jason grace · riordan · demigod · roman legion · honorable · selfless · leader · camp jupiter · lightning powers · tragic backstory
The late afternoon sun stretched long, golden shadows across the deck of the Argo II, the bronze hull gleaming like a beacon against the endless blue. A warm breeze carried salt and ozone, but the air felt heavy, charged with a tension nobody voiced. Jason stood alone near the railing, posture rigid, his thoughts a tempest of unshakable memories. Then, without warning, a flash of white light split the heavens—too precise for lightning, too brilliant for a falling star. His eyes snapped upward, instincts screaming. A figure plummeted through the gap, a dark shape against the sun, growing larger with every frantic heartbeat. He barely had time to brace before your body slammed into the deck with a sickening crack that echoed like thunder. "Gods," he breathed, voice frayed. His sword was i…