl with brown hair and green eyes walked into the arena looking at Percy nervously. Percy couldn't help but think how familiar she looked.

Gwenn walked forward eyeing Percy warily and was surprised when Percy smiled at her, "A daughter of Ceres?"

Gwenn nodded, "Yes why?"

Percy shrugged, "She is my grandmother and I am quite fond of her."

Gwenn's eyes widened, "Grandmother?"

Percy nodded, "I am the son of Pluto but also adopted by Proserpina."

Gwenn's jaw dropped but before she could reply, Reyna shouted at them to begin.

Unlike Dakota, Gwenn wielded a sword and did not attack Percy blindly. Percy's spear vanished as he pulled a pen out of his pocket. Gwenn looked at him confused making Percy smirk as he uncapped it as it elongated into Anaklusmos.

Gwenn's eyes widened when she saw his blade, "Is that a Greek engraving?" She asked in shock.

Percy looked the sword and cursed himself for not remembering that. He shrugged, "It was a gift from a friend. Greek or not, it's a powerful weapon that I am proud to wield." He explained as he remembered his patron giving him the blade years earlier.

Gwenn nodded and swiped at Percy's legs but he blocked easily and sent a half-hearted strike at Gwenn who blocked as well. The two went back and forth for a minute as Percy held back but made it look like he was trying to defeat her. No one in the stands noticed he wasn't going full-speed but after a minute Gwenn locked his blade with hers as they stood only inches apart.

"What are you doing?" She hissed. "You're holding back."

Percy smiled and acted like he was trying to push her back, "Did you wish to be defeated like the last centurion? I would never dishonor my grandmother by making her children look weak. I'm sorry Gwenn but I've spent my entire life training so fighting comes easily to me." He said before he flicked his wrist as Gwenn's sword went flying out of her hand. Percy put his blade up to her throat, "Yield?"

Gwenn's eyes widened and she nodded, "I yield."

Percy stepped back and capped his sword as it returned to its pen form. The crowd applauded what they deemed a good match as Gwenn walked back to the end of arena she came from.

"From cohort four, Centurion Bobby." Reyna yelled from the stands.

Bobby wasted no time once Reyna started the match, pulling out his bow and sending a volley of arrows at Percy who activated his shield and took cover behind it. He twisted the ring on his finger as his bow appeared in his free hand. He waited until Bobby's arrows ran out before popping out from behind his shield with a bow of his own and notching an arrow as Bobby looked at him in shock.

Percy fired an arrow before Bobby could react, impaling the likely son of Apollo in the leg as he dropped to a knee. Percy notched another arrow as the crowd looked at him in shock as he took aim at Bobby's head. Reyna stood up to stop Percy when a shadow appeared over his bow. When it vanished, a boxing glove was at the end of the arrow as Percy grinned and fired the arrow, catching the demigod in the jaw and sending him to the ground holding his quickly swelling face.

Reyna looked at Percy in shock before ordering medics to attend to Bobby as she called out the senior centurion from cohort four. Percy made quick work of the next four centurions using a different weapon to defeat each as the crowd looked at him in more and more awe.

Percy now stood across from the centurion from cohort two, a burly son of Mars who strutted into the arena with an arrogant smirk on his face.

"Don't think you're getting past me punk. I'm the best swordsman in this camp. Just because you beat those weaklings from cohorts three four and five doesn't mean squat. They're where they are for a reason." He sneered.

Percy looked at the centurion incredulously, "Who pissed in your Wheaties this morning kid?"

The centurion, Mark, glared at Percy, "You're going to get taught a lesson kid."

Percy rolled his eyes as he uncapped Anaklusmos and waved the arrogant demigod over. Mark didn't even wait for Reyna to tell them to begin as he charged Percy, bringing his sword down in a downward arc aimed at his head. Percy stepped to the side, unimpressed with the skill the son of Mars had boasted about.

Percy blocked the next few strikes from Mark before he sprung onto offense, his blade was a blur of bronze as he made several shallow cuts the Mark's legs and arms before he feinted a strike and jumped to the side and smacked Mark somewhat hard in the side of the head with the flat of his blade. The son of Mars stumbled forward in shock.

"What happened to being the best swordsman in camp? That first centurion from the fifth cohort was more skilled than you and he was drunk." Percy taunted trying to bring the demigod's ego down a bit.

"Shut your mouth Pluto spawn. You and your sister are nothing but freaks, no wonder your father isn't allowed on Olympus." Mark sneered.

Percy's eyes flashed with anger but he bit his tongue and waited.

"That's right. You can't even respond because even you know it's true." He taunted Percy.

Mark stalked towards Percy and raised his blade over his head in an effort to make the strike as powerful as he could but Percy lunged forward and slammed a fist in the slow son of Mars mouth, knocking a couple teeth out in the process.

Mark stumbled back in shock as he spit his teeth onto the ground. He looked at Percy with rage in his eyes before charging again. He swung his sword wildly at Percy who raised Anaklusmos and blocked each strike before kicking Mark in the knee causing it to give out. As Mark stood on a knee Percy slammed his fist into Mark's jaw with a powerful strike knocking him onto the ground.

Percy waited a second to make sure he wasn't getting up again before turning to walk away. When his back was turned, Mark climbed to his feet with his sword in hand as he raised it to attack Percy from behind.

Hazel jumped to her feet and screamed to warn her brother but it was too late. Mark brought his blade down on Percy's neck.

The entire coliseum watched in horror. They all gasped when the sword reached Percy's neck and Percy's body dissolved into shadows, the sword passing through as if through air.

Percy reappeared behind the son of Mars with a look of rage on his face as he grabbed Mark by the hair and roughly pulled him back before he threw several heavy handed punches into Mark's shocked face. Percy dragged him to the ground and slammed his fists into Mark's bloody face a few more times before he stood up.

"You coward," Percy snarled. "You do not even deserve the honor of being a member of the Twelfth Legion of Rome. You are a disgrace to all Romans and your father."

Percy pulled the son of Mars to his feet before dragging him to the side of the arena and throwing him in front of the seat where Reyna sat in shocked silence.

"My apologies praetor but this centurion fights without honor." He said as he bowed his head to Reyna who regained her composure.

Reyna nodded as her eyes flickered to Mark with a look of disgust, "Take him to the lockup. I will decide his punishment later." She said as two legionnaires snatched up the bloody and dazed son of Mars and dragged him out of the coliseum.

Percy smiled at Reyna, "I am sorry for losing my temper praetor but I am ready to continue the test."

Reyna looked at Percy a little surprised and couldn't help but smile back and nodded, "Very well Perseus; return to the arena."

The first centurion from cohort one walked out the other end of the arena. She was a beautiful girl with dark hair that was cut choppy like she was trying to make herself look less beautiful but it didn't work. She had slightly darker skin like she was part Native American and her eyes seemed to constantly be changing color like a kaleidoscope.

Percy eyed the girl warily, something about her seemed dangerous.

Reyna looked down at the two combatants before giving them the signal to begin.

The girl pulled out an imperial gold gladius and began to walk towards Percy slowly, her eyes watching him carefully. Percy uncapped Anaklusmos and mirrored the centurion's movements.

Suddenly the girl stopped, "Drop your sword legionnaire." She said in a commanding but surprisingly soft tone as she looked right into Percy's eyes.

He suddenly felt the strong desire to comply with her command until he caught himself and smirked, "A daughter of Venus? I hope you have more to go on than a pretty face and strong charmspeaking abilities."

The girl's eyes widened in surprised before she narrowed them and charged at Percy. Percy was shocked at the speed and power the girl possessed; she was by far the most skilled fighter he had faced so far. She kept up her attack as Percy stayed on the defensive until she overextended on a jab allowing Percy to sidestep and attack.

He threw and experimental jab at her legs but she spun to the right and slashed at Percy who barely managed to block. The girl came out of nowhere with a dagger and slashed at Percy's exposed left side forcing him to fall forward and roll to avoid the dagger and her sword. Percy barely got to his feet in time to avoid her dagger again but slashed a gash across her arm drawing and angry growl from the centurion as she stepped back to regain her composure.

"Impressive." Percy said seriously.

Instead of replying, the centurion charged again swinging her blade at Percy's legs forcing him to jump over it only to get kicked hard in the chest making him stumble back.

Percy narrowed his eyes and focused as the girl charged again. This time when she slashed at him Percy blocked her blade and stepped inside the reach of her sword and slammed her hand with the hilt of Anaklusmos causing her to drop her sword. The centurion swung her dagger wildly as he tried to push Percy back so she could regain her sword.

Percy blocked her first two strikes and pushed back. The girl was about to charge back forward but hesitated when Percy tossed his blade in the air giving him the chance to drop down low and sweep her legs out from under her. The centurion landed on her back as Percy caught Anaklusmos in his hand again. Before she could react Percy stepped on her hand that held the dagger, pinning it to the ground before he pointed his blade at her throat.

"Yield?" He asked tiredly.

The girl frowned but nodded as Percy removed his blade and offered her his hand. She looked surprised but took it as Percy pulled her to her feet.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Piper, Piper McLean." She replied.

Percy smiled, "You are a very skilled fighter; the best I've faced today by far."

Piper smiled back, "Thanks. You're not so bad yourself."

Percy extended his hand, a move that seemed to surprise Piper but she recovered and grasped it firmly in hers. As she shook his hand, her face turned into a slight smirk, "Make sure you knock Octavian around a bit before you finish him off."

Percy grinned, "I plan on it."

Piper nodded and made her way over to the stands to sit with her cohort to watch the rest of Percy's test.

Percy now stood in the middle of the arena with an anxious smile on his face. Next up was Octavian and something about this kid just rubbed Percy the wrong way. Now he had the chance to put Octavian in his place and he had no plans to miss it.

Octavian walked out of the other end of the arena, the usual arrogant look on his face nowhere to be seen. Percy looked over at his sister to see an evil grin on her face before he looked at Reyna whose smile was more smug than anything else.

Once Octavian stood ten feet in front of Percy his eyes hardened, "It would not be wise to make an enemy of me Jackson."

Percy raised an eyebrow, "I am simply doing my test so that I may find a cohort to take me in. If you're scared you could always yield now." He said as his lips twitched and his smile became mischievous.

Octavian glared at him and pulled out an imperial gold gladius and charged the moment Reyna gave the word to begin. Percy pulled out his pen and jumped aside to avoid Octavian's blade. Instead of uncapping his pen, he stuffed it back into his pocket as he sidestepped another jab from Octavian. Percy continued to avoid the auger's attacks with relative ease as Octavian became more and more frustrated. Legionnaires in the stands began shouting and jeering at the two combatants; Percy for not fighting and Octavian for not being able to land a single blow.

Octavian raised his sword over his head to strike again but this time Percy went towards him instead of away as he snuck inside to Octavian's guard and kneed the Apollo legacy in the stomach causing him to hunch over. Instead of disarming him, Percy clapped both of his hands on each side of Octavian's head, boxing his ears and drawing a pained yelp from the centurion. Octavian tried to regain his bearing as his ears rung painfully. Percy sat back and waited for the auger to attack again not wanting to end the fight too quickly. Finally Octavian recovered and attacked again.

Percy stepped back just in time to avoid a wild slash by Octavian.

"Is this all the mighty centurion from cohort one has to offer?" Percy taunted making Octavian's face turn red in rage as he charged again trying to impale Percy with his blade with a jab to his chest.

Percy stood his ground and in the blink of an eye both his hands came together and trapped the blade between his two hands with the point only inches from his chest. Octavian's eyes widened as he tried to force the blade forward but he couldn't overpower Percy. He tried to wrench the sword free but once again he did not have the strength to free the blade from Percy's iron tight hold. The crowd began to laugh and taunt Octavian as they watched him fail to overpower the newbie demigod.

"Give up yet?" Percy asked with a smirk.

"You're going to regret this Jackson… you're nothing. You think I'm scared of you?" Octavian sneered.

Percy looked at Octavian with an evil grin slowly appearing on his face, "You want fear? You don't even know what fear is little boy." Percy growled as he suddenly pushed Octavian's blade back causing the hilt to hit him in the stomach and knock the wind out of him.

Percy took a step back and closed his eyes. He raised both hands above his as a shadow appeared in them until it solidified into a wreath of human bones. Percy put the crown upon his head as shadows began to descend upon the arena and it looked like Percy's body melted into them as he vanished from sight.

Every legionnaire in the stands was in shocked silence as they all felt fear creep into their hearts when they saw Percy vanish from sight. They were snapped out of their shock by a terrified shriek from Octavian whose body was surrounded by shadows. Octavian stumbled back and fell on his butt only to jump forward as a shadow behind him grew. To the audience, it looked like the shadows were simply shifting and shimmering around Octavian while it was clear Octavian saw far worse than that.

The shadows continued to shift and bend until they surrounded Octavian, blocking him from the view of the rest of the legionnaires. Suddenly a girlish scream rung out over the silent crowd followed by more as whatever was happening to Octavian had him close to tears. After a full minute, the shadow unwrapped from around the centurion revealing in lying in the fetal position in the middle of the arena.

"I yield! I yield!" Octavian whimpered loudly.

Within a few seconds, the shadows vanished and were replaced by Percy who stood with an evil grin on his face and his crown still sitting atop his head as he looked down at Octavian's trembling form with a terrifying glee. The legionnaires looked at it in absolute fear as one minute if was a wreath of human bones before shifting into a circlet of black fire and then into a dragon's head. Once off his head, Percy held the helm up before it dissolved into shadows as the crowd looked at Percy in shock.

Reyna was the first to recover from her shock as she stood from her seat, "What in the name of Jupiter was that Jackson?"

Percy looked at the praetor and smiled innocently, "He said he wasn't afraid of me. I decided to find what he was afraid of."

Reyna's eyes widened, "Was that your father's helm of darkness?"

Percy smiled and shook his head, "No it was mine. It is my official crown as prince of the Underworld that my father presented it to me on the twelfth birthday. I don't like to use it as it makes your greatest fears come to life."

Reyna paled a bit and looked at Percy fearfully before Percy smiled at her, "Relax praetor, I would never use it on you or anyone else I respect. I just thought Octavian should be shown his place.

Relief flashed through Reyna's eyes before they hardened, "Prepare yourself legionnaire, I have yet to be beaten since becoming praetor."

Percy nodded and returned to the center of the arena as Reyna made way down from the stands, her armor gleaming and looking every bit the part of a commander.

She stood ten feet away from Percy as she unsheathed her gladius and nodded her head at Percy to begin. The crowd was silent as they watched with bated breath as the new legionnaire and praetor squared off in the center of the arena.

Both Reyna and Percy charged each other at the same time, their blades meeting as sparks flew again and again as their swords clashed. Percy swiped at her legs as Reyna jumped over his blade and brought hers down but Percy spun at of the way at the last second. Reyna recovered quickly and attacked again but couldn't get inside Percy's guard.

Percy waited as Reyna's frustration was growing as she failed to get through his defenses. Just when he was about to make his move, Reyna took a step back as she calmed herself. Percy gave her an impressed look before he attacked, wielding his blade with speed and power that could only be achieved with years of training by the greatest heroes to ever live.

Reyna stayed on the defensive but had trouble keeping up with his speed until he feinted an attack to her left side and spun to her right slashing a shallow gash across her leg. Reyna jumped back before Percy could cut any deeper, looking at him with a bit of surprise but also wariness. She looked around to see the entire legion with wide eyes at their praetor being beaten by Percy. Percy noticed their looks as well as the one of worry on Reyna's face.

He charged at her again, slashing at her legs and forcing her to jump back before he closed the distance, missing a strike aimed at her head before she smashed the hilt of her gladius into his face. Percy jumped back and looked at Reyna seriously as they stood only a few feet apart.

"It would not look good for a praetor to lose would it?" He asked seriously.

Reyna scowled, "It would ruin my reputation with my soldiers," she growled, "but I haven't lost yet."

Percy nodded and charged at Reyna again, slowing the speed of his attacks just slightly and giving her a chance to switch to offense. She attacked relentlessly trying to land a strike before her frustration took over and her attacks became more wild. Percy dodged and ducked each strike until Reyna aimed one where he was waiting as he raised his sword to block. Reyna's sword hit the bottom of his blade and sent his sword flying.

Reyna's eyes widened before she moved to bring her blade to his throat. Percy sidestepped and grabbed her sword hand with his left before smacking it with her right and sending her sword flying.

Reyna pulled out a dagger at the same time Percy pulled a hunting knife as they both put the weapons to each other's throats.

Percy looked at Reyna expectantly but she stood her ground before Percy gave her a small smile, "Draw?"

Reyna's eyes narrowed as she nodded but before she could question him the crowd erupted into applause for both competitors and for the show Percy put on in the coliseum.

Percy walked over and picked up Reyna's sword before handing it to her hilt first, "Good fight praetor. Now can we find me a cohort?"

Reyna nodded stiffly, "Yes but I require a word with you once we are finished."

"Of course," Percy replied kindly.

"Centurions line up!" Reyna yelled as one centurion from each cohort came forward and stood in a line in front of Reyna and Percy.

Reyna turned to Percy, "You have defeated the centurions from all five cohorts, a first. That means the choice is yours as I am sure all of these centurions would be happy to have you in their cohort."

Percy nodded, "Which cohort is my little sister in?"

Reyna looked at him surprised, "Cohort five, why?"

Percy smiled, "Then that's my cohort as long as Centurion Gwenn will have me."

Piper and the centurion from cohort two who was second in command looked at Percy in shock.

"You can't want to be in the fifth, they're terrible." The centurion from cohort two said indignantly.

Percy narrowed his eyes, "Other than Piper and Reyna, Gwenn is the most skilled out of all of you. I stand by my choice if Gwenn allows it."

Gwenn nodded numbly before regaining her composure, "We would be honored to take Percy as a member of the fifth."

Percy grinned, "Thank you Gwenn."

Reyna nodded, "It is decided then. Perseus is a member of the fifth cohort. You are all dismissed."

The centurions other than Piper walked away while Piper looked at Percy curiously, "It would have been nice to work with you Perseus." She said in a disappointed tone.

Percy smiled, "Just because we're not in the same cohort doesn't mean we can't work together. We are both still members of the legion and I would like to spar with you again as you are quite skilled. But I don't have any interest in being in the same legion as Octavian, no offense to the first."

Piper scowled and looked at Reyna, "That little weasel just cost me the best recruit to come to camp since I've been here, I'm going to kill him."

Percy chuckled, "Perhaps someone outta cut that silver tongue of his out of his mouth to avoid any more of his antics."

Piper smirked, "You can get in line behind me, but there are plenty of people ahead of us as well." She said before walking away leaving Percy alone with Reyna.

"Walk with me Perseus, we need to talk." Reyna said before spinning on her heel and walking out of the coliseum.

A.N: Not sure if it was any good but I gave it a try… let me know what you thought. If you want another quick update then I would recommend reviewing as they are my motivation to write faster.

Hopefully you liked my version of Piper… I wanted to use her in a different way and I thought it would cool if she was a badass Roman warrior. I'm still not sure what her role in the story will be but that won't be the last you see of her.