A/N (I recommend reading this): I'm going to MAKE THIS CLEAR. Just like I mention on my bio page about every other fanfiction I done: I DON'T OWN THE PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIAN SERIES OR IT'S CHARACTERS as the rights goes to Rick Rioran. Also I suggest you guys start paying attention to the Author notes and my warnings that I left on EVERY chapter of EVERY story.

Keep in mind it would be hard to be original with Hazel's and Frank's Flashbacks in this story. Sorry if this chapter is too much like the book.

Warning: Certain ancient Greeknames matches words use of foul language but no foul language was intentionally used. Also if you haven't read them yet read 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Early Adventures' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Lightning Thief' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Sea of Monsters' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Titan's Curse' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Magical Labyrinth' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Stolen Chariot' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Sword of Hades', 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Bronze Dragon' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Last Olympian' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Staff of Hermes' 'The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Lost Hero' and 'The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Quest for Buford' before reading this story as stuff that happened in them will be mentioned. Lastly, any one who wants to do a Demigods and Olympian reads story using 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon' is allowed as long as you inform me about it.


Percy's POV Part XVIII

We were without a doubt, the strangest reinforcements in Roman military history. But that could go in our favor.

Hazel rode Arion, who had recovered enough to carry one person at normal speed, though he said a lot of things I would not repeat about his aching hooves all the way down.

Tyson ran down the hill with Mrs. O'Leary—who was harnessed to the chariot full of weapons including the ones Frank inherited. To top that off we tied a second banner we found to Mrs. O'Leary's collar on so the campers knew she was with us. Tyson started waving his club yelling, "Bad pony-men! BOO!" While Ella fluttered around them reciting facts from the Old Farmer's Almanac.

Frank transformed into a bald eagle and I climbed onto Blackjack's back and we flew into battle. I carried the golden eagle standard of the Twelfth Legion and Raised it high above me while staying on blackjack

The first Cohort we made it too was the Fifth, who were trying to keep their shields locked just to stay live.

Seeing them in trouble, I felt a surge of protective rage. These were the kids who'd taken me in. This was my family.

I shouted, "Fifth Cohort!" as Blackjack soared down and tackled the nearest Cyclops. The last things the poor monster saw was my sword hitting his eye, destroying him instantly.

After the Cyclops disintegrated—and stayed disintegrated, thanks to Death—Mrs. O'Leary bounded forward with the chariot.

Tyson charged at the Cyclops leader Ma Gasket, her chain-mail dress spatted with mud and decorated with broken swears.

She gawked at Tyson and started to say, "Who—?"

Tyson hit her in the head so hard, she spun in a circle and landed on her rump.

"Bad Cyclops Lady!" he bellowed. "General Tyson says GO AWAY!"

He hit her again and Ma Gasket broke into dust.

Meanwhile Hazel charged around on Arion, slicing her spatha through one Cyclops after another, while Frank blinded them with his talons, and Blackjack flew in so I stab them in the eye.

Once every Cyclops within fifty yards had been reduced to ashes, Frank landed in front of his troops and transformed into a human. His centurion's badge and Mural Crown gleamed on his winter jacket.

"Fifth Cohort!" he bellowed. "Get your imperial gold weapons right here! Courtisy of the Alaska Expedition and the Zhang Family!"

The campers recovered from their shock and mobbed the chariot. Hazel helped as best as she could handing out equipment as Blackjack and I soared over head.

"Let's go, let's go!" Dakota urged, grinning like a madman as he swigged red Kool-Aid from his flask. "Our comrades need help!"

Soon the Fifth Cohort was equipped with new weapons and shields helmets. They weren't exactly consistent but they were suddenly the most powerful cohort in the legion.

"Follow the eagle!" Frank ordered pointing at Blackjack and me as I held the eagle high for them to see. "To battle."

At first the campers were amazed that I was riding on a pegasus, but then they cheered.

"You heard him, Blackjack," I said. "Let's go!"

Sure thing boss, Blackjack responded.

Blackjack turned toward the group of Romans in need and with we few off with the entire cohort of forty extremely shiny gold plated warriors following as they screamed for blood.

We slammed into a herd of wild centaurs that were attacking the Third Cohort. When the campers of the Third saw the eagle standard I was carrying while riding Blackjack, they shouted insanely and fought with renewed effort.

The centaurs didn't stand a chance. The two cohorts crushed them like a vise. Son there was nothing left but piles of dust and assorted hooves and horns for trophies.

"Form ranks!" the centurions shouted. The two cohorts came together, their military training kicking in. Shields locked, they marched into battle against the Earthborn.

Frank shouted, "Pila!"

A hundred spears bristled. When Frank yelled, "Fired!" they sailed through the air—a wave of death cutting through the six-armed monsters. The campers drew swords and advanced toward the center of the battle.

At the base of the aqueduct, the First and Second were trying to encircle Polybotes, but they were taking a pounding. The remaining Earthborn threw barrage after barrage of stone and mud. Karpoi grain spirits—those horrible little piranha Cupids—were rushing through the tall grass abducting campers at random, pulling them from the line. The giant himself kept shaking basilisks out of his hair. Everytime one landed. The Romans panicked and ran. Judging from their corroded shields and smoking plumes on their helmets, they already learned about basilisks' poison and fire.

Reyna soared above the giant, diving in with her javelin whenever he turned his attention to the ground troops. Her purple cloak snapped in the wind. Her golden armor gleamed. Polybotes jabbed his trident and swung his weighted net, but Scipio was almost as nimble as Arion and Blackjack

Dang boss, that girl is almost as good at pegasus riding as you, Blackjack snorted.

"Her name is Reyna," I told him, "Fly in close—within shouting range."

Blackjack didn't argue as he obeyed. Once we were close enough, I yelled, "Need help!"

Reyna turned and to her surprise saw me riding on Blackjack, holding my sword in one hand and the Eagle standard in the other.

I gave her a look that basically said: You got your pegasus, and as it turns out—I have mine.

At that moment She also noticed the Fifth Cohort marching to her aid right behind me.

"Percy… what—"

"Look out!" I yelled.

The giant tried to swat her out of the air, but Scipio dodged. Reyna must have decided to question about Blackjack later because she yelled: "Romans! Rally to the eagle!"

Demigods and monsters a liked turned and gawked at me as Blackjack soared overhead.

"What is this?" Polybotes demanded. "What is this?"

I felt a rush of power coursing through the standard staff. I guess now was better than never to find out what this thing can do.

I raised the eagle and shouted, "Twelfth Legion Fullminata!"

Thunder shook the valley. The eagle let loose a blinding flash and a thousand tendrils of lighting exploded from its wings—arching in front of Blackjack and me like the branches of an enormous deadly tree, connecting with the nearest monsters leaping to one to another completely ignoring the Roman forces and Tyson and Mrs. O'Leary.

When the lightning stopped, the First and Second Cohorts were facing one surprised-looking giant and several hundred smoking piles of ash. The enemy's center line had been charred to oblivion.

The look on Octavian's face was priceless. The centurion stared at me with shock and outrage. Then, when his own troops started to cheer, he had no choice except to join the shouting: "Rome! Rome!"

The giant Polybotes backed up uncertainly, but I knew the battle wasn't over.

The Fourth Cohort was still surrounded by Cyclopes. Even Hannibal the elephant was having a hard time wading through so many monsters. His black Kevlar armor was ripped so that his label just said ant.

The veterans and Lares on the eastern flank were being pushed toward the city. The monsters' siege tower was still hurling explosive green fireballs—which I realized was actually Greek Fire—into the streets. The gorgons had disabled the giant eagles and now flew unchallenged over the giant's remaining centaurs and Earthborn, trying to rally them.

"Stand your ground!" Stheno yelled. "I've got free samples!"

Polybotes bellowed. A dozen fresh basilisk fell out of his hair, turning the grass to poisoned yellow. "You think this changes anything, Percy Jackson? I cannot be destroyed! Come forward, son of Neptune. I will break you!"

"Blackjack, land next to Dakota," I said pointing at the son of Bacchus.

Are you crazy?

"Just do it!"

Blackjack did as he was told and landed next to Dakota. Dakota was shock as I handed over the eagle. "At one time, your dad help defended an attack on Olympus against the Giant army. Now it's your turn to do the same for Camp Jupiter and New Rome. Take this and make Rome and your dad proud."

Dakota blinked, then he straightened with pride. He dropped his Kool-Aid flask and took the eagle. "I will carry it with honor."

"Frank, Hazel, Tyson," I said. "Help the Fourth Cohort. I've got a giant to kill."

I raised Riptide, but before I could give Blackjack the command, horns blew in the northern hills. Another army appeared on the ridge—hundreds of warriors in black-and-camouflage, armed with spears and shields. Interspersed among their rank were a dozen battle forklifts, their sharpened tines gleaming in the sunset and flaming bolts nocked in their crossbows.

"Amazons," Frank said. "Great."

Polybotes laughed. "You see? Our reinforcements have arrived! Rome will fall today!"

The Amazons lowered their spears and charged down the hill. Their forklifts barreled into battle. The giant's army cheered—until the Amazon changed course and headed straight for the monsters' intact eastern flank.

"Amazons, forward!" On the largest forklift stood Hylla in black combat armor with a glittering gold belt around her waist.

"Queen Hylla," said Hazel. "She survived!"

The Amazon queen shouted: "To my sister's aid! Destroy the monsters!"

"Destroy!" Her troops cry echoed through the valley.

Reyna wheeled her pegasus toward me. Her eyes gleamed. Her expression said: I could hug you right now. She shouted, "Romans! Advance!"

The battlefield descended into absolute chaos. Amazon and Roman lines swung toward the enemy like the Doors of Death themselves.

But I had only one goal.

Blackjack, when I give you the signal, go to the closest statue that surrounds the city, I thought.

Are you sure? Blackjack asked, No offense, boss, but I doubt a statue will help.

Trust me, that statue should be plenty against this giant, I thought.

We met Polybotes by the aqueduct, which had somehow survived the battle so far. Polybotes fixed that. He swiped his trident and smashed the nearest brick arch, unleashing a waterfall.

"Go on, then, son of Neptune!" Polybotes taunted. "Let me see your power! Does water do your bidding? Does it heal you? But I am born to oppose Neptune."

I'm not stupid. I know Polybotes has the power to turn water into poison that can kill even a child of Neptune.

Still, that didn't stop the giant from thrusting his hand under the water. As the torrent passed through his fingers it turned dark green. He flung some at me. I quickly used all my will power to deflect it around Blackjack and me. The liquid splattered the ground in front of us. With a nasty hiss, the grass withered and smoke.

"Fly!" I yelled.

Blackjack shot in the air and narrowly dodge the net Polybotes threw at us.

"You want me! You got to catch me!" I yelled thinking, Now Blackjack!

Blackjack circled around and headed to the city as Polybotes yelled: "Get back here so I can break you coward."

I had no intention of doing that, and neither was Blackjack.

I said this once before, I'll say it again, it's a good thing Blackjack is one of the best fliers and I'm one of the best pegasus handlers—at least in Camp Half-Blood—otherwise we would be dead.

We passed Mrs. O'Leary, who looked up curiously with a gorgon wriggling in her mouth.

"Good girl! Keep fighting the evil monsters!" I yelled.

WOOF!

Blackjack rose over a burning scorpion and ducked and dodge a Cyclops Hannibal threw across his path. At the corner of my eye, I saw Tyson pounding the Earthborn into the ground like a game of whack-a-mole. Ella was fluttering above him, dodging missiles and calling out advice on where to strike the Earthborn, which Tyson found.

"Percy and flying pony needs help?" Tyson called.

"We're good!"

"Die!" Polybotes yelled trying to close in on us.

In the distance, I saw Hazel and Arion galloping across the battlefield, cutting down centaurs and karpoi. One grain spirit yelled, "Wheat! I'll give you wheat!" but Arion stomped him into a pile of breakfast cereal. Queen Hylla and Reyna joined forces, forklift and Pegasus riding together, scattering the dark shades of fallen warriors. Frank turned himself into an elephant and stomped through some Cyclopes, and Dakota held the golden eagle high, blasting lightning at any monsters that dared to challenge the Fifth Cohort.

I glanced back to make sure the giant was following and surely enough, he was, and was almost in arm's reach. No good, I need more time.

I quickly switched to my thermos, held it in one hand while stretching out the other. I summoned a water blast and formed it into a hand as I used it to smash an aqueduct right over Polybotes causing a wave of water and bricks to land on the giant's head.

We were within feet of the City Limits now.

"Drop me off from here Blackjack. Hopefully Terminus will help me from here," I told my pegasus.

Blackjack wasn't happy about it but did as he was told.

Once I was on the ground, I told Blackjack to go help Reyna and Queen Hylla which he really wasn't so happy to obliged.

Are you sure, boss? I can help.

"Trust me, I know what I'm doing. Just go help the Praetor and the Amazonian Queen," I said.

Blackjack nodded and soared off back to the battle field.

Once Blackjack was gone I bolted the rest of the way for the city limits.

"Terminus!" I yelled at the nearest statue of the god who was up ahead. His stone eyes snapped open as I ran toward him.

"Completely unacceptable!" he complained. "Buildings on fire! Invaders! Get them out of here, Percy Jackson!"

"I'm trying," I responded. "But there's this giant Polybotes."

"Yes, I know! Wait—Excuse me for a moment." Terminus closed his eyes and concentrated. A Greek fire lit cannonball sailed overhead and suddenly vaporized. "I can't stop all the missiles," Terminus complained. "Why can't they be civilized and attack more slowly? I'm only one god."

"I need your help to kill the giant," I said, "If we do this battle will all be over."

Terminus sniffed. "I guard borders."

"But you're also the god of boundaries, which means you have the power to help end this," I argued. "Only gods and demigods working together can kill Polybotes."

"It's not in my job description."

I sighed in irritation. I don't have time for this.

I took another step forward and the god shrieked indigantly.

"Stop right there, young man! No weapons inside the Pomerian line!"

I smirked as an idea occurred to me. "Hold that thought."

I sprinted back toward the giant. "Hey, ugly!"

"Rarr!" Polybotes burst from the ruins of the aqueduct. Water was still pouring over him, turning into poison and creating a steaming marsh around his feet.

"You… you will die slowly," the giant promised. He picked up his trident, no dripping with green venom.

All around us, the battle was winding down. The last of the monsters were destroyed, and my friends started gathering, forming a ring around the giant.

"I will take you prisoner, Percy Jackson," Polybotes snarled. "I will torture you under the sea. I will turn your invulnerability against you so you will die slowly as the water tries to heal you."

"Great offer," I said. "But I think I'll just kill you instead."

Polybotes bellowed in rage. He shook his head, and more basilisks flew from his hair.

"Get back!" Frank warned.

Fresh chaos spread through the ranks. Hazel spurred Arion and put herself between the basilisks and the campers. Frank changed form—shrinking into something lean and furry—a weasel. He charged the basilisk and to my amazement the deadly snakes freaked out and slither away from Frank as he chased them.

Polybotes pointed the trident and ran toward me. As the giant reached the Pomerian Line, I jumped aside like a bullfighter. Polybotes barreled across the city limts.

"THAT'S IT!" Terminus cried. "That's AGAINST THE RULES!"

Polybotes frowned, obviously confused he was being told off by a statue. "Shut up!"

He pushed the statue over but Terminus wasn't done yet.

"Now I'm MAD!" Terminus shrieked. "I'm strangling you. Feel that? Those are my hands around your neck, you big bully. Get over here! I'm going to head-butt you so hard—"

"Enough!" The giant stepped on the statue and broke Terminus into three pieces—pedestal, body and head.

"You DIDN'T!" shouted Terminus. "Percy Jackson, you've got yourself a deal! Let's kill this upstart."

The giant laughed so hard he didn't realize I was charging until it was too late. I jumped up, vaulting off the giant's knee, and drove Riptide straight through one of the metal mouths on Polybotes' breastplate, sinking the Celestial bronze hilt-deep in his chest. The giant stumbled backward, tripping over Terminus' pedestal and crashing to the ground.

While he was trying to get up, clawing at the sword in his chest, I hefted the head of Terminus, planning to complete Terminus threat to the giant.

"You'll never win!" the giant groaned. "You cannot defeat me alone."

"I'm not alone." I raised the stone head above the giant's face. "You made a big mistake angering my friend Terminus here, Polybotes. Now I'm going to help the god of Boundaries complete his threat to you earlier."

Awareness and fear dawned in the giant's face as I smashed the god's head into the giant's face in a way that if Terminus done it himself it would definitely a headbutt if Terminus was able to do it himself. The giant dissolved, crumbling into a steaming heap of seaweed, reptile skin, and poison muck.

I staggered away, completely exhausted as the side effect of the Curse of Achilles started kicking in on overdrive.

"Ha!" said the head of Terminus. "That will teach him to obey the rules of Rome."

For a moment, the battlefield was silent except few fires burning and a few retreating monsters screaming in panic.

A ragged circle of Romans and Amazons stood around me. Tyson, Ella, Mrs. O'Leary, and Blackjack were there. Frank and Hazel were grinning at me with pride. Arion was nibbling contently on a golden shield.

Then to my amazement the Romans began to chant, "Percy! Percy!"

They mobbed me, and before I knew it, they were raising me on a shield. The cry changed to, "Praetor! Praetor!"

Among the chanters was Reyna herself who held up her hand to congratulate me. I remembered what I told Reyna about how I would only take Praetorship if the Romans raised me by their shields, and since they done that, I guess I better accept it.

I took Reyna's hand and she shook it. "Congratulation, brother."

I looked at Hylla, expecting her to argue against it, expecting her to still had a grudge against me, but instead I found her nodding in approval as if accepting what Reyna just said.

Then the mob of cheering Romans carried me around the Pomerian Line, carefully avoiding Terminus' borders, and escorted me back home to Camp Jupiter.