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*READ!* Reuploaded this chapter because I just found out my younger brother slightly sabotaged my prophecy.

VI

Frank

Troy. The instant Nico read the clue, Frank pieced the clues together. One of the ancient world's greatest cities, until it was destroyed by the Greeks. The hero was Achilles, shot in the ankle by Paris. The "founder of Rome" was Aeneus. Frank racked his brain to remember the king who invaded Troy. King Agamemnon or someone? The counselors and centurions both figured out the city a few seconds later.

They started muttering amongst themselves. Some of the campers who were going to their next activity looked at the group curiously. Frank shooed them away. A few of them snickered at him before leaving, but Frank was used to it. After all, it wasn't every day that a lactose-intolerant beefy Chinese-Canadian baby man (SoN reference) told them to leave.

Normally, this would be the time Percy or Annabeth would speak up and crack a joke about the clue. But instead, Leo took his place. "Ok ok, the city is Troy, the epic city of epic cool epicness that was epic cool from epicness. Man, the engineering of that place was just wow! Obviously, the first of the 4 pieces of the bow is located there, in the place where Achilles died. Nyssa, I want you to take the rest of Cabin 9 and start upgrading the ships with Archimedes's scrolls. Malcolm, I want you to start loading supplies and organizing the cabins."

They both nodded and left. Leo continued, "Reyna, that's your name right? Take the Roman navy and meet us at the coordinates I'm going to send you, 'k?" The Romans, including Frank, all shuffled uncomfortably. Frank said, "Our navy… well, it's not much."

Leo frowned. "How much is 'not much?' I need an operational definition. Not much for us is only 1-2 ships. Not much to you might be several hundred." He stated.

Frank answered, "well, our navy is basically, um…. Basically just a rowboat."

Everyone from Camp Half-Blood gathered laughed. Leo tried to saw between fits of hysteria, "Wha- What do you- *breakdown* Waddya mean by a rowboat!?" He broke down again. Somebody muttered quietly, "And Percy sank it during his quest."

"Umm, well, the Romans were always scared of the sea…"

Leo raised his eyebrow. "So you guys were afraid of Percy?"

"Of course! He can summon hurricanes, breathe underwater, and fall hundreds of feet into, like half an inch of water!"

"Oh, really?" Leo's hand burst into flames. The Roman centurions backed up. Even Frank, who knew about Leo, unconsciously felt his coat pocket, and then remembered he had given his stick to Hazel.

"If you really have no means of oversea transportation, then I guess we could build you a few extra triremes. Space will be limited for you guys, since we don't have time to build a whole navy, but a couple of ships- 4 or 5 should be nice."

The Romans seemed upset that they didn't get Greek luxuries.

"Anyways, before we left, I thought we might have a little fun." Leo extinguished his hand and smirked.

"Yeah?" Octavian sneered. "What's it going to be? 'Show Off Competition?"

"No, I have a better idea. It's a mixture of siege and capture the flag. Both teams have until tonight to design a fort in the woods. It's all Greeks against all the Romans. Our slightly better training-" *A few unhappy comments and complaints from some Romans* "-should even out your numbers. Both teams have one defensive side and one attacker side. Anything is allowed, so long as killing and maiming are avoided when possible. First team to bring the enemy banner to their own side of the creek wins. How do you all like it?" Leo smiled wickedly. This usually meant he had a nasty trick up his sleeve. Frank shuddered at what he was going to unleash.

He was excitied at having this battle. Maybe this time they could prove that they weren't weak. Everyone else seemed to be happy, and broke apart, calling the 2 camps to order. Frank went with Reyna. She layed out the game plan. "So, we will place the veterans in front to break through the Greek main battle line, supported by hastati to fill gaps in the line. Medics be on call for injuries.. That's 1st and 5th cohort. 1st will form the first 2 ranks, 17 each. The 5th will be 20 feet behind, ready to back up any gaps in the line. 3rd cohort will cover the left flank, and 4th will cover the right. We need to deny the Greeks flanking ability. 2nd cohort- half of you defend the fort. The other half will act as velites. Standard tactic- 3 volleys of pila, then charge. Make all your shots count. We need to disrupt Camp Half Blood's phalanx if we're going to have any chance. Try to flank them. Any objections?" Nobody objected. Frank was pleased that for the first time since Percy arrived at Camp Jupiter, the 5th cohort was used more than as meat shields.

Reyna nodded in satisfaction. "Good, let's go show those Greeks what Romans are made up of. Senatus Populusque Romanus!"

The rest of Camp Jupiter echoed the battle cry, and went to organize.

(Quick switch to Leo so you can listen to the Greek's battle plan, than back to Frank).

Malcolm called the meeting to order. "Ok, so, the Romans think that we're going to try and flank them again. Most definitely they will spread out a very long line to prevent that. But that's their weakness. When you have a battle line 2 ranks deep, one good shock charge will completely smash their formation. So we're going to surprise them. Everyone is going to blitz the Roman lines barbarian style and create a gap in the center. The flanks will then try to swing around and flank us. As soon as that happens, another force hidden in the woods will come from the flanks and hit their rear. Apollo, use those Greek Fire arrows Hephaestus has been working on and bring down the fort once we get past the Roman advance. Nike and Hecate, you guys will be on defense. It should be an easy job." Everybody nodded. The plan was simple, yet deadly. The Romans wouldn't expect it at all.

"Dismissed." Everyone left.

(Back to Frank)

Several hours later….

Dinner was a solemn event. Everyone glanced at the empty Poseidon table and the missing counselor's spot at Athena. Chiron had offered the leadership to Malcolm, but he had refused, saying that Annabeth would be back soon. The Romans were allowed to mingle freely from table to table, but mostly they stayed in one spot. Frank sat with Hazel at the Hephaestus table, eating Olympian pepperoni pizza.

"Frank, do you really think that they can make it out alive?" Hazel whispered quietly so that nobody else could here.

Frank replied truthfully, "Of course I think so. They're the toughest demigods I've ever met. If anybody can survive in that hellhole, its them."

Hazel wasn't convinced. "Did it ever occur to you that since the Doors have to be closed from both sides, that someone would have to stay in Tartarus to close it?"

Frank froze. The thought had never occurred to him. He and the Argo were to occupied finding out how to save them. He tried swallowing his pizza, but the food seemed to stick in his throat. "I'm sure we'll figure something out," he soothed. Hazel nodded, but still had that faraway look in her eyes whenever something was wrong.

"Hey, don't worry, OK? We'll have Leo make a grabber arm long enough to get them out of there if that's what it takes." Hazel laughed quietly, and went back to her shrimp gumbo.

After dinner was over, Chiron made his usual announcements. "Chariot races will continue, canoe tournament is tomorrow…." He went on about all the events. Frank didn't even realize that he had finished and everybody had left for War (sing-a-long was canceled for extra time) until Hazel shook him. "Let's go!" she scoffed.

"Huh? Oh yeah, c'mon." Frank followed Hazel.

Frank had to admit, the Roman engineers had really outdone themselves this time. The fort was several feet thick armed with water cannons every five feet. The 2nd cohort looked pretty confident that nobody would get past them. Frank took his position as centurion standing to the left of his cohort, and started shouting orders. "2 ranks deep, 17 wide, just as the praetor said! James, stop smashing your shield on Tom's head." Jason came over in praetor gear and nodded, taking his position right behind Frank. Jason looked scary, holding his gladius and eagle, ready to murder anybody who got in his way. "Let's do this, Frank," he smiled.

Frank nodded, and called for the 5th to start marching. "Legionary 5th cohort. Forward, MARCH!" The rhythm of boots marching began. 1st cohort began advancing, with Frank's right behind them. To his flanks, the other cohorts started marching as well. The other half of the 2nd cohort screened their front, about 100 yards away.

The forest was unnaturally quiet. The Legion marched along, making no attempt to stay hidden. Frank reached the river and called a halt. The skirmishers ahead had disappeared. He called in Latin, "Ave!" Hail! No response. Something was wrong.

He looked at Reyna, who had a worried look on her face. Frank raised his eyebrows at her. What do we do?, he tried to convey. Reyna made some hand gestures. Forward. On alert. Swords out. Tight formation. He nodded and repeated the commands to his cohort, who began closing up the ranks.

Soon, they marched forward again. The water splashed their feet, freezing their toes. Frank reached the other side halted the cohort again. The 5th had their massive rectangular shields up, and their swords were drawn. Frank made the gesture for forward. As the 5th secured a foothold on the other side, other cohorts began tramping across. Just as the last guys crossed, a battle cry came out of nowhere. Everyone raised their shields instantly. There was nobody around.

Then, suddenly, a single arrow came out of the woods. Everybody raised their shields up instinctively, even though Frank could tell that the arrow was unweighted and blunt. It bounced harmlessely off a legionare's shield. The 12th legion gathered together, ready to repel any more arrow attacks. What happened next was hard to process.

A storm of at least 50 arrows soared into the Roman formations. Except this time, when they hit a shield, the arrow blew up with the force of a grenade. The entire legion was flattened- literally. Frank stumbled back a few steps from the sudden shrapnel rain. An explosion in front of him, threw him backwards. He landed on his back painfully. Beside him, Reyna shrieked as she flew back 10 feet from another explosion.

Frank heard, through the ringing in his ears, the Greeks yelling and charging. He tried to get up, but then felt a painful blow in his right temple. Frank collapsed again, his eyes now blurred from the blunt edge of a Greek shield slamming him in the head. He blacked out momentarily.

After a few seconds, Frank's eyes cleared, and he opened his eyes to see the entire strike force in custody of what.. 20 Greeks? Frank was a little confused at why 150 legionaries didn't try to overpower 20 Greeks, chatting with each other as if 9/10 of Camp Jupiter wasn't sitting in front of them. Then he saw 4 things that looked like baseball bats glowing blue and giving off sparks of electricity. They were positioned in each of the 4 corners of the prisoner square. Small sparks of blue plasma briefly appeared between them. Frank realized that the Romans were surrounded in a force field. He didn't know why he wasn't in it.

Frank tried standing up, then realized his hands and feet were shackled to the ground, the chains drivin in with iron spikes. He opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off when one of the Greeks looked up and shouted, 'They're coming back!" Frank turned to see.

Sure enough, in the distance, a group of about 30 Greeks were sprinting at top speed back towards him, followed by the garrison of the fort, yelling some pretty nasty words at the runners. One of them, a big buff girl, carried the Roman banner in her hands. "Yeah, Clarisse!" A few of the Greeks shouted. Clarisse jumped across the brook, then planted the flag firmly on the Greeks' side. Camp Half Blood roared in victory. More Greeks came out of the woods around Frank, cheering and whooping.

Just then, a red-headed girl seemed to melt of the tree 5 feet to Frank's right. He stumbled backwards, vaguely aware that his prison chains had disappeared. Everyone else around stopped as well. She had green eyes was about average height. The girl wore tattered jeans and a gray sweater. She looked like her family was rich, but not spoiled. Greeks and Romans like looked at her in confusion. Someone from the Ares cabin, the same girl who had the flag, asked, "Rachel? What are you doing here?"

The girl smiled a little. "The Oracle has awakened again. A prophecy is about to come." Several guys from the Apollo cabin rushed over and stood beside her, hands held as if ready to catch her if she fell over.

Frank and a lot of the Romans yelped as her eyes suddenly glazed over and Rachel started spewing green smoke. When she spoke, it sounded like 3 80-year old Rachels were speaking,

Gold, bronze and earth at war,
As the demigods seal Death's Doors.
While the pieces of the bane are searched and found,
Wisdom and water continue underground.
Tartarus takes one down to death,
Whilst an oath is kept with a final breath.

The girl collapsed, but the guys from Apollo were ready. They stopped Rachel's fall and took her back to camp. Everybody stood in shock at the prophecy. Frank's mind was racing.

Frank semiconsciously walked to the Big House, pondering the prophecy. Everybody was quietly discussing it, obviously frightened by the last line.

You see? Gaea whispered in his head. The quest is hopeless. One by one, you will all fall. The final battle is yet to come. Surrender now, son of war, and you will not regret it.

But Frank only had one thing on his mind- That the quest was going to go very wrong.

The prophecy sucked, I know, but I'm terrible at making things up. Ending is… pretty depressing and sad, but I hope you will like it nonetheless. Even though it's about 9 months away. Yes, I plan to finish this sometime next summer, but I might finish it a bit early.

Don't worry, next chapter is only like half a page of discussion, then the quest starts with a bang. Literally (hehe). Then a Percy chapter, where we meet an old enemy. Like, a bigtime old enemy. Any ideas who we will see? Ooh, Percabeth is in for a world of HURT. DONUTS TO ALL WHO REVIEW!

Peace out and see you in the next chapter.

Quote of the Chapter- I didn't fall. The floor just needed a hug.

Song of the Chapter- Am I not Human? By Two Steps from Hell (I'm a 2SFH fan, clearly. )

Entertainment of the Chapter- Assassin's Creed II by Ubisoft.