Gah, I couldn't wait any longer, so I have decided to post the first chapter up! Updates will still be monthly, but when I have time to work extra, then I might post a chapter up or so.

Does this have Reyna/Jayna in it? Nope, because Percy and Annabeth find Reyna in the Sea of Monsters, so she will appear in the sequel. But there are hints that I threw it that is foreshadowing her arrival throughout the story, so just hold on tight!

It's slightly based on the PJO series, but I've added my own touches and things, so I hope it's good!

Without further ado, here is the first chapter of Jason Grace, Savior of Olympus: Thief of War!

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything but my personal ideas. :(

1. When in Doubt, Blame the Son of Jupiter

Listen to me, I didn't wish upon a shooting star for Jupiter to be my father. I also did not ask to be a demigod or to fight off monsters in my spare time.

If you think you're a demigod in some shape or form, you better hope you're nightmaring (is that a word?) because I wouldn't wish this life on anybody. All you have to do is press that red 'x' on the top right of your browser to escape from this world, my world. Just go back to your normal life, and pretend you never stumbled upon this page.

If you're one of us, someone basically signed you up for a death sentence. When I mean somebody, I mean your godly parent.

What? You think I'm crazy? Well, I'm not. I'm giving you one last chance to press that red button because once you understand who you are, there's no turning back. The monsters can smell you out, you know.

Still here? Hey, don't come whining to me two weeks later and you're being sent off to 'train' by Lupa while in your underwear.

I did warn you.

Name's Jason Grace.

I'm still eleven years old, but my birthday's in about three weeks. I'm apparently mature for my age, but that makes sense since Romans were trained to never show their weak side. For these past eight years, I've been known as the 'champion of the gods,' and nothing else. I don't even think half the legion realizes that I actually have a name. I've been called 'Champion' for so long that sometimes even my best friends forgot to call me Jason. They don't even register the fact that I'm one of the youngest demigods at Camp Jupiter.

Am I really a 'champion of the gods?' Or am I just bragging because my father is the god of all gods?

Unfortunately, the name held some truth. I don't know the whole story because Lupa said my past was not to be completely revealed yet, but I know that when I was born, my mother put up no fight and gave me to Juno, the queen of the heavens, as a birthday present.

Lovely mother, isn't she?

But that's not something you need to know. My personal doomsday clock started ticking just this morning when Lupa appeared at Camp Jupiter for a quick inspection. I had to accompany her everywhere she went because she had taken great interest in me, and, well, I was the only one who offered to.

If you had any prior knowledge about Roman mythology, then you'd know that Lupa is the wolf goddess, and trainer of all the legionnaires of Camp Jupiter. And yes, Lupa was indeed a big, scary wolf that would let her wolf pack eat you if you were weak.

Don't be scared.

Lupa isn't all that bad, and if you're a true Roman, then it's in your blood to be strong.

But back to the inspection. I woke up at six o'clock in the morning and got dressed in fifteen minutes. By six thirty, I was already up and checking around Camp Jupiter and New Rome for any last minute problems that I could potentially get eaten for.

New Rome is this city replica of Ancient Rome where retired legionnaires go to college, get married, have kids, and basically escape from the monsters. I don't know anywhere else that's safe for demigods like us.

It's calm and peaceful in the morning with only people with early shifts going to work that are walking around. Markus, a waiter, and a friend of mine, waved to me as I made my way over to Terminus, the god of borders. "Hey, Markus," I greeted him, waving back to him as I tossed my coin that is half javelin, half sword onto the tray next to Terminus. "Did you give Octavian his order yet?" Markus worked at the restaurant, but helped take care of demigod orders for the post office.

Markus grinned at me, placing a pugio onto the tray as well. "Yeah. The kid just glared at me and grabbed the box. Is Lupa coming over today?" he asked, trying to get across the border, but Terminus had stopped him, shaking his head.

"NO! Your uniform is not tucked in properly! Tuck it in!" The god commanded, his eyes following Markus' every move. "If you don't tuck it in neatly, I'll do it for you!"

Markus and I stifled back our snickers as Markus made a dramatic show of shoving his shirt into his jeans. The threat held no danger because Terminus was a statue that had no arms. You see how his threat made no sense? Usually, his assistant, Seinna, a short eight-year-old girl with eyes that reminded me of a puppy's, does everything for him, but since she was still sleeping, he held little to no power over us.

"All done, sir," Markus said, bowing his head slightly. I did the same, making sure my blonde hair was neat enough for Terminus.

The god nodded his approval, his eyes studying me. "Champion, son of Jupiter, you are the saving grace of Camp Jupiter, but beware of what is to come."

"Okay..?" I was confused at his words, but nodded my head anyway.

"STRAIGHTEN YOUR BACK!" Terminus yelled, and I winced, running across the boundary with Markus.

"GET BACK HERE! I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU YET!" Markus and I ignored Terminus' shouts as we raced up the street and to our separate ways.

I ran until I reached my destination: Tower Juno. It was a narrow tower made of steel with a dome roof that reminded me of the roofs of our temples. From here, I could view everything with the littlest effort possible. Being the son of the lord of the sky, I had no fear of heights, and the higher I was, the better.

"Gods, what is wrong with Dad today?" I muttered to myself as I watched the clouds get darker. "It better not rain; Lupa hates getting her fur wet."

I ignored the weather for a while as I surveyed the city, checking for any visible damages, but after about ten minutes of this, I got tired and decided to take a trip.

When your dad's in charge of the sky, you have the ability to fly, or well, I inherited that ability anyway. I don't know about other children of Jupiter since I'm the only one here. It's a pretty good ability that I inherited because I'm probably one of the only few demigods that can get past Terminus and into the mortal world a.k.a. the world outside of camp.

"Where should I go today?" I murmured to myself, scanning the sky. If I squinted very hard, I could make out the top of the Empire State Building, which is home to Olympus, the home of the gods on the 500th floor.

You're probably thinking, what in the world? The 500th floor doesn't even exist. But it does. Been there, done that.

"I don't think it's raining in New York," I mused, leaping off of the tower. Even though Lupa had warned us that New York was not the best place for Romans to be at, we still went there from time to time to see the gods, and to, well, be tourists.

I floated right beside Tower Juno as I observed the view below. I saw people with work leaving their houses and making their way over to the row of shops by the park, and a painter finding a seat on a bench and sketching out the sunrise.

Staring at the giant clock in the center of New Rome, I realized I had about an hour to kill until Lupa wanted her tour, so I took a deep breath and guided myself over to the Empire State Building.

"Di immortales, what is wrong with the weather?" I shouted, hoping my father could hear me, and maybe he'd take pity on me and make it less rainy and let Apollo take over. But then, we're Roman, and we don't know the meaning of pity or mercy.

When I arrived in New York nearly drowning from the rain (luckily, I found a fluffy cloud that protected me from most of the rain), I had the feeling that something bad was going to happen so I decided to skip the chat with the doorman in the Empire State Building and went to have breakfast instead.

Landing in an alleyway, I hurried to the nearest restaurant and quickly sat down, grabbing the menu the waitress had given me. Scanning through the choices, I settled on a simple egg and sausage meal, and raised my hand. "Number Seven, please," I said to the waitress, who nodded and wrote down my order.

She looked at me curiously. "What are you doing up seven o'clock in the morning? Aren't your parents worried?"

I held back a snort. If she knew about my family...well, she would be more worried. You can't exactly blurt out, 'Hey, my mother is dead, but was a famous singer, and then my father knocked her up because she was pretty. And did I mention my dad's also the lord of the sky, and king of the gods? No? Well, he is,' now could I?

"Naw, they're at work and told me to treat myself," I lied smoothly, flashing a brave smile at her.

"Aww," she cooed, closing her pad. "I'll be right back with your order," she promised, walking over to the counter.

As soon as she was out of sight, I rolled my eyes. What was up with adults treating us like babies? I may be ten, but I've probably been more horrid things than she has in her whole life.

"Mary! The strawberries from Long Island have arrived!" An employee shouted across the restaurant, a blonde boy following him. "Luke here's looking for your signature!"

"I'm coming!" The waitress who served me hollered back, hurrying to the back.

Ten minutes later, Mary returned from the back and handed me my breakfast. "Enjoy," she said, smiling. "Fresh strawberries on the side as well."

"Thanks," I said, grabbing my fork and ready to chow down. Unsurprisingly, the plate was empty in five minutes, and I asked for the bill, giving them a five dollar tip before exiting the restaurant.

Unfortunately, that wasn't my best decision. As soon as I stepped out the door, the wind almost swept me off my feet, and the rain was worst, raining down like buckets. To make matters worse, many people in cars were honking and swearing at each other, threatening each other to move, or else.

Well, Mars must not be having a good day.

I decided to just leave and arrive at Lupa's earlier since I didn't want to be stuck in this...situation any longer. I quickly found a group of clouds and praying to my father that no mortals saw me, I slowly lifted my body into the sky and soared home.

Originally, this was supposed to continue, but I divided the chapter into two because I didn't know what to name the chapter, and, well, I don't know. Hopefully, you get the sense of Jason's life and stuff...I tried my best, but hey, I'm no Rick Riordan. I have incorporated some Greeks in here - remember Luke? I put him on strawberry delivery.

It's been a while since I've read The Lightning Thief, so when the time comes and I add the Greeks in it somehow, and it's not correct, please tell me and I'll fix it.

I've got nothing else to say at this point, but since there's going to be a quest here somewhere, who should go on the quest with Jason? And it must be someone we've been introduced to. Just put two names in your review and I'll take it from there.

Also, who do you guys think are fighting? And what for?

Please read and review!

-DOTE