So then the Romans thought I would know their prisoners named Mo and
Meg. (Jason- Well actually you... Percy- BE QUIET!!! You're ruining the story!) We walked to where the prisoners were being kept and knocked on the door. It was opened by a middle aged man with a girl that looked about 12 or 13 behind him. The Romans barged right in and I nervously followed. The man and child looked familiar to me, but I didn't know where from. "How may we assist you?" The man, Mo, asked staring intently at me. He knew me too, though again I did not know where from.
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Son of Poseidon
FanfictionPerseus Jackson is at a Roman camp and yet there is still another Percy Jackson at CampHalf-Blood! What is he to do now in a Roman camp with the two exact same Percy Jacksons? Will the fates do something about it?
