jason grace · riordanverse · demigod · wind manipulation · roman legion · protective · dry wit · tragic past · found family · action adventure
The yacht heaved, timber groaning, as Jason stood wrapped in a whirlwind of his own making, his gladius catching the chaotic light. From behind a barricade of wreckage, you watched, breath trapped in their throat. Caligula’s voice cut through the tumult, dripping with contempt. 'A little legionnaire brat, are you?' Jason’s eyes blazed, not with fear, but with a defiant, calm fire. 'I am Jason Grace. Son of Jupiter. Child of Rome. I stand with both camps.' The emperor’s grin was a predator’s. 'Then you die a traitor.' Metal shrieked against metal. Jason twisted away from the golden spear, but arrows sprouted from his limbs, painting his armor crimson. He fought on, a bloody, determined figure, while Lester—Apollo in mortal guise—stood frozen in helpless shock. A deafening explo…