Chapter Title: Juno Invades My Dreams

(A/N: Short chapter compared to many of the others. Plus, this chapter is being released early due to being finished more quickly, and even though it is later on in the story, this chapter does not spoil what I have planned for other chapters in this part of the story while still hinting at twists in what is to come in still to be written sections (this was as of 6/16/2024 when this chapter was written).)

Percy had passed out instantly once he had climbed into his bunk in the Fifth Cohort's barracks — a little bit surprised at the days' events for obvious reasons, but happy to have survived another day as a legionnaire. One look at the events he had been through that day and you wouldn't have blamed him at all. You really could not blame him.

From the quest to free Thanatos to the fight for Camp Jupiter — and Colton's reveal to the Romans that he was the Monster King — it had been one absolutely hectic day if Percy was to be very honest right now.

Nevertheless, once he had passed out though, he started dreaming.

He dreamed he was carrying Juno across the Little Tiber.

She was disguised as a crazy old bag lady, smiling and singing an Ancient Greek lullaby as her leathery hands gripped Percy's neck.

"Do you still want to slap me, dear?" she asked.

Percy stopped midstream. He let go and dumped the goddess in the river.

The moment she hit the water, she vanished and reappeared on the shore. "Oh, my," she cackled, "that wasn't very heroic, even in a dream!"

"Eight months," Percy said. "You stole eight months of my life for a quest that took a week. Why?"

Juno tutted disapprovingly. "You mortals and your short lives. Eight months is nothing, my dear. I lost eight centuries once, missed most of the Byzantine Empire."

Percy summoned the power of the river. It swirled around him, spinning into a froth of whitewater.

"Now, now," Juno said. "Don't get testy. If we are to defeat Gaea, our plans must be timed perfectly. First, I needed Jason and his friends to free me from my prison—"

"Your prison? You were in prison and they let you out?"

"Don't sound so surprised, dear! I'm a sweet old woman. At any rate, you weren't needed at Camp Jupiter until now, to save the Romans at their moment of greatest crisis. The eight months between...well, I do have other plans brewing, my boy. Opposing Gaea, working behind Jupiter's back, protecting your friends—it's a full-time job! If I had to guard you from Gaea's monsters and schemes as well, and keep you hidden from your friends back east all that time—no, much better you take a safe nap. You would have been a distraction—a loose cannon that I could ill afford to be such to me, though Colton was even more so."

"A distraction." Percy felt the water rising with his anger, spinning faster around him. "A loose cannon."

"Exactly. I'm glad you understand."

Percy sent a wave crashing down on the old woman, but Juno simply disappeared and materialized farther down the shore.

"My," she said, "you are in a bad mood. But you know I'm right. Your timing here was perfect. They trust you and the others now. You are a hero of Rome, as are Colton, Luke, and Michael. And while you slept, Jason Grace has learned to trust the Greeks. They've had time to build the Argo II. Together, you and Jason will unite the camps."

"Why me?" Percy demanded. "You and I never got along. Why would you want a loose cannon on your team?"

"Because I know you, Percy Jackson. I know you and the other three In many ways, you four are impulsive, but when it comes to your friends, you four would do anything for them. You, Percy, are as constant as a compass needle. You are unswervingly loyal, and you inspire loyalty. You are the glue that will unite the eleven. Colton will be the one that leads to victory."

"Great," Percy said. "I always wanted to be glue."

Juno laced her crooked fingers. "The Heroes of Olympus must unite! After your victory over Kronos in Manhattan...well, I fear that wounded Jupiter's self-esteem."

"Because I was right," Percy said. "And he was wrong."

The old lady shrugged. "He should be used to that, after so many eons married to me, but alas! My proud and obstinate husband refuses to ask mere demigods for help again. He believes the giants can be fought without you, and Gaea can be forced back to her slumbers. I know better. But you must prove yourself. Only by sailing to the ancient lands and closing the Doors of Death will you convince Jupiter that you are worthy of fighting side-by-side with the gods. It will be the greatest quest since Aeneas sailed from Troy!"

"And if we fail?" Percy said. "If Romans and Greeks don't get along?"

"Then Gaea has already won. I'll tell you this, Percy Jackson. The one who will cause you the most trouble is the one closest to you—the one who hates me most."

"Annabeth?" Percy felt his anger rising again. "You never liked her. Now you're calling her a troublemaker? You don't know her at all. She's the person I most want watching my back."

The goddess smiled dryly. "We will see, young hero. She has a hard task ahead of her when you arrive in Rome. Whether she is up to it...I do not know."

Percy summoned a fist of water and smashed it down at the old lady. When the wave receded, she was gone.

The river swirled out of Percy's control. He sank into the darkness of the whirlpool.

And then he woke up, still in his bunk, panting from it all. He simply glanced around for a few moments and realized where he was. He calmed down, thinking of everything Juno had just told him. He knew full well that the Romans needed to know this, because if not..

..it was a safe bet that things could get deadly very quickly.