It's HERE! THE THIRD CHAPTER! I am so, so, SO sorry that I made you wait so long! I was having difficulty writing this chapter, and I finally got it! Yes! I'm finally considering this acceptable! So, without further ado, ON WITH THE STORY!:

Back in Aquitania...

Percy woke up, feeling a massive throbbing trying to shatter his head. His eyes felt like they were spinning, and his mouth felt dry and yucky. He attempted to sit up, and failed horribly. The throbbing in his head had only increased, making him feel like one of the rocks in the Quarry. He let out a loud groan, unable to bear the pain.

His mother ran in, tears streaking her face, "PERSEUS! YOU'RE OKAY!" His mother pulled him into a tight hug, fresh tears soaking his face. Percy let out a strangled noise, he couldn't breathe. His mother immediately let go, allowing Percy to take in the sweet air. "YOU IDIOT!" She screamed at him, "What were you doing, taking on the LEGATE and FORTY of his PRAETORIANS!"

"Sweet Olympi, you have a strong set of lungs!" Percy muttered, "I-I..." He trailed off, remembering the events before.

Her red hair, still smelling of strawberries. Her green eyes gazing empty, seeing into the void. Her beautiful lips, slightly open. His Rachelle, dead.

Percy broke down, tears slipping out of his eyes. His mother held him closer, hushing, cradling him like he when he was just a babe. "We were trying to save Rachelle." He sobbed, the horrible memory imprinted in his mind, "But, they had already killed her!"

"Shhhhhhh, it's okay Percy, I'm so sorry..." His mother went on comforting him like she did whenever he would hurt himself.

Percy pulled back, and went to dab at his eyes. His hand touched something scratchy. He froze instantly, and looked at his mother, fresh tears entering her eyes. He moved his hand down, feeling more of them. They were going at a right-diagonal over his right eye. He moved his hand back up, and this time moved above his eye, more of them. Stitches.

"Percy... I'm so sorry... My poor baby boy!" His mother sobbed, her head in her hands.

"I need to go to the pond!" Percy said, and tried to swing his legs over the bedside. Sharp pain erupted from his ribs, and he fell back down, whacking his head on a shelf, and going back into unconsciousness...

He was surrounded by a forest, most of it on fire. The tendrils of flame slithering into the sky. Smoke filled the air, barely capable of breathing. The sounds of metal striking metal erupted in the air, along with the echoing and piercing screams of the dying and wounded.

Percy could see two men standing on top of a large rock formation, battling sword-to-sword. One had thinning black hair, and dark maroon eyes. He was dressed in roman armor, with gold trimming along the lengths of it. His sword was a Gladius, with an extra long hilt.

The second man looked familiar: A long black mop of hair, emerald green eyes, and a scar starting on the left side of his right temple, going over his right eye, and to his cheekbone diagonally. But this man was considerably older, and very experienced in warfare. He wielded a Greek-Design sword, made of bronze.

They clashed, the first man had an atmosphere about him, making him seem immensely powerful. The second man had an atmosphere too, though not quite as strong.

The second man spoke: "Mucius!" The man shouted, "Stop! You'll bring about the ruin of the world!"

'Mucius' spoke now: "Don't tell me what to do, Son of Neptune!" he sneered, "I am far more powerful than you could ever be!"

The son of Neptune spoke now: "You've betrayed everything you swore to protect!" Their swords clashed and spun several more times, like a beautiful, but very deadly, dance.

"That won't matter!" Mucius yelled, "None of it will, once my father returns to power!"

"It's not too late! End this madness!" The son of Neptune yelled, swinging his blade in deadly arcs, exchanging blows.

"Of course it is, Perseus!" Mucius yelled, and spartan kicked 'Perseus', Mucius began to glow gray, his eyes glowing red. Mucius spoke, his voice deep, "BEHOLD! THE SON OF SATURN!" An explosion emanated from Mucius, and the dream ended...

Percy opened his eyes, light blinding him for a few moments. Mass throbbing pain filled his mind, it felt horrific. He saw his mother's face, and he closed his eyes, waiting for the throbbing pain to vanish. What felt like an eternity later, it was still there. Percy finally decided to quit being a baby, and he opened his eyes, and swung his legs over the bed. As he brought his head up, he lightly bumped his head... again.

"Sweet Olympi! I will chop this shelf up later today!" He screamed, rubbing his head vigorously. His mother entered the room again, took a single look at him, and decided something.

"Get back in bed!" She commanded. Percy looked at her, like, she was insane.

"No, I've spent enough time in bed!" He said, a determined expression written on his face.

"I said to get back in bed." She ordered once again.

"And I said 'no'," Percy added some sarcasm, "you won't stop me."

"Fine, fine, fine!" His mother said after a long pause, "just, please, take it slowly, okay?"

"Okay, I'll try to take it slowly, I'm fit as a bull." He said, got up onto his feet, and steadied himself. He took a step forward, and the next thing he know's, he's face-first in the ground. Percy felt arms grab his hands, and help him up. "Uhh, quick question? How long was I out?" His mother seemed hesitant to share this info with him, so he repeated it again, "Please, for the love of the gods, how long was I in that gods-cursed bed?"

"Two weeks." The world stopped, and Percy couldn't breathe. Two weeks. Two weeks. Two weeks. Those two, very simple, very plain words kept echoing. Two weeks.

"The funerals already done?" He asked, very weakly.

"Yes." His mother answered. Percy felt fresh hot tears well up, he didn't get a chance to see her off. Before he could respond, there was shouting outside, and his mother looked worried. Percy gave her a look that said: You better help me out there, or I kill myself attempting to get there! She draped his left arm over her shoulder, and helped support him out the door.

Outside, there was his father, and majority of the village, but there were many, MANY others. Legionnaires. A whole Legion was here. Yelling at Percy's father, was a man wearing a purple cape, and had the head of a lion for a helmet, and it's pelt flowing down his back. The man had a darkening charcoal beard, a pointed chin, and slanted cheek bones. The man also had dark brown eyes, very calculating, and full of a great sorrow.

Behind him was a man with a bear for a helmet, with it's pelt also flowing down his back. He had a blonde goatee, and hazel eyes, these had a look that told you not to mess with him. The second man was also a giant, which probably helped with the "not messing with him" part.

As Percy exited the hovel, it grew deathly silent. The man with the lion helmet looked at Percy, looking him up and down, analyzing every last bit of him. Finally the man approached, and said, "You're Perseus, son of Turrinus, correct?" Percy could only nod. "You, Charlus and Leos, sons of Hostilius, and Michael, son of Sextus," He said, his voice thundering over the silent crowd, "have killed Legate Glaucus Meridius Syllevia, which is a crime, punishable by death." The village people began to protest at this.

"SILENCE!" The man bear helmet guy yelled, silencing everyone.

The lion helmet guy continued, "But I, Imperator Decimus Hirtius Priscus, am hereby conscripting the four of you into the 23rd Legion!" At this, if possible, the village crowd roared with disapproval. Percy felt absolute shock flowing through himself, and he could see, over to his left, that Charlus, Leos, and Michael felt the same. He saw his father was one of the most vocal protesters, crying out his anger at the Imperator.

"You won't take my son! He did only what any normal person would've done!" His father shouted. The Imperator, Decimus, turned to him.

"So, you would prefer that your son be crucified, for all to see? You'd prefer him to die slowly, painfully, and in absolute agony?" Decimus asked him, looking Percy's father right in the eyes. Percy's father hesitated, then looked down, defeated.

"No. No, I wouldn't wish it on any father, to see their child be crucified." His father said, a single tear falling gracefully from his strong face.

"Okay. Now, listen to me! I am giving your sons a new chance! They won't have the bonds of slavery on them! These four will serve with honor, and integrity!" He paused, looking around the crowd, which was a silent as an abandoned meadow, his words echoing across the faces. "They will serve in the 23rd Legion! Which is, one of the most powerful, and comradely, legion known to the empire!" He yelled this part, and all the legionnaires, all 50,000 of them, gave a loud -AROOH- -AROOH- -AROOH-!

Decimus licked his lips, and turned to the four boys. Percy could feel his analytic eyes, those sorrowful orbs, piercing into him, dissecting his very nature. "Now, I will allow you four, to say your goodbyes, and then we depart, immediately." Percy could only nod, the shock of the entire situation flooding over him. They were going to be legionnaires? The four of them? They would serve the very empire that they had toiled in the cold, hard days for, as soldiers? A certain sense of pride entered his heart. It wasn't often that slaves were inducted into the military, if at all. The closest a slave that became a legionnaire was, are the Gladiators. If they're freed from service, they were offered positions as officers.

He turned, looking at his mother, who had tears completely covering her face. The thought struck him like a smack to the face. This could be the last time he ever saw his mother. He felt new tears spring into his eyes, he had never even slept in a different house, much less, leave here for good. All Percy ever knew was here, his entire life. Now, he had to say goodbye, to the only world he had ever known. It briefly entered his mind, but, was this what Michael, Charlus, and Leos were feeling?

His mother gave him crushing hug, crying into his shoulder, and Percy cried too. He half wanted to die instead. What if being a legionnaire wasn't good, what if he was always criticized for what he was born as? He decided, to cry out his depressing thoughts there, and from then on, he would be known as one of the strongest men the legion ever knew.

After what felt like an eternity, it was time to go. It had been extremely hard for Percy to say goodbye to Grover, who had been possibly, his greatest friend he had ever known. Saying goodbye to his father though, was by far, the toughest thing ever. He hugged his father, and a few tears did escape. He felt a few drops fall on his hair, which he knew were tears from his father.

"Don't worry Perseus." His father said, his voice shaking under heart wrench, "I'm sure, you'll be the greatest legionnaire known. And someday, I know, you'll make an impact, for the whole world to see." Percy cried all out now, hearing his father say those things, made the heartbreak in his heart worsen.

Finally, it was time. He had to go. Percy, the slave, was now leaving the only home he knew behind. A couple of legionnaires guided the four boys to a cart, and ordered them to sit there. Once seated, the 23rd Legion moved out, leaving the small village behind. As it began to fade, Percy suddenly remembered something, one last goodbye. He whispered this one, so tiny, he was letting a piece of himself go.

"Goodbye, Rachelle."

ABOUT DAMN TIME! I couldn't take how long this took me! I feel REALLY, REALLY bad that I took so long. Okay, I am putting up the next due date for chapter 4, which will be in Annabeth's point of view. Also, I am finally writing a Harry Potter fanfic, called: The Reznoten Chronicles: Reign of the Black Raven. It will be hopefully a long series, and I intend to finish this, and all my other stories too. So, As Always, Have A Nice Day!

Chapter 4 = 9/26/2013