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A/N: Hello! I am back!

So, this fic is going to have three 'arcs', if you will.

The first one, which we are in, is the 'Dreaming' arc, which will last about six months.

Edited for grammar and presentation.

Anyway, on with the chapter!

Chapter 2 - Dreaming of Rome

After an entire day pondering the meanings of my dream, it was finally time for sleep. I bid Reyna goodnight, and drifted off to sleep. This, of course, meant more dreams.

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Hello? No wait, come back!

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It was a beautiful summer evening, and I found myself relaxing under a stone pine, muscles aching from a long day. After all, I had hardly rested since fleeing Troy, and could never return. I needed to find somewhere, somewhere I could live with my wife, Latinia.

I glanced over at said woman, marvelling the looks that challenged even my own mother's, the goddess Venus. She was with child, a child I hoped would birth a noble line of warriors and kings.

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OK, so-

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It was now the middle of the day, and Latinia was noticeably further on, relying upon me for support.

'Aeneas,' she groaned, exhausted. 'How much further dearest?'

'I do not know, my love,' I said, sighing. 'I fear we may never reach an adequate destination

There was a rustle, and the sudden feeling of eyes watching me.'Latinia, dear. There is someone in the bush. I would suggest hiding while I deal with it.

I strode over to the bush, one hand on the hilt of Anaklusmos, pulling it apart, when two boys leapt up at me, wrestling me to the ground. They were incredibly strong for fourteen year olds (though I myself was merely twenty-three), and they forced me to the ground, snarling like wild beasts.

'Identify yourself!' the first barked out.

'And state your reason for trespassing on the Lupine Territory!' the other added.

'My name is Aeneas, and I am fleeing from the great city of Troy, in search of a new home. What, pray tell, are your names, and what is the Lupine Territory?'

The two boys looked at each other. 'My name is Romulus,' the first said. 'And he is Remus. As for the Lupine Territory, well, it is the territory of the Wolf Goddess, Lupa.'

I raised an eyebrow. 'Never heard of that one before. Can I meet her? I could do with some divine wisdom.' I turned to face the trees. 'Latinia, come along. We are off to meet someone who can help.'

After much walking, we came across an ordinary looking wolf, but with eyes gleaming with intelligence, and stopped. 'Wait, this is it? One of Italy's mutts?' I asked incredulously.

'Greetings, son of Venus,' the wolf snarled, making me jump. 'I see you have met the sons of Mars with whom your destiny is entwined.'

'Entwined? Lady, I need a place to settle. Just point me on my way…'

'No!' she barked. 'No place shall ever accept a Trojan, so you shall build your own city. But first, the boys must train, and reach a suitable age. You shall be trained also, and your unborn son.'

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- I need to -

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It was now many years since that first meeting, and the boys were now grown men of twenty eight, and myself sinking into old age at forty. Latinia had died during childbirth, leaving me alone to care for the young Julius.

We had been summoned by the wolf, to be given new instructions. We clambered through the overgrown landscape, putting our training to use. At last, we came across the goddess, waiting patiently for us to arrive.

'It is time,' she said. 'Over that hill is a group of tradesmen, settlers, farmers and builders - everything you need for a fledgling city. Meet them, and choose a location. I shall now leave, for you training is complete, and you shall never see me again.

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- escape -

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It was a week later, and tensions were high. Romulus and I thought that it would be a better choice to go with Palatine Hill, a larger hill surrounded by the River Tiber, but Remus believed that Aventine Hill was more practical.

'Brother,' Remus snarled. 'We must go with my choice! It gives more room to expand!'

'Expansion is not limited by anything other than experience, and the river is a great asset,' Romulus replied equally heatedly.

The bickering went on for quite some time, before someone struck the first blow. I do not know who, but it soon devolved into a brutal wrestling match, ending with a stone embedded in Remus's skull.

I stared at the lifeless body. 'What have you done?'

Romulus didn't seem to hear me, drunk on his own success. 'I think I shall call this city Rome, after my magnificent splendour.'

*

I awoke in the same manner as the night before, brain replaying the act of fratricide over and over again. Reyna was again fast asleep, but this time the clock read two in the morning. Sighing, I settled back into bed, returning to my slumber - and my dreams.

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False. A false figure. What are you?

*

Tensions were high in the senate. The emerging empire was providing a lot of mouths to feed, but not enough food to feed them. Pinching my nose, I sat in my golden throne, dressed in purple robes with a golden laurel atop my head.

'Order!' Brutus, my loyal friend, yelled. 'All rise for the majesty of Julius Caesar!'

There were grumbles, but they did stand. I strode over to the centre of the room, turning to my subjects. 'Friends, Romans, Countrymen. We are at a precipice of glory, and we must expand into the north, claim the bounties to feed our nation.'

'Nay!' a councilman said. 'That just gives new mouths to feed.'

'It is a great solution!' I cried out desperately. 'It is as my father Jupiter and my ancestor Aeneas would have done. We must expand, and none of you shall refuse!'

'Well,' Cassius said, standing up. 'What's this, then?' He lunged forward, a dagger piercing me in the side. The council descended on me in swarms, mutilating my body. I didn't even have the chance to draw Riptide to defend myself.

'Infamy, infamy! They've all got it in for me!' I cried out. I sank to the floor, and saw the murderer from behind me. 'Et tu, Brute?' I whispered, sinking into the cold grasp of death.

*

I awoke, screaming, clothes soaked with sweat. 'Adiuva me! Auxilium postulo!' Regaining control, I sat there, panting, trying to control my breathing.

'Percy?' Reyna asked blearily. 'What time is it? What's wrong?'

I glanced at the clock. 'Three o'clock. Go back to sleep.'

She frowned, making her way over to sit beside me. 'Was it your memories?'

'No,' I said, shaking my head. 'I finished my life a few days ago. But these dreams… I just don't know.'

Reyna sighed. 'Are you ever going to tell me about your past.'

I shrugged, unsure. 'I don't know. My past… it was dangerous, especially to the Legion. It might be better if I just vanish, and don't bring the pain with me.'

Reyna sighed. 'I'm your fellow Preator. I'm sure I can prevent it from reaching the legion. Now, what is so bad about your dreams?'

I sighed. 'Last night, I had a dream, and it felt so real. It felt just like my memories did, not like a vision, but it clearly wasn't. But it felt familiar, like I really was there.'

Reyna frowned. 'What was this dream?'

'It was of the last son of Po- Neptune, during WWII. His name was James John Scott. I dreamed that I was Scott, and I watched his final battle, in a duel against Hitler. He killed Hitler, at the cost of his own life, shooting him in the head just as he was shadow travelling away.'

Reyna raised her hand to her mouth. 'That must be a dream. Hitler committed suicide.'

I nodded. 'That's what I thought, but I found an extract on the Commander, and it turns out he died the night Hitler died. It was real. And it still feels as if I was Scott.'

Reyna frowned. 'That is odd. What about tonight?'

I sighed. 'It was the same, but with different people. My first, I was Aeneas, and met Romulus and Remus.'

'The founders of Rome?' she asked incredulously.

'Yep,' I replied. 'And the second, I was Julius Caesar, as he was murdered.'

Her hand returned to her mouth. 'Gods, that sounds horrible.' She thought for a moment. 'I'm sure they're just dreams, go back to sleep.'

'Yeah,' I said hesitantly, not fully believing it. Of course, I had another dream, but this one was different.

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I found myself back in Camp Half-Blood, bodiless like most dreams, watching the rolling camp, covered in a fine layer of snow.

The winds of my dream carried me over the strawberry field and up to the cabins, gliding to a stop at the area between the Hephaestus Cabin and the woods. And boy, had the campers been busy.

Sitting in the centre of the area was a great ship of sturdy oak beams, styled after a Greek Trireme, with four decks and hundreds of mechanical oars. Towering masts rose up from the top deck, and what looked like jet engines attached to the back. At the front was a gleaming gold figurehead in the shape of a dragon, with gleaming rubies for eyes.

I glided down to the deck, and found myself amidst four campers, only one of which I personally knew, but another I could guess. Three of them, two girls and a boy, wore orange camp shirts. The first girl was of course Annabeth, with her beautiful golden hair and stormy grey eyes, and the second had choppy brown hair and dark skin, like that of the Native Americans. They were in a heated argument, something about sending word ahead, and were brandishing their daggers at each other. The boy had short black hair with elfish ears and an impish expression, with a latino complexion. Around his waist was a tool belt, and he was fiddling nervously with tools. Clearly a son of Hephaestus.

The other boy was a different matter. He held himself with authority and discipline, standing completely straight, with a hand resting on the pommel of a golden gladius. He had short blond hair and lighting blue eyes, and wore a strikingly different shirt - a purple Camp Jupiter shirt. The only sign of his agitation was his scarred lip, which he was chewing upon. There was no question as to who this man was - it was Jason Grace, the lost Praetor of New Rome.

I drew further, just as Jason snapped. 'Girls! Does it really matter who sends word? I'll send it, shall I? At least that way they'll recognise me.'

The girls nodded reluctantly, sheathing their daggers. 'Leo,' Annabeth grumbled. 'Are you nearly ready?'

The impish boy nearly dropped his tools, before giving a goofy salute. 'Aye aye, Captain. Hang on, aren't I the Capt-'

'No,' the other girl smirked. 'You're a glorified pilot.'

Leo gave a gasp, feigning indignation. 'Piper! I'm wounded. And of course, I am the Captain, so I shall send the message. After all, I'm the only one who knows how to send it.'

The other demigods smiled bashfully, obviously forgetting the fact. 'Anyway, let's go! We've got a few days' journey, so we better go quickly.'

Annabeth smiled, muttering quietly to herself. If it wasn't for my enhanced senses courtesy of Lupa, I would never have caught it.

'I'm coming, Percy. Just you see.'

*

I awoke with a smile on my face, to find Reyna already up and… naked, with her clothes on the floor. She smiled vindictively when she saw my face, which was a deep beet red.

'Oh, hi Percy. You don't mind, do you?' she smirked. 'I could do this every day. It would save time.'

I shrieked, dashing out of the room, ignoring her sniggers. Spare toga it is.

A/N: First was war, now Rome! Whatever could come next!

BTW, a major part of this is an emphasis on real tradition, hence Reyna's behaviour. Also, it's just funny to tease Percy.

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