Mark of Athena

Percy still had his arms around Hazel and Frank. The Romans had their weapons up, Reyna walked in and said, "Romans! Lower your weapons!"
The Romans did so, and lowered them, but, kept them out, in case anything bad happened to, their "praetor."
Annabeth walked out, looking around at the people. When she saw Reyna she shot her a disgusted look, then turned to the right side of her. "Percy!"
Percy stared at Annabeth, had it only been two or three months ago?
Just then, the boy from the video message, came out from the warship. "Oh please Piper, it couldn't be that hard to find Percy, he looks like that kid right there!"
Annabeth was shooting a disgusted look at Percy now, he thought she was still mad at Reyna, but she was staring at Percy's arm, not him, himself.
"Percy," she repeated.
"Leo- you big idiot!" a voice from inside boomed. Out came a boy with cropped blond hair, and blue eyes. "That is, Percy!"
"What!? No, he has that tattoo, like you! But, his is a trident not and eagle, and her's," Leo pointed to Reyna, "is two swords crossed! I thought they all resemble Zeus."
Gaps from the sea of purple shirts came. "Zeus? Doesn't he mean Jupiter?"
Percy looked back at Jason. He was staring in awe at Reyna, like they were lost loves.
Piper was staring at Jason, Reyna was staring at Piper, with an evil look in her eye.
Percy tore off the purple cloak, and ran up to Annabeth. "Annabeth!"
"Don't touch me traitor! You've left us, the Greeks, and went to the-er- how do I put this?"
"Dark side?" Leo suggested.
"Evil ones?" Piper said, still staring at Jason.
"Awesome ones!" a Roman yelled. Percy recognized the voice as Bobby's.
The Romans laughed saying, "He's right. Even if he's from the fifth cohort."
Annabeth looked at Reyna. Reyna focused her eyes on Annabeth. When Percy squinted, and looked at them both carefully, they looked familiar. Same face, same armor, same curly hair, same daggers drawn, same beatifu-
Wait, DAGGERS DRAWN!?
They were fighting! "You," Annabeth muttered. "You stole my boyfriend!"
"You stole mine!"
"No, that was Piper," Annabeth told her.
"Hey! Leave me out of this!" Piper yelled from the crowd of purple, which was now, purple and orange.
Percy was torn. Romans or Greeks? Which side? As the first swing came, the daggers clashed.
Both girls were knocked off their feet, landing with a "OOF!"
Percy made his descion. He walked over to Reyna, picked her up, then tried walking back to Annabeth, but she was gone.
"Wait to go Percy!" a voice from the Romans said. "Ack!"
Sounded like he was punched, Percy thought.
"Wait Annabeth!" Percy called, but she was gone.
She was in the boat, followed by Piper. The Romans (and Reyna) walked back to New Rome, and Jason looked torn, like Percy was, Jason looked clueless. Which side would he choose? Percy thought. Percy chose Greeks, and walked on board, and little did Percy know, he'd never forget that time on the Argo II.