A/N: There you have it. I hope it gave some enjoyment to you, I enjoyed writing it. The notes I provide at the bottom explain some of the history I used to create this version of Percy's world. I do not know what the future of my writing holds, but anything that I come up with will be shared on this site under the same account. I do not start a story unless I have an ending in mind, though I will admit that this stories ending was finished two weeks ago and last minute I rewrote the whole thing.

Thank you all for reading this.

Thermopylae, The Hot Gates, Plains of the Dead

The Roman burial pits held over eleven thousand bodies. Ten thousand, two hundred and sixty-two pyres were built for the Greek dead. Purposely the cause had not been calculated. An uneasy peace was in place between Romans and Greeks. Today was a day to honor the dead and the gods. The Greeks, their king really, had offered to honor Jason as a Greek hero with a pyre and shroud. The King would light the pyre, his surviving daughters would light the one for their sister. Hylla, Queen of the Amazons, would burn on the collective pyre with the forty-seven sisters who had fallen. Kinzie and Reyna would light it together. Piper stood next to Annabeth and the few Romans they considered dear friends. Her love was dead and she desperately hoped that her heart was not gone with it. She had seen what love had caused. His love for her allowed this to happen and she could not help but compare herself to Helen, the face that sailed a thousand ships.

Percy stepped forward, torch in hand. "I'm sorry, brother," he muttered and pressed the torch to the olive wood. As the smoke rose, the other pyres were lit. Percy felt Frank and Reyna approach him. The three stood in silence for several moments before Frank spoke.

"The legions named you Perseus Titanicus, they don't want to fight you."

"Good."

"Ey bewieve oou oo be heh ew Achiees." Reyna looked slightly embarrassed at her inability to speak. Her eyes shown gratefully when Percy responded.

"I would settle for a quieter life than Achilles." All three smiled, until Frank spoke again.

"And when the next war comes?"

"My quiet life will be over."

"All for your kingdom?"

"No. My kingdom is lines on a map. Greece is each and every soul living within them." A call from the Roman lines left Frank and Percy alone as Reyna joined her command. Frank studied his friend.

"How much does it weigh on you?"

"I was in the bottle for years, despite my stepfather. I see them at night, everyone I've watched die or died under my command. They wait for me in Hades, what they'll do, I'm not sure." Smoke was filling the air, and look at how many will be joining them."

"Percy, I know for years that people have bragged about your fighting ability and your ability to adapt. But what you've done in Greece, I've never seen what you've accomplished. This is something to be proud of, you've a single kingdom out of all this."

"That means a lot, Frank." Percy's voice was soft, "Now my problem is, once you have it, others want it."

"I'll protect you all I can in Rome."

"Rome will expand as always, I won't allow it into Greece." Frank's expression turned grave.

"We may have influence now, Percy, one day, we won't."

"Then one day, I'm afraid I'll return to killing Romans. When they turn on you, come to Greece, we'll protect you."

"Rome has a long memory, you won't live forever, Percy." The king looked at the four daughters who remained with him.

"Through them, I will, Frank." A centurion named Gaius Mummius reported to Frank and the two friends embraced before Frank marched off to his legion.

Athens

It had been three months since the battle at Thermopylae. Annabeth had shared her news with Percy. Artemis had assured her that the baby, one Artemis also informed her was "regrettably male," was safe. In the first instance that she could remember, Percy had "reminded" her that he was the king. He had ordered her to stay at home when he traveled. She wanted to be angry, their daughters were angry, but she remembered how he had been with the loss of their first two children. She could not blame his overreaching protective mindset.

She approached her husband. He had aged greatly since the beginning of hostilities, since he had gone to war with Rome. His beard was completely gray, wrinkles crossed his face. The gray in his temples now stretched to the full side of his head. He quickly wrapped his arms around her. He carries the weight of Greece, yet I can feel the love pouring off of him. How do we deserve him?

You speak of him like he is a god, she heard Athena's voice in her mind. He is not a god, but a man. Perhaps the best of man. And as much as some love him for it, others hate him for it. Be thankful he is a man, being a god would rob him of who he is.

"What are you thinking, Percy?"

"War," he responded hoarsely. "When we go to war. Rome won't forget, our friends will protect us as they can. But war is inevitable."

"With Rome?"

"At least them. I read a book once, shocking I know, but has a line about war being constant. The ultimate trade, awaiting its ultimate practitioner. I wonder if, with Enyo, I've become that practitioner. Nothing more than a weapon to win wars." His voice sounded raw, like great sadness was weighing on him.

"Never, my love. You're the best man I've ever met. Frank talked to me before he left. Let me tell you what he said." She paused and then continued. "Never let him think of himself as a weapon, because he will. That's how all of us, even the gods have treated him. He is a man of high ability and resilience. Like Achilles, maybe he was born to end lives, but he has what Achilles wanted, a family and at least temporary peace. Don't let him throw it away. His reputation alone protects and threatens him, but he can manage it. He was never as hopelessly unintelligent as people joked.

Percy smiled. "That's what I'm afraid of. What my intelligence is telling me."

"What's that?" he looked down from the wall at his daughters holding an archery competition and then rested his hand on Annabeth's stomach. He could not tell if her expression was of awe or fear.

"Fight the wars so they don't have to. Build an empire no one can challenge."

Rome, Nine Months Later

"The young officers do not think we honored their compatriots' deaths by following Percy's orders to leave." Reyna nodded. She had won the election to consul, but the younger cadre of military officers was proving difficult. They saw the expedition in Greece as an embarrassment, disregarding the monsters' and titans' involvement. "Iapetus' army killed many, but the Greeks wiped out the Ninth and killed several thousand at Thermopylae."

"Ere ish no one in Rome capaple of defea-ing Pershy." Her face softened. "An I won oose more friens."

"The Senate acknowledged him as Titanicus, but even they are speaking of war. A war none of them will fucking fight, but they fear he will become too powerful if they wait. They saw what happened to the Seleucids under Antiochus when he tried to attack his Ionian positions."

Six months after Thermopylae King Antiochus of the Seleucid Empire had decided to attack the Ionian Greek cities loyal to Percy. The king of Pergamum had warned Percy of the coming attack. Fifty thousand Seleucid soldiers had been ambushed in their own territory near the Meaender River. Percy's force, thirty thousand Greeks and another ten thousand allies, had nearly wiped out the army before capturing the Seleucid king. After demanding a heavy indemnity from him, Percy had demanded Cyprus, all of Anatolia's territory controlled by the Seleucids, and Tyre. In the end he got what he wanted: Cyprus, Rhodes, and all Seleucid land south of the Meaeander river.

"Why?" asked Reyna.

"His family. The only way he can think to protect them is to make himself so powerful, we can't attack him. I am afraid it will provoke the Senate as much as it will deter them."

"An if ey or-er us to attack?"

"I'm taking Hazel and our son to Athens and never coming back. Percy is my oldest friend. I'm not going to go to war with him." She nodded in agreement. Then looked back to the map.

"Irst, we pwan our campaign inoo Germania."

"Into Germania," he said in agreement. Both of them worried that the war with Greece was going to come sooner rather than later. However, if they could campaign successfully enough against the German tribes they might be able to old off on that war.

Athens

Percy Jackson was drunk. Annabeth was smiling at him from across the room. In her arms was his three year old son, Demosthenes. He had to admit, for being over forty and a mother, she still looked as good as she ever had. The corners of her eyes wrinkled a little more than they used to when she smiled, but the gray eyes shown with as much intelligence as her mother's. Her blond curls disguised any gray she had earned, at least much better than his black hair had. His body ached from the injuries throughout the years. But tonight, with wine in his belly and his wife and son smiling at him as he and most of his daughters laughed and told war stories, he felt young again.

All of his daughters had reached an age where they were trusted commanders. Using the Amazons as trainers the amount cavalry in the Greek army had increased and the four daughters had proved extremely efficient at commanding them. The expansion of Greece had not been done recklessly. In face none of the expansion had been part of Annabeth and Percy's plan. Instead they had been attacked by the Seleucids and made them pay the price for their aggression. Parts of Ionia and Asia Minor had been claimed. Cyprus and Rhodes, but it was not going to last. To the east Mithridates IV had sworn revenge for his father's death. Part of that revenge had since included burning Ionian villages and farms to the ground. Pergamon did nothing to stop them, so Greece would. In three days, Percy's navy would sail. Three of his daughters would accompany him. Annabeth and the fourth daughter would remain behind and rule Greece in his absence.

In the room next door, his first grandchild slept in his mother's arms. His son in law, a Theban military commander had left for a shrine thanking the gods for the health of his wife and son. Personally, Percy could not believe that of his four daughters, Phoebe had found love before the others. Miltiades, the Theban commander, was a good man and the replacement for Demosthenes he hoped he would never need. The Theban was walking back toward them now.

"What is his name, Miltiades?"

"She refused any name that did not honor the best of men and Greece." The younger Theban looked into the sea green eyes of the king. "We named him Perseus."

Notes from the Historical Record

Language: I speak neither Latin nor Greek. Translations were completed through Google Translate. While Latin as a "dead" language is easily translated through the system, no such translatory system exists (that I could find) for what would have been chronologically correct Koine Greek. As such modern Greek was used for the Greek conversations.

Geography: The number of maps I referenced while writing this was ridiculous. The "three routes" I repeatedly mention were based upon satellite imagery, as accurate of old maps as I could find, and topographical maps of Greece which I compared with sea level charts for the Thermopylae coast. I am sure modern technology has created more pathways into Greece than the ones I name. However most of the mountain routes appeared to my analysis at least too narrow for a legion to march through at full protective stance. They would have reduced the legion to very narrow, very vulnerable paths. While Romans at the time might have taken such a route (Teutoburg Forest being an example) Jason and several of his officers, who could have been New Rome residents as well, would choose to avoid such routes.

Publius Cornelius Scipio Africanus: The commander of Roman armies after the disaster at Cannae during the Second Punic war, Scipio's most famous victory was over Hannibal at Zama. In direct opposition to the Senate, Scipio actually treated the Carthaginian surrender very moderately. In my version he was much harsher and closer to the aftermath of the Third Punic War, following the advice from the New Rome additions to his army and their knowledge that war would repeat itself.

Philip V of Macedon: Philip V died due to health complications in 179 BC having lost the Second Macedonian war and executing his own son for treason. I have him dying during the Second Macedonian War (facing Jason's legions) in approximately 199 BC.

Perseus of Macedon: The son of Philip V and a concubine, he began his actual reign in 179 BC following the death of his father. Crowned at 29 he would fight Rome and lose to Lucius Aemilius Paullus Macedonicus during the Third Macedonian War. I have him crowned twenty years earlier at the age of nine and therefore a Roman puppet king.

Pharsalus: While historically Pharsalus is an important battle ground, that battle would not be between Romans and Macedonians. Pharsalus would be the site of Julius Caesar's hammer blow victory over Pompey Magnus during the Civil War.

Mithradites III: King of Pontus from c. 220 BC to c. 190 BC. His son succeeded him to the throne and remained a thorn in Rome's side for some time. In this story, Percy kills him in roughly 203 BC and therefore Pontus, despite having been a relatively powerful nation in reality does not play into the story much as they are under the rule of a child king.

Sextus Julius Caesar: Elected praetor in 208 BC, he was the great-great-grandfather of Julius Caesar. As Michael Kahale mentions, he had yet to have an heir. Through this it can be inferred that the Spartan ambush of the Ninth Legion not only recreated history by causing the legion to vanish, but also changed history as it is now conceivable that Julius Caesar would never exist.

Legio IX Hispana: The Ninth Legion disappeared sometime between AD 120 and AD 197. The exact reason for their disappearance has never been determined. The original theory proposes they marched north of Hadrian's Wall (and into modern day Scotland) and never returned. Subsequent historiography has proposed two new ideas. 1) That together with Legio XXII Deiotariana the Ninth was so bloodied by Jewish Rebels during the Second Jewish Revolt (AD 132) that the legions were disbanded following what would be the greatest Roman military defeat after Teutoburg Forest. 2) When Marcus Aurelius marched against the Parthians (AD 161-166), the legion was ambushed and annihilated by a Parthian army led by the general Chosroes. Scholars do not agree upon the fate of the legion. With that knowledge, I have the Spartan contingent of Percy's army, led by Clarisse, ambush them on the coastal road outside of Naupaktos.

Publius Cornelius Sulla: Elected as a praetor in 186 BC, he was the grandfather of Lucinius Cornelius Felix Sulla. His grandson would become first consul and then dictator of Rome. His power by force paved the way for Caesar forty years later. Percy kills him as he attempts to protect Jason at Thermopylae. The grandson also led the Roman sack of Athens in 87-86 BC, which, in theory, would prevent the entire theft of the Athena Parthenos and disrupt the entire plot of the third book of the Heroes of Olympus.

Gaius Mummius: Fictionalization of Lucius Mummius's father. Elected consul in 146 BC, Lucius Mummius Achaicus was the Roman commander who defeated the Achaean League and razed Corinth. Under order of the Senate he was extremely harsh on the city. He lived, which means in theory his son could still be born.

Lucius Anicius Gallus: Elected praetor in 168 BC he conquered Illyria during the 3rd Macedonian War. In this story, Illyria is already conquered by the Romans, but he is still a young Roman officer.