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Chapter 3 - Dreaming of Greece

I hurried into the senate building, nearly tripping over my toga on the way to my seat. After I had gotten over my early morning embarrassment, I had called a meeting, as I had a feeling I couldn't hide my heritage for much longer. Better reveal it voluntarily, I suppose.

I sat in the throne, gazing out over the legionnaires, Lares and senators, with the odd civilian or faun mixed in for good measure. I sighed. This was not going to go well.

'Reyna!' Octavion yelled, standing up. 'What is the reason for this emergency meeting?'

Reyna glared at him. 'As I keep having to remind you, Perseus Jackson is also a Praetor. It was he who called this meeting.'

I stood up straight, swallowing my anxiety, before turning to the crowd. 'Friends, Romans, Countrymen. Lend me your ears.'

Beside me, I could see Reyna frown. While I had always been charismatic, I wasn't one for formal speeches. I too was confused as to where this had come from.

'Three weeks ago, I was welcomed into the Camp, with no memory, no identity, other than that of a Roman demigod. But I was different, wasn't I? A son of Neptune, though my memory still eluded me. It was also clear that I had significant, yet unorthodox, training, besting many of our finest soldiers on the Field of Mars. And then there was the quest! A quest that required me to drink a random vial of Gorgon's Blood!'

There were gasps from the crowd. None had heard that part of my tale.

'Once we had left the gods-forsaken land of Alaska, my memories began to return, a past that I could not remember. And the results shocked me, as I am sure they shall shock you. I am not the son of Neptune.'

There were cries of outrage. They saw it as me abusing authority, stealing power. I raised my hand, and they were silenced. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Nico freeze, terror written over his face. I winked at him.

'As I said, I am not the son of Neptune, but the son of Poseidon, the Greek God of the sea!'

'I was right!' one of the lares screeched, resulting in a senate wide argument. This time, my hand did not silence them. I was, after all, a filthy Greek.

'Let you Praetor speak!' Reyna bellowed, and the senate fell silent.

'There is a whole camp of us Greeks, near New York. I am treated as a leader there, for I am one of their most experienced. In my memory, the two camps are very similar. The main differences? Discipline and life expectancy. Yes, we are a rowdy bunch. But tell me, was I not effective, breaking from the ranks? Reyna, what is the life expectancy of a Roman demigod?'

Reyna frowned. 'Around eighty, I'd say.'

'For the Greeks, it is fifteen.' There was silence. No-one knew what to say.

'Good riddance, I say!' Octavian bellowed. 'Wipe the filth from the Earth.'

I snarled at him, fixing him with a wolf stare. 'I am Greek, but that makes me no less of a legionnaire. I still have nine years left of servitude. I have trained in your ways, and follow your ways. Am I not one of you? If I did not tell you, would you have known. I tell you, Greece means you no harm. But they are coming, and will be arriving, for some stupid reason, in a fully armed Greek Trireme. Don't ask me, my girlfriend was probably telling them it was a stupid idea.'

I saw people mouth the word girlfriend, and a few mouthing trireme, but I continued. 'Why are they coming? Because like me being here with no memory, Jason Grace has been there without his! But he has remembered and he is com-' I was drowned out by the cries of disbelief and excitement. I smiled. That seemed to placate them. I turned to Reyna.

'Reyna, I'm sorry I didn't tell you ear-erk!'

A dizzy spell came over me, and I sank to my knees, head colliding with the stone floor. I was out like a light. And of course, that meant dreams.

*

Nearly there. I'm nearly back. Starting to gain a bit of… no no no -

*

I ran through the dark tunnels, gripping a gleaming ball of silver thread, following the left hand wall. I had to find the centre first, before anyone else did. I had to find the Minotaur.

'Theseus!' one of the other champions called after me. 'Wait up! I ignored him, not willing to bring him into the fight.

I soon realised that the Labyrinth was shifting, changing as I went. Sticking to the left would not work. I turned to the wall, summoning as much power as I could. I felt a pull in my gut and my hairs stand on end. I unleashed the torrent of charged shockwaves at the wall, thrown backwards by the sheer blast. I leapt up, charging at the opening I had formed, only to slam into a rapidly reforming wall. I slammed my fist against the wall. Even the power of Poseidon was useless in this torturous maze.

I sighed. Guess random running it is.

As I ran, I grew more and more disoriented, and more and more tortured by the screams of dying tributes. I knew that Minos' court would be watching these gory games from above, and this was their sick idea of entertainment. Thank goodness for the magic ball of silver string.

I rounded one final corner, before coming face to face with the beast of nightmares. It was a hulking creature, with the body of a very hairy very large man. That was the normal part.

From the neck up, it had the head of a monstrous bull, with beady, bloodshot eyes. Sprouting from its head were two jagged horns.

I am proud to say I did not scream. Much.

I looked around for something to use, ducking out of the way of its barralling form. Around us were countless corpses in various states of decay. That gave me an idea. I lunged at one of the skeletons, ripping a pair of ribs from it's lifeless form.

'Hey, beefcake!' I yelled at the beast, ribs held like duel swords. Oh, how I wished I had Anaklusmos. The bull turned to face me, bellowing an animalistic roar. It stamped its foot, before charging straight at me.

At the last possible moment, I rolled out of the way, digging the ribs into the side of the monster. Only one managed to pierce the beast's thick hide, promptly lodging in and snapping. Great, weapon resistance hides. I could deal with this.

As the beast made another pass at me, I dodged backwards, kicking off of the wall, flipping into the air. I threw the broken, jagged bone at the beast's back with all my force, allowing it to dig into the back of the monster, and I landed with one foot on the floor, summoning the power of my father.

As I landed, a shockwave of epic proportions emanated from my foot, destabilising the room and the beast. As the minotaur collapsed onto its knees, a chunk of marble fell from the roof, slamming directly on its head.

There was an audible snap, and the beast lurched backwards, bleeding and disorientated, down to only one horn. It lunged at me again, but due to its missing horn, it barreled too far to my left, allowing me to dash forward, stabbing it in the side, lodging the rib deep into its waist. I then scooped up the razor sharp horn, pirouetting to face the demon of dreams.

It stood there, focussing upon me with its blood lust. I gripped the horn in my hand, feeling blood seeping from the razor sharp edge. I ignored it.

I watched as the beast barreled towards me, and time seemed to slow down. I jumped forwards, kicking off the wall with the full power of earthquakes behind me, horn outstretched. With a sickening squelch, the horn embedded the beast right in the forehead, and it fell backwards, cross-eyed. It was sand before it hit the ground.

*

I walked out of the maze, exhausted, rounding up the survivors as I went. It was over. The tributes were over. 'Hey, Minos!'

The King in question turned to face me. 'If you think I have anything to say to you…'

I smirked at him. 'Nah, I have something to say to you. Poseidon rules, Zeus drools!' There was a crack of thunder, and I made like the wind, sprinting to the boat. Thankfully, Minos did not have the strength of his youth. And I had killed his minotaur.

*

OK. Right focus. Focus. No no no come ba-

*

I stood at the deck of my great ship, surveying the sea. At last, I saw it.

'Zethes! Calais! We're here.'

'The Clashing Rocks, Jason?'

I grimaced. 'I wouldn't ask you to do this if there was any other way.'

There was a booming laugh from behind me. 'My boy, if even my mighty strength cannot keep those rocks open, how would you, pitiful mortal.'

'Heracles,' I grumbled. 'I am a champion of Hera. Trust me, if we were to fight, I would win. Your strength would fail you. Or do you not remember that time with Atalanta.' He grew beet red, and ran off. I chuckled.

The time he was drunk and tried to rape Atalanta was truly amusing. His strength had given way, and I kneed him in the jewels. He hadn't done that again. I sighed. Sometimes I wondered if it was wise to have him on this voyage, just because of his strength. He was a bit of a boneheaded jerk.

'Jason?' Zethes asked hesitantly. 'It's now or never.'

'Now.'

The demigod son of Boreas leapt into the air, purple wings sending him straight through the rocks. They crashed together, and I waited with bated breath. Thankfully, I saw him safe and sound on the other side.

'Full speed ahead!' I bellowed. 'This is our only shot!'

We sailed straight through the quivering rocks, barely escaping the collision. I sighed.

'Well, one down, many more to go.'

*

Uhhh, why can't I change this! I'm gaining pow-

*

I ran through the city in the dead of night, the golden ram's fleece slung over my shoulder, and my new wife Medea gripping my hand.

*

I watched as Medea slaughtered our children in a frenzied rage, unable to cope with the fact she wasn't the woman I had agreed to marry. Even Anaklusmos couldn't stop her.

*

I sat, resting on the rotting Argo, feeling pitiful for myself. How had my glorious legacy turned to dust in the short span of my life. Even my sword had been stolen by Heracles. I drifted off to sleep, and never woke up again.

*

Good, back in control. No! Wrong way!

*

I sat upon my horse, surveying the lands below. I had been chosen to conquer and unite these lands by my wise mother. I alone still carried the virtue of the ancient demigods, and that is because I was not from the stagnating Greece but the progressive Macedonia, and my mother was Athena, the wisest of all the gods.

'King Alexander, what are your orders? The Athenian and Spartan armies are united in the field below.'

'Bring me the camera.'

Two giant stones were brought towards me with a tiny whole formed where they joined. Inside were several disks of glass, all bent at different angles, designed to magnify the land. If only it was smaller, but my genius had yet to improve upon my original design.

I looked down at the red and blue armies below, analysing their formations. Pretty standard, with obvious weak spots. Then I looked into the woodlands and the city. Groups of men were stationed out of clear sight, hovering around the weak spots.

'Send a quarter of the army down in a forward charge. Then, send half of the remainders, round the city to attack from behind. With the remaining army, split it, attacking in a pincer formation. I will attack from behind. Wait for the signal.

I galloped around the army, using the cover of the hills, until I had positioned myself behind the great city of my mother. I turned to face a lieutenant, making a few hand gestures. He in turn repeated them to one of the pincer groups, and within minutes, the war cry of my great army could be heard, charging into battle.

We crept through the deserted streets, abandoning our horses. Our swords were sheathed but our knives were gleaming in the sunlight. The archers scaled the buildings with grappling arrows, a creation I myself created. As we came across the ambushers, we slit their throats, like assassins in the night. It was a skill I had developed and perfected as a young prince, sneaking into rival states, as well as his warfare. It wasn't any old twenty year old king who could say they were undefeated in battle.

Once the ambushers had been dealt with in the city, I watched as the soldiers in the trees leapt out, slaughtering my decoys. I sent out another signal, and my pincer troops converged, evening the battle. I watched as the tactics changed, and planned my checkmate move. I sent four separate hand signals: one for the rest of my army, one for the archers, one for the sarrissa, and one for my fellow swordsman.

After my army had retreated, seemingly losing the battle, I charged out at the head of my army, sarrissa just behind the sword line, and watched as green flames descended upon the enemy, exploding in mushrooms of destructive fire. I had utilised the recipe of Greek fire to create deadly, explosive arrows, creating a flame that water would not extinguish. The ranks were decimated, before the arrows stopped, just as I reached the battlefront.

The enemy, now a fifth of its original size, was caught unaware, forced to stay into position by their bulky shield. There is a reason only my archers have shields, and those are the Barricada, or standing shields. By the time there was time to move, their numbers were halved once more, and my twirling blade slaughtered them where they stood. I had won once again.

*

I walked through the streets of a progressive, prosperous Athens, the capital of a united Greece. I heard whispers of Alexander the Great, the greatest king in the history of Greece. And that was when I saw the Asian Oracle.

He sat crouched on a corner in traditional Chinese robes, clutching a bundle of rope. 'There is a prophecy, young King, that requires I travel the world. This rope is a gift from the Holy Realm.'

I raised an eyebrow, but let him continue. 'This is a god made knot. It is foretold that he who shall undo it shall conquer Asia.'

My eyebrows shot up. I was not going to risk losing an Empire to some fool. 'May I try?' He nodded.

I brought the bundle to me, examining it. It was truly intricate. I shrugged, before swinging my sword Anaklusmos, cleaving the bundle in two. It collapsed into two piles, completely undone. The monk sat speechless.

*

I lay in bed, slowly passing into the underworld. I had lived a good life. I had united Greece, I had conquered Asia. I would forever be known as the unbeatable King.

*

I awoke sharply, but not drenched in sweat for once. I sat, frowning. Why did it still feel familiar?

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