A/N: Anyone who wants to do a story where the characters read 'The Legacy of Athena and Hermes' series is allowed to do so as long as they tell me before hand.

I don't own Percy Jackson series or Naruto series, or any of the characters of either series. Nor am I the writer of the Son of the Huntress series

Warning: Read these stories if you haven't before reading this story:

'The Legacy of Athena and Hermes: The Lightning Thief'
'The Legacy of Athena and Hermes: The Sea of Monsters'
'The Legacy of Athena and Hermes: The Titan's Curse'
'The Legacy of Athena and Hermes: The Battle of the Labyrinth'
'The Legacy of Athena and Hermes: The Last Olympian'
'The Legacy of Athena and Hermes: The Staff of Hermes'
'The Legacy of the Heroes of Olympus: The Lost Hero'
'The Legacy of the Heroes of Olympus: The Quest for Buford'

I'm going to make this clear to those who don't approve the idea of legacies in Camp Half-Blood.

One: If you actually looked into Greek Mythology you know there been plenty of Greek Legacies. Heck Frank's ancestors were Greek legacies before they joined the Romans.

Two: Time and time again in the Percy Jackson series they mention many famous names Rick Riordan used as demigods Greek Demigods reaching adulthood-George Washington, Amelia Earhart, F.D.R., General Sherman and many more-many of which had children of their own which would make their kids legacies.

Three: About Naruto not being wise enough to be a Legacy of Athena, keep in mind in future reference for any sequel fanfictions of Percy Jackson that when Percy and Annabeth have kids, if they have any of Percy's personality they might not have much interest in school and thus not show much of any of Athena's wisdom. So I should have a pass on the matter with Naruto because of that fact.

Four: Since I made Naruto a legacy of Athena through Minato, he can't have any connections with the Romans as for any god/goddess, Olympian or Minor to have a legacy they must have children who later grow up to have children of their own. Minerva doesn't have kids, and it been clear before the return of Athena's Parthenos the idea of the matter was saw as a disgrace to the Romans as it meant Minerva broke her vow in their eyes. Not to mention the fact that the feud between Greek and Romans was kept alive for so long because of Athena.

Also for anyone who thinks it be okay having a child/Legacy of Artemis or Hestia to meet the romans, although Diana or Vesta wasn't treated any worse from their Greek counterparts as the comparison of Athena and Minerva, keep in mind they also made a vow to not have any kids, and since Romans take their vows so seriously they have their own god whose domain is over vows I think they would frown upon the idea of Diana and Vesta breaking their vows. Although I did enjoy The Son of the Huntress series, even though Naruto saved Reyna and Hylla the fact any more Romans would accept the idea there being a child and grandchild of two virgin goddesses feels a bit far fetch.

Frank Talks with Yugito and Percy

As he marched to the war games, Frank replayed the day in his mind. He couldn't believe how close he'd come to death.

That morning on sentry duty, before Percy and Yugito showed up, Frank had almost told Hazel his secret. The two of them had been standing for hours in the chilly fog, watching the commuters traffic on Highway 24. Hazel had been complaining about the cold.

"I'd give anything to be warm," she said, her teeth chattering. "I wish we had a fire." Even with her armor on, she looked great. Frank liked the way her cinnamon-toasted-colored hair curled around the edges of her helmet, and the way her chin dimpled when she frowned. She was tiny compared to Frank, which made him feel like a big clumsy ox. He wanted to put his arms around her to warm her up, but he'd never do that. She'd probably hit him, and he'd lose the only friend he had at camp.

I could make a really impressive fire, he thought. Of course, it would only burn for a few minutes, and then I'd die...

It was scary that he even considered it. Hazel had that effect on him. Whenever she wanted something, he had the irrational urge to provide it. He wanted to be the old-fashioned knight riding to her rescue, which was stupid, as she was way more capable at everything than he was.

He imagined what his grandmother would say: Frank Zhang riding to the rescue? Ha! He'd fall off his horse and break his neck.

Hard to believe it had been only six weeks since he'd left his grandmother's house-six weeks since his mom's funeral.

Everything had happened since then: wolves arriving at his grandmother's door, the journey to Camp Jupiter, the weeks he'd spent in the FIfth Cohort trying not to be a complete failure. Through it all, he kept the half-burned piece of firewood wrapped in a cloth in his coat pocket.

Keep it close, his grandmother had warned. As long as it is safe, you are safe.

The problem was that it burned so easily. He remembered the trip south from Vancouver. When the temperature dropped bellow freezing near Mount Hood, Frank had brought out the piece of tinder and held it in his hands, imagining how nice it would be to have some fire. Immediately, the charred end blazed with a searing yellow flame. It lit up the night and warmed Frank to the bone, but he could feel his life slipping away, as if he were being consumed rather than the wood. He'd thrust the flame into a snowbank. For a horrible moment it kept it finally went out, Frank got his panic under control. He wrapped the piece of wood and put it back in his coat pocket, determined not to bring it out again. But he couldn't forget it.

It was as though someone had said, "Whatever you do, don't think about that stick bursting into flame!"

So of course, that's all he thought about.

On sentry duty with Hazel, he would try to take his mind off it. He loved spending time with her. He asked her about growing up in New Orleans, but she got edgy at his questions, so they made small talk instead. Just for fun, they tried to speak French to each other. Hazel had some Creole blood on her mother side. Frank had taken French in school. Neither of them were fluent, and Louisiana French was so different from Canadian French it was almost impossible to converse. When Frank asked Hazel hosw beef was feeling today, and she replied that his shoe was green, they decided to give up.

Then Percy Jackson and Yugito Nii showed up.

Sure, Frank had seen kids fight monsters before. He'd fought plenty of them himself on his journey from Vancouver. But he'd never seen a Jinchuriki ninja who can blew blue flaming rats that explodes when hitting its target (that scared Frank more than the Gorgons, and made him uneasy around her since). He'd never seen a goddess in person. And the way Yugito summoned that cloak around her body (not on fire thank gods) and Percy created a whirlpool in the Little Tiber-Wow. Frank wished he had powers like that.

He could still feel the gorgon's claws pressing into his arms and smell their snaky breath-like dead mice and poison. His grandmother had always told him that cats were good luck and scared away ghosts, but he often pass it off and even made comments about it every time he see a cat in New Rome ('if they're so lucky why things seem to be getting worse' or 'how can we have so many Lares around if the cats are suppose to scare ghost away'). But after it was revealed Yugito had some kind of two tail cat sealed in her combine the fact Yugito and Percy saved him, Frank was starting to actually believed his grandmother about cats.

After the incident at the river, Reyna had sent Frank to the armory, which had given him way too much time to think.

While he polished swords, he remembered Juno, warning them to unleash Death.

Unfortunately, Frank had a pretty good idea of what the goddess meant. He had tried to hide his shock when Juno had appeared, but she looked exactly like his grandmother had described-right down to the goatskin cape.

She chose your path years ago, Grandmother had told him. And it will not be easy.

Frank glanced at his bow in the corner of the armory. He'd feel better if Apollo would claim him as a son. He secretly was envious when he heard Juno proclaimed Yugito as daughter of Apollo. Frank had been sure his godly parent would speak up on his sixteenth birthday, which had passed two weeks ago.

Sixteen was an important milestone for Romans. It had been Frank's first birthday at camp. But nothing had happened. Now Frank hoped he would be claimed on the Feast of Fortuna, though from what Juno had said, they'd be in battle for their lives on that day.

His father had to be Apollo. Archery was the only thing Frank was good at. Years ago, his mother had told him that their family name, Zhang meant "master of bows" in Chinese. That must have been a hint about his dad.

Frank put down his polishing rags. He looked at the ceiling. "Please, Apollo, if you're my dad, tell me. I want to be an archer like you."

"No, you don't," a voice grumbled.

Frank jumped out of his seat. Vitellius, the Fifth Cohort's Lar, was shimmering behind him. His full name was Gaius Vitellius Reticulus, but the other cohorts called him Vitellius the Ridiculous."

"Hazel Levesque sent me to check on you," Vitellius said, hiking up his sword belt. "Good thing, too. Look at the state of this armor!"

Vitellius wasn't one to talk. His toga was baggy, his tunic barely fit over his belly, and his scabbard fell off his belt every three seconds, but Frank didn't bother pointing that out.

"As for archers," the ghost said, "they're wimps! Back in my day, archery was a job for a barbarians. A good Roman should be in the fray, gutting his enemy with spear and sword like a civilized man! That's how we did it in the Punic Wars. Roman up, boy!"

Frank sighed. "I thought you were in Caesar's army."

"I was!"

"Vitellius, Caesar was hundreds of years after the Punic Wars. You couldn't have been alive that long."

"Questioning my honor?" Vitellius looked so mad, his purple aura glowed. He drew his ghostly gladius and yelled, "Take that!"

He ran the sword, which was about as deadly as a laser pointer, through Frank's chest a few times.

"Ouch," Frank said, just to be nice.

Vitellius looked satisfied and put his sword away. "Perhaps you'll think twice about doubting your elders next time! As for children of Apollo, you should look to Yugito for example. She's daughter of an archer god, but she obviously doesn't rely on archery. I can tell just by looking at her. I do hope she joins the Fifth Cohort. We can finally get a descent Roman if she does."

You and possibly all the other Cohorts, Frank thought as he remember hearing the other campers talking about wanting Yugito.

"Now... it was your sixteenth birthday recently, wasn't it?" Vitellius asked.

Frank nodded. He wasn't sure how Vitellius knew this, since Frank hadn't told anyone except Hazel, but ghosts had ways of finding out secrets. Eavesdropping while invisible was probably one of them.

"So that's why you're such a grumpy gladiator," the Lar said. "Understandable. The sixteenth birthday is your day of manhood! Your godly parent should have claimed you, no doubt about it, even if with only a small omen. Perhaps he thought you were younger. You look younger, you know, with that pudgy baby face."

"Thanks for reminding me," Frank muttered.

"Yes, I remember my sixteenth," Vitellius said happily. "Wonderful omen! A chicken in my underpants."

"Excuse me?"

Vitellius puffed up with pride. "That's right. I was at the river changing my clothes for my Liberalia. Rite of passage into manhood, you know. We did things properly back then. I'd taken off my childhood toga and was washing up to don the adult one. Suddenly, a pure white chicken ran out of nowhere, dove into my loincloth, and ran off with it. I wasn't wearing it at the time."

"That's good," Frank said. "And can I just say. Too much information?"

"Mm." Vitelius wasn't listening. "That was the sign I was descended from Aesculapius, the god of medicine. I took my cognomen, my third name, Reticulus, because it meant undergarment, to remind me of the blessed day when a chicken stole my loincloth."

"So... your name means Mr. Underwear?"

"Praise the gods! I became a surgeon in the legion, and the rest is history." He spread his arms generously. "Don't give up, boy. Maybe your father is running late. Most omens are not as dramatic as a chicken, of course. I knew a fellow once who got a dung beetle-"

"Thanks, Vitellius," Frank said. "But I have to finish polishing this armor-"

"And the gorgon blood?"

Frank froze. He hadn't told anyone about that. As far as he knew, only Percy and Yugito had seen him pocket the vials at the river, and they hadn't had a chance to talk about it.

"Come now," Vitellius chided. "I'm a healer. I know the legends about gorgon's blood. Show me the vials."

Reluctantly, Frank brought out the two ceramic flasks he'd retrieved from the Little Tiber. Spoils of war were often left behind when a monster dissolved-sometimes a tooth, or a weapon, or even the monster's entire head. Frank had known what the two vials were immediately. By tradition they belonged to Percy or Yugito-possibly both since there were two vials, since both had part in killing the Gorgon, but Frank couldn't help thinking. What if I could use them?

"Yes." Vitellius studied the vials approvingly. "Blood taken from the right side of a gorgon's blood can cure any disease, even bring the dead back to life. The goddess Minerva once gave a vial of it to my divine ancestor, Aesculapius. But the blood taken from the left side of a gorgon-instantly fatal. So, which is which?"

"Frank looked down at the vials. "I don't know. They're identical."

"Ha! But you're hoping the right vial could solve your problem with the burned stick, eh? Maybe break your curse?"

Frank was so stunned he couldn't talk.

"Oh, don't worry, boy." The ghost chuckled. "I won't tell anyone. I'm a Lar, a protector of the cohort! I wouldn't do anything to endanger you."

"You stabbed me through the chest with your sword."

"Trust me, boy! I have sympathy for you, carrying the curse of that Argonaut."

"The... what?"

Vitellius waved away the question. "Don't be modest. You've got ancient roots. Greek as well as Roman. It's no wonder Juno-" He tilted his head, as if listening to a voice from above. His face went slack. His entire aura flickered green. "But i've said enough! At any rate, I'll let you work out who gets the gorgon's blood. I supposed that newcomer Percy could use it too, with his memory problem. I'm sure Yugito can find use for that poison too."

Frank wondered what Vitellius had been about to say and what had made him so scared, but he got the feeling that for once Vitellius was going to keep his mouth shut.

He looked down at the two vials. He hadn't even thought of Percy's needing them. He felt guilty that he'd been intending to use the blood for himself. "Yeah. Of course. He should have it."

"Ah, but if you want my advice..." Vitellius looked up nervously again. "You three should wait on that gorgon's blood. If my sources are right, you're going to need it on your quest."

"Quest?"

The doors of the armory flew open.

Reyna stormed in with her metal greyhounds. Vitellius vanished. He might have liked chickens, but he did not like the praetor's dogs.

"Frank." Reyna looked troubled. "That's enough with the armor. Go find Hazel. Get Percy Jackson and Yugito Nii down here. They been up there too long. I don't want Octavian..." she hesitated. "Just get Percy and Yugito down here."

...

So Frank had run all the way to Temple Hill.

Walking back, Percy had asked tons of questions about Hazel's brother, Nico, but Frank didn't know that much.

"He's okay. I mean he must be considering how friendly his hellhound Hiruzen is," Frank said. "He's just not like Hazel-"

"What do you mean?" Yugito asked.

"Oh, um..." Frank coughed. He'd meant that Hazel was better looking and nicer, but he decided not to say that. "Nico is kind of mysterious. He makes everybody else nervous, being the so of Pluto and all."

"But not you?" Yugito noted.

Frank shrugged. "Pluto's cool. It's not his fault he runs the Underworld. He just bad luck when the gods were dividing up the world, you know? Jupiter got the sky, Neptune got the sea, and Pluto got the shaft."

"Death doesn't scare you?" Percy asked.

Frank almost wanted to laugh. Not at all! Got a match?

Instead he said, "Back in the old times, like the Greek times, when Pluto was called Hades, he was more of a death god. When he became Roman, he got more... I don't know, respectable. He became the god of wealth, too. Everything under the earth belong to him. So I don't think of him as being really scary."

"Sounds like he got better deal with the Romans," Yugito said. "Back home the shinigami is just the god of the dead."

Percy scratched his head. "How does a god become ROman? If he's Greek, wouldn't he stay Greek?"

Frank walked a few steps, thinking about that. Vitellius would've given Percy an hour long lecture on the subject, probably with a PowerPoint presentation, but Frank took his best shot. "The way Romans saw it, they adopted the Greek stuff and perfected it."

Percy made a sour face. "Perfected it? Like there was something wrong with it?"

Frank remembered what Vitellius had said: You've got ancient roots. Greek as well as Roman. His grandmother had said something similar.

"I don't know," he admitted. "Rome was more successful than Greece. They made this huge empire. The gods became a bigger deal in Roman times-more powerful and widely known. That's why they're still around today. So many civilizations based themselves on Rome. The gods changed to Roman because that's where the center of power was. Jupiter was... well, more responsible as a Roman god than he had been when he was Zeus. Mars became a lot more important and disciplined."

"And Juno became a hippie bag lady," Percy noted.

"I think Juno was just using that form for us, Percy," Yugito said.

"Right-" Percy said. "So you're saying the old Greek gods-they just changed permanently to Roman? There's nothing left of the Greek?"

"Uh..." Frank looked around to make sure there were no campers or Lares nearby, but the main gates were still a hundred yards away. "That's a sensitive topic. Some people say Greek influence is still around, like it's still a part of the gods' personalities. I've heard stories of demigods occasionally leaving Camp Jupiter. They reject Roman training and try to follow the older Greek style-like being solo heroes instead of working as a team the way the legion does. And back in the ancient days, when Rome fell, the estern half of the empire survived-the Greek half."

Percy stared at him. "I didn't know that."

"It was called Byzatium," Frank like saying that word. It sounded cool. "The eastern empire lasted another thousand years until the Ottoman Empire conquered it, but it was always more Greek than Roman. FOr those of us who follow the Roman way, it's kind of a sore subject. That's why whatever country we settle in, Camp Jupiter is always the west-the Roman part of the territory. The east is considered bad luck."

"Huh." Percy frowned.

Frank couldn't blame him for feeling confused. The Greek/Roman stuff give him a headache, too.

They reached the gates.

"I'll take you two to the baths to get you cleaned up-or I guess find someone for Yugito as the baths are separated by gender. Yugito-you don't have any problem with baths, do you?"

"I can tolerate them," Yugito said. "Part of learning how to walk on water is risking getting wet, after all."

Frank guess she was referring to whatever technique allows her to walk on the Little Tiber. He guess it wasn't something that come natural for Yugito and they had to learn how to do it.

"Listen guys, about those vials I found at the river," Frank said.

"Gorgon's blood," Percy said. "One vial heals. One is poison."

Frank's eyes widened. "You know about that?"

"One of the Gorgon sisters-Stheno told us about her blood," Yugito said.

"I kinda figure out what was in the vials after I saw them," POercy admitted.

"Listen, I wasn't going to keep them."

"Relax Frank, you can keep them for the time being," Yugito said. "I'm guessing you don't know which one is poison and which one heals, right?"

"Y-yeah," Frank responded.

"Then we can't really use it anyways until we find out," Yugito said.

"Plus it would look bad if I carry the vial that turns out to be poison," Percy said.

"But if we could figure out which, it might heal your memory, Percy." Frank added.

Percy's smile faded. He gazed across the hills. "Maybe... I guess. But we don't know which one is which. Besides, there's a battle coming. We may need them to save lives."

Frank stared at Percy, a little bit in awe. Percy had a chance to get his memory back, and he was willing to wait in case someone else needed the vial more? Romans were supposed to be unselfish and help their comrades, but Frank wasn't sure anyone else at camp would have made that choice.

"So you don't remember anything, Percy?" Frank asked. "Family, friends?"

Percy fingered the clay beads around his neck. "Only glimpses. Murky stuff. A girlfriend... I thought she'd be at camp." He looked at Frank carefully, as if making a decision. "Her name was Annabeth. You don't know her, do you?"

Frank shook his head. "I know everybody at camp, but no Annabeth. What about your family? Is your mom mortal?"

"I guess so... she's probably worried out of her mind."

"What about Yugito?" Frank asked.

"I never met my mother. The Fourth Raikage pretty much looked after me to make sure I'm never alone to give me an edge to mastering the two-tail's power," Yugito said. "I guess you could say he and Killer Bee-the Jinchuriki of the Eight Tails-were my surrogate family, although Killer Bee annoyed me at times, but I got him to thank too, since his success in mastering the eight tails is gave the fourth Raikage the idea of how to help me master the two-tails."

"I guess that makes sense," Percy said. "What about you, Frank? Does your mom get to see you much?"

Frank stopped at the bathhouse entrance. He grabbed some towels for two people in the supply shed. "She died."

Percy knit his brow. "How?"

Usually Frank would lie. He'd say an accident and shut off the conversation. Otherwise his emotions got out of control. He couldn't cry at Camp Jupiter. He couldn't show weakness. But with Percy and Yugito, Frank found it easier to talk.

"She died in the war," Frank said. "Afganistan."

"She was in the military?" Percy asked.

"Canadian. Yeah."

"Canada? I didn't know-"

"Most Americans don't." Frank sighed. "But yeah, Canada has troops there. My mom was a captain. She was one of the first women to die in combat. She saved some soldiers who were pinned down by enemy fire. She... she didn't make it. The funeral was right before I came here."

Percy and Yugito nodded. Neither asked for more details, which Frank appreciated. They didn't say they were sorry, or make any of the well-meaning comments Frank always hated: Oh, you poor guy. That must be so hard on you. YOu have my deepest condolences.

It was like Percy and Yugito faced death before, like he knew about grief. Frank guessed Yugito might actually had faced death, and like him, didn't like talking about it. WHat mattered was listening. You didn't need to say you were sorry. The only thing that helped was moving on-moving forward.

"How about we take one of these Roman baths now," Yugito offered. "The sooner I get this done the better, and Percy is filthy."

Frank managed a smile. "Yeah, he is."

"I'm right here, you know," Percy responded but that just caused all three to laugh.

As they walked into the steam room and find someone to help Yugito get situated in the female section of the bath house, Frank thought of his grandmother, his mom, and his cursed childhood, thanks to Juno and her piece of firewood. He almost wished he could forget his past, the way Percy did.

A/N: Heads up, Sheffinator has posted the reading of fanfiction for The Legacy series called 'Reading of the Legacy of Athena and Hermes'. I have gave them permission and the first chapter is posted.