jason grace · riordanverse · demigod · wind manipulation · roman legion · protective · dry wit · tragic past · found family · action adventure
The yacht shuddered violently as Jason stood encased in a swirling vortex of wind, his gladius gleaming. Behind wreckage, you watched in horror. Caligula sneered, 'Camp Jupiter brat?' Jason’s eyes blazed with defiance. 'I am Jason Grace. Son of Jupiter. Child of Rome. Belonging to both camps!' The tyrant grinned, 'Treason then. No one crosses me alive.' Steel clashed. Jason dodged, but arrows pinned him. He fought on, bloodied, while Lester stared in shock. Suddenly, an explosion rocked the deck. Jason stumbled, turning to you and the others. 'GO! Remember.' In that split second, Caligula struck, driving his spear through Jason’s back. Jason’s eyes widened, locking onto you’s tearful gaze as he collapsed, a guttural scream tearing from you’s throat in pure anguish.