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Chapter Eleven

Percy sat at the end of the bench, rubbing sand between his hands to pass the time. The sun shone through cracks in the straw covered wooden cage. The four had gained a lot of attention but the sheer daring of the former general caught the attention of many slaveholders. Bets had been placed on who Percy could fight alone against. He had proved that he could take on opponents of all sizes, which is why he had been scheduled to fight multiple gladiators from other slave traders.

Children laughed and pointed at him outside the cage bars. "It's him! The green eyed spaniard!"

He didn't pay them attention though. No, his mind was with his family, struggling to remember them as the people they were and not the burned corpses on crosses.

He thought about his father. Emperor Poseidon. It wasn't fair to the rest of the family. Thalia, Jason, even Piper and Annabeth. Annabeth, what a unique name. He had to admit, the girl was pretty. Her blonde hair hung in princess curls around her shoulders, her grey eyes stunning and calculating.

He shook his head. Right before a battle was not the time to be fantasizing about girls. A horn sounded. That's my cue, he thought.

He got up and began walking down the wooden cage. Slaves along the benches saluted him as he went along. He was stopped by someone grasping his arm. He looked down to see his brother, Nico, looking up at him with determined black eyes. Percy gave him a lopsided grin and continued down the tunnel, the light fading until the only thing that lit up the tunnel was the metal gate at the end. He chuckled to himself. Light at the end of the tunnel. If he wasn't careful he might see where the light goes.

The gate lifted to reveal 5 gladiators poised to attack. Percy walked out calmly, drawing his sword. "Well then, let's dance shall we?"

2 gladiators lunged at him at the same time and he ducked rolled behind them, stabbing one in the back and kicking the other in the side of their knee. He regained his balance and watched as the other three gladiators charged at him. He ducked, dodged, and leaped over and under their swings, quick and prescise. He grinned at the unbalanced and confused gladiators before pointing at one and beckoning him forward with a finger. The gladiator charged and swung his sword at his neck. Percy anticipated the attack and stabbed at the man's gut, bending his head down to his sword. The gladiator staggered backwards, holding his wound until Percy cut off his head.

Percy's sword was wet with blood as it hacked at the side of an approaching gladiator. The gladiator had aimed his sword at Percy's shoulder but Percy had stepped inside his attack and dodged while simultaneously cutting a deep wound into the man's ribcage.

Percy felt a breeze approach his ear and he turned just in time to dodge the spear that the gladiator whose knee had been injured had thrown. The spear flew past him and feebly fell to the ground as Percy glared at him. Meanwhile, the other gladiator had charged at him. Percy blocked the blow with his sword and pushed him away, sending him off balance. Percy threw his sword at the gladiator who had thrown the spear and impaled him through the chest. But now he had no weapon. The crowd was on their feet watching what the green eyed boy would do.

The last gladiator smirked at Percy and advanced slowly on Percy, as if he had already won. Percy fought to keep a grin from spreading across his face. Finally, the gladiator swung. Percy dove under the strike and tackled the man by the waist, quickly rolling out of the way once the gladiator dropped his sword. He quickly stood up and snatched the sword, impaling the gladiator through the stomach. Finally, he thought.

Percy had just beaten 5 gladiators single-handedly, one without a weapon. The crowd roared. The roar soon turned into a chant, "SPANIARD! SPANIARD! SPANIARD!"

Chiron watched from his booth. The boy did not gloat in his victory. He just stood there, as if waiting to be released back into his cell. Strange, he thought.

There was no doubt that this boy could go to Rome. Chiron could make millions of denarii off of this boy, not to mention those other three he seemed to be close to. He smiled and waved at a guard, signalling to open the gate for the boy.

The gate was lift and the "Spaniard" returned to his cell.

Yes, this boy would go to Rome.

Annabeth was afraid to wander the palace. At any turn he could be there. She shivered as she remembered his breath on her neck. He had killed his own father, practically her father, and yet whenever he looked at her it was with lust.

Annabeth's thoughts drifted to the general who had held her the night the emperor had died. She blushed as she remembered how she had cried into his warm, hard chest. His hair was nothing like other Roman soldiers. All the soldiers had close cropped hair but he had thick dark locks that rested just above his eyebrows.

But his eyes, his eyes were to die for. They held the ocean, those sea green eyes. The more and more she thought about them, the more and more she was mesmorized by them. The blend of blue and green was nothing like she had ever seen before except for the Emperor's. Emperor Poseidon had those eyes. The more she thought about the two, the more convinced she was that they were related. Father and son. It would explain the fatherly behavior Emperor Poseidon had directed towards the general.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the closing of a door. From her position on the bed, she turned her head to see something horrible. Triton.

"What are you doing here?" she exclaimed. She had a reason to be startled. The Emperor was in her personal bedchambers unannounced.

He didn't answer. Instead he began advancing towards her slowly. What scared her were his eyes. They were dark, determined, filled with lust. And she knew what he was going to do.

"No, please," she pleaded, her eyes full of fear. She inched her hand to her drawer where she kept her knife.

He continued walking toward her silently. Finally he reached her. He sat next to her on the bed and Annabeth tried to scoot away but was stopped when his arm shot around her waist. He pulled her to him and crashed his lips into hers.

Annabeth screamed into the kiss, trying to push him away, but he just held her tighter. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and it was disgusting. His hands roamed all over her body and she squeezed her eyes shut. Finally, with all of her might, she pushed him away and whipped out her dagger. "Touch me again and I swear I'll kill you!" she threatened.

Triton seemed offput by the threat and glared at her dagger. He got up and left the room, leaving Annabeth alone, sobbing.