Chapter 3
Nick's P.O.V.
I am Nick, the praetor of the First Legion, son of Jupiter. I am sixteen and have been at the Roman camp for fourteen years. Now that you know my past let's get to the present. I have been in Rome for some time now when my comrades attacked the Greeks, but today my troops will have a surprise for someone.
I stood alone on top of the Palazze Eni the tallest building in Rome. I smiled and said to myself. "Its time." I looked down towards the city and said. "People of Rome," all around people stopped and looked around until their eyes fell upon me. I then saw a group of people looking at me with hatred. 'Swiss guards,' I thought. "I am the praetor of the First Legion, a child of Rome, the son of the almighty god Jupiter." I looked down and saw people give shock and the Swiss guards raise their guns. Other people stood in anger and I knew they were probably half-bloods.
I smiled and said. "I am here to free you from the Christians; we are Rome kids of the gods and kings. We deserve better than this. Join us in this fight or hide, but if you fight with the enemy then with will be punished." I looked as the Swiss guards shot their guns at me. I raised my hands and a force field erected stopping the bullets. "Is battle," I said my lance and yelled, "For Rome," and a punch of Roman half-bloods ran into the streets attacking the Swiss guards.
I saw the battle rage and jumped from the building using my powers to make from fall slower. I landed and went into battle. I saw a legion formation attacking some of the guards. I smiled as I saw a man with a cross coming towards me. I screamed and fell then smiled and stood up. "A cross won't hurt me." I stabbed the man. In a few hours Rome was ridden of the Swiss guards. I was standing on a platform before an assembled group. "We have taken out homeland back and now to rid ourselves of the Greeks." Cheers went up from the crowd and swords raised enthusiasm.