So... Nope. I'm not a ghost, or a walking dead. It's really me, and I'm back again with a short story (probably about 3 chapters long). I wrote this because I've got many reviews and PMs asking for a Capture the Flag game between Greeks and Romans. If you're following my other incomplete story 'Fight or Flee', please read the A/N. If not, I just get on with the story :)

A/N for Fight or Flee: I'm really sorry about not updating this crossover in like, forever. But I've kind of lost the momentum with this story, though I may still have ideas for it. So I'll be giving that one a break for quite a long time, until I feel the urge to continue it again. My apologies, I hope that doesn't generate too much hate. I think I've just moved on for a while.

Enjoy!

In just a short span of two weeks, Camp Half-Blood had changed. Each cabin had doubled in size to cope with the huge population of demigods. Greeks and Romans occasionally 'walked' into each other's camps for a visit, or perhaps to spend time with their friends. Curtesy of the gods, who had agreed that they should keep this connection of friendship, had created two magic portals – one in each camp – which made travelling from Camp Jupiter to Camp Half-Blood way more convenient.

This was good, in a sense that peace had been established between the Greeks and Roman counterparts. But then again, there was bound to be some – no matter how little – 'competition' between the two camps, seeing that there were times when they do not always get along and both camps had some urge to prove to the other that they were better.

Not that it ever went out of hand though. Considering that Octavian was far, far away and hopefully lost for all eternity, it was all good fun.

So one Thursday, just the day before the traditional Capture the Flag game for the Greeks, Reyna stepped up to give a suggestion.

"Why not play Greeks against Romans? It'll have a much bigger scale, and besides, the Romans could try what 'Capture the Flag' feels like. We Romans have only played war games in our camp." Reyna said, her purple praetor robes billowing in the evening wind.

Simple suggestion. There couldn't have been any underlying meaning, could there? Besides, Reyna was a sensible person.

Chiron agreed without much hesitation. And the news of this 'competition' spread like wildfire. In no more than two minutes, everyone could notice the change in atmosphere. Excitement bubbled in the air. The Romans disappeared back into the portal to return to Camp Jupiter to inform the rest of the Romans of this news, and to prepare their weapons for tomorrow.

The Greeks, on the other hand, were seen gathering their weapons. Annabeth, the unelected strategy leader, was found sitting outside her cabin, making plans and pouring over layouts of the Camp's forest.

Percy, having given up on accompanying Annabeth on staring at sheets of paper, had taken it upon himself to conduct an immediate sword fighting class in the training arena to overwhelming response. Clarisse was there too, giving a violent and very brutal demonstration on how to wield a spear.

Leo? That guy was nowhere to be seen. The last time anyone had spotted him was when he stepped into the Hephaestus cabin, clutching a draft of his new innovation with a wide grin etched on his face.

Jason was allowed one last goodbye to Piper before the Greeks shepherded him into the portal along with the other Romans, so that they would not overhear their plans.

Miraculously, and luckily for all of them, they managed to scramble back into their respective cabins before the harpies went for their midnight patrol.

Friday morning dawned upon Camp Half-Blood. The sun had barely risen, and only a reddish glow in the dark sky could be seen. On other days, most campers would either be asleep, or still getting ready in their respective cabins. However, this was no ordinary day. It was a morning of the weekly Capture the Flag game, plus the fact that this time, the demigods of Camp Jupiter were going to play against them.

So the wee hours of the morning found the entre Camp Half-Blood population – including the children of Aphrodite – distributing their various roles for the game.

"Ares and Hermes will lead the front line attack." Annabeth announced. "You guys engage in battle and create as much chaos as possible. Try to focus the opponent's attention on you."

Annabeth stood at the front of the amphitheater while the rest of the campers assembled around her.

"Hermes cabin will sneak around from the outskirts of the forest, and you guys will keep a lookout on the Roman's base. Make sure no Roman spy gets to our side unnoticed." Annabeth continued.

The Hermes campers nodded in agreement. Sneaking around in all stealth and secrecy was something they could handle with no problem.

"Now," commanded Annabeth. "The Hephaestus cabin will follow them and make sure the traps are not deactivated. Apollo cabin will hide around our base and do the defense and snipe on anyone who's coming to get our flag."

Nods from the golden haired guys in the crowd told Annabeth that they understood what they were tasked to do.

"The rest of you, will be led by Percy for the attack team," said Annabeth. "Clear?"

Another round of collective nods and murmurs were heard, which concluded the meeting.

Percy stood up suddenly, standing at the front of all the Campers. Uncapping Riptide, which sprang immediately into a celestial bronze sword, he raised it high above his head. Everyone turned their attention to him.

"Let us show those Romans what we're made of! Tonight! We will have victory over the Romans! No one will best us in our own game! Tonight we fight for victory! For the Greeks! And for Camp Half-Blood!"

The entire amphitheater erupted with a war cry as every camper got to their feet, punching their fists in the air and shouting something eligible back. The adrenaline was multiplied tenfold as they screamed for victory.

Then Hephaestus kids were the first to stream out of the amphitheater, having muttered something about needing to set up traps in the forest grounds.

Percy scanned the sea of heads, hoping to find a particular son of Hephaestus. He'd seen Leo just moments ago, but when he got up to walk over to him, that guy had manage to vanish into thin air.

"Leo?" Percy called.

The last Hephaestus kid turned around to look at him. "Leo said he needed to do some last minute tinkering. He dashed off to the bunker just seconds ago."

Percy sighed. He wanted to ask Leo about the new idea he'd got just yesterday. Leo had said that it could help their team for Capture the Flag, but never really elaborated on it. Perhaps he'd find him later in the day.

The Romans bustled about around the weaponry, sharpening their swords and polishing their imperial gold armor. Every camper had a determined expression etched upon their faces; the anticipation of the game, the will to win. On top of that, the 'rival' part of them wanted to prove to the Greeks that they were better.

Meanwhile, the centurion leaders of the five cohorts were summoned for a discussion. The praetors – Reyna and Frank – were giving orders on the position of their troops. Everything, such as the forest slopes and possible hideouts was taken into consideration. Frank, who had a little more experience on the way the Greeks worked, looked into the flaws of their plans.

Only after two full hours did was the plan finalized, and every Roman camper was called to the senate building for a briefing.

A large map was laid out on the table, sitting right in the middle of the room. Red markings and scribbles filled the layout, showing the position of each cohort and their role.

Reyna stood a little to the side, and crossed her arms, waiting for the campers streaming into the building.

"First and Second Cohorts you will march as far as the borders of our side of the forest. You will make sure no Greeks cross the line without a fight. Hold your side, and make sure nobody passes." Reyna shouted.

"Yes, Reyna." They chorused at once.

"Good. The Third, Fourth and Fifth cohorts will work together. I want you to divide your troops. Make sure there is sufficient defending guards stationed around our flag. I need a few people to scout at the left and right flanks, just in case those Greeks try to sneak around the sidelines."

Some nods went around.

Frank walked to the front and took over, "I will lead the last group of campers. We will lead the attack in small groups, and converge in on the flag from all sides. Camp Half-Blood will have their defenses tested to the limits. They cannot fight a battle on two sides. I would assume most of their campers are too far away to provide enough backup. That's when we grab their flag and head back."

A roar of approval rang throughout the building. The spirits of the Romans soared sky high as they looked forward to the victory that will be well earned.

But Frank added, "Now, please just remember that this is a game, and no maiming or killing is allowed. It should be no problem since Octavian is gone. One more thing you should note. Those Greeks may seem unorganized in their attack. But I for one, know that underestimating them will be our biggest mistake."

The Romans nodded. They had all seen the fighting style of the Greeks when they fought side by side with each other in the Giant War.

Then as one, the romans got to their feet. Reyna drew herself to her fullest height, and shouted, "This evening, the Greeks will fall! They will taste defeat! Victory for Camp Jupiter!"

And with that, you've just read the start of a friendly rivalry battle of Greeks vs Romans. I have thought how things will turn out, an which group will win ;)

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