Hey guys! So I'm back, the score on the Cardinals-Braves game was 6-2, Cardinals. So I have some good news for you, I have a four day weekend! Which means that I should be able to post lots of chapters, as this is my only free weekend in at least two months. I know I said that I would not post a chapter today, but I'm hooked on this story now. This story is somewhat of a crossover with 300 if you couldn't guess that. Another thing is I have gotten about 8 hours of sleep in 5 days, and I won't get much more tonight. I probably will not be posting chapters at midnight until next week. And thanks for all the follows and favs! It now has 39 favorites and 60 follows! Thank you so much!

Disclaimer: I am not and never will be Rick Riordan. Which means I do not and will not own PJO or HoO series.

Last Time:

My eyes widened in alarm as I realized what the Morai had planned for me, their favorite plaything.

Now (Time Skip, About a Week. Still Percy POV):

I stood in front of 300 brave Spartan elite soldiers, who will go with me to slow down the Persian army. These 300 men are the very best of the Spartans, and they are defying Spartan custom with me. The Ephors told me not to march, and to honor the Carnea, crazy old bastards. Three members of the council came up to me in the field, one of which was Theron. I internally groaned at my luck, 'Ah fuck it, this piece of shit'.

Theron called out o me; "Leonidas! What are you doing, the Ephors have spoken. The Spartan Army will not march."

"And it will not, I am just going for a stroll, and these 300 men are my bodyguards." I replied back quickly. Theron scowled at me but let me be.

"Spartans march!" I commanded. Thus began the long defense of the hot gates.

Time Skip 4 Days (A/N Daxos is the king of the Arcadians)

"Spartans halt!" I commanded. "Daxos, it has been a long time my friend."

"Indeed Leonidas, but I should've known Sparta would not provide many soldiers."

At this I raised an eyebrow, and turned to a man behind Daxos, "What is you're profession?"

"A potter milord."

"And you?" I asked another man.

"A sculptor."

"And you?" I turned to another man.

"A blacksmith."

"Spartans, what is your profession?"

"WAR, WAR, WAR!" They shouted out.

"Daxos, I'm afraid you're statement is incorrect, I brought more soldiers than you did." I said smirking. Naxos just shook his head.

Time Skip The Next Day

"My Lord' we are ready for the Persians." My commander, Dilios, said.

"Good, be prepared to hold the line." I replied back and joined my brothers in arms in the phalanx. The Persians appeared through the early morning fog on the battle field.

I overheard one of the Arcadians talking how the Persian arrows blot out the sun. I turned to my men.

"Spartans! we have heard how the Persian arrows can blot out the sun, but do not waver, of we will fight in the shade today! The Persians are nothing more than slaves, let us show them the might of SPARTA!"

"AU, AU, AU!" My brothers screamed back at me. The Persian general approached on horseback.

"Spartans, lay down your weapons. You are greatly outnumbered."

"Oh will someone shut him up?" I asked my men. One of my men threw his spear impaling the general through the chest. The Persians now enraged attacked. First their archers fired arrows after arrow at us.

"Dome!" My mens shields locked forming a impenetrable dome. the arrows harmlessly bounced off of the shields. The arrow thuds stopped, and the foot soldiers charged. My men snapped back into a phalanx. The Persians slammed into us.

"HOLD,HOLD, HOLD!" I yelled, "NOW!" With that command we stabbed with our spears above the wall, instantly killing hundreds of Persians. With that the Spartans broke off into small groups fighting against a thousand men each. As for me I was charging the front line of the Persians. I killed atlas 20 men and threw my spear through the head of another. I drew my xiphos and started to cut down the Persians. I was soon identified as the biggest threat to the Persians, and was soon mobbed. I had 10,000 bloodthirsty men on me alone trying to get past my guard to kill me. I stabbed, slashed, ducked, parried, and rolled, and stabbed. I did this until not one Persian was left. The other Spartans were finishing up with their battles as well.

"Spartans, reform!" I commanded as the last Persian foot soldier fell. Suddenly the ground started to rumble and shake. The Persian cavalry came charging at us. Their was one Spartan who did not hear my command, Cleon, my adopted brother. Just because he wasn't my blood brother did not make the heartache I felt when a Persian lowered his sword and cut off my brother's head while he was turned around.

A/N: Warning, very graphic scene!

His head fell onto the ground. Blood gushing from his dismembered head. Blood was spurting out of his neck where his head used to be at. I felt pure unadulterated rage. My features became more wolfish, my normal metallic sea-green eyes were now glowing red, my canines grew sharp, and my nails transformed into claws.

I dropped my sword and ran at the Persians.

"You will pay for this with your lives!" I shouted at them. One Persian came charging at me, but I sidestepped and grabbed his leg and threw him into a cliff face. A sharp rock impaled him in the stomach, leaving him to die of blood loss, moaning in agony. I continued in this manner killing whatever got in my way until I saw the Persian that killed my brother. I charged the Persian that killed my little brother. I crushed the neck of the horse that he was riding, causing him to fall to the ground. I then piked him up and ripped him limb from limb. Blood splattered all over me, but I relished in it. The Persians seeing this called a retreat. I slowly let go of my anger, and my features became more normal. I made my way back to the encampment. The day was one with only one casualty. I went to mourn the loss of my brother. Spartans are not allowed to show emotion, but I did because we were close. We were true brothers even though we had no drop of blood in us that was the same.

Divine Protector of Skyrim: Great so far, I think you should just skip to the beginning of the battle.

Thank you, and here you go.

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Thank you, I have been trying to make it an amazing story :)

A/N: So the first day of battle is over, if you have ever seen 300, you might be wondering 'What about Ephialtes?' Well number one, that was Hollywood that made up that part, yes there was a traitor that led Persians through a goat path, yes his name is Ephialtes of Trachis, but there is no record of if he went to the Greeks at all to join their ranks and was turned down. So there will be mentions of ephor;tes when all the Spartans die. Please R&R, and the next chapter should be out tomorrow. During my four day weekend, you can expect hopefully two chapter a day.