The Tale of Jason Grace, son of Jupiter.

All of this events happen before The Lost Hero.

Chapter 1

The Wolf House

It was a magical place for demigods. Hidden in the hills of the bay area in northern California, it was a place all Roman halfbloods would head to face their destiny. Monsters can smell halfbloods, depending on how powerful a demigod it it. Some halfbloods get killed off before they even make it to the Wolf House. The ones that do, are deemed worthy of training from the legendary wolf Lupa. Jason Grace, however, was special case. Taken by the goddess Juno at the age of two, Jason was being trained for a different reason. The gods, of course, didn't tell him what it was other than it was his destiny.

Jason, age 14

The miserable gray rain fell lightly through the forest, soaking Jason and chilling him to the core. The meager sweatshirt and jeans he was wearing did nothing to protect him from the freezing rain up in the mountains of California. Not for the first time, Jason found himself cursing Lupa and her training methods and tests. The fact that Lupa had raised him since he was a kid didn't help at all either. At least this is the last one, he thought to himself. Over all the years of him being trained, it hadn't been fun but he did admit it made him a good warrior. Most demigods only spent a little while training with Lupa before being sent off to Camp Jupiter, instead, Jason had spent years. Whenever he asked her that, all she had to say was "Only the Fates know for sure."

"Just finish the test, Jason." He said out loud, focusing himself again. He knelt down at the monster tracks in the ground, freshly dug in the mud of the rainy, cold, misty forest Jason had grown to hate. He studied the tracks, too big to be a hellhound, too small to be a drakon, Jason didn't know the monster he was tracking, just that he had to defeat it, and take its spoil of war.

I have to be close, Jason thought, I've been tracking this thing for hours.

The tracks gradually went uphill, the terrain going from forest to mountain side. Jason could sense something was going to happen soon, it was a skill he had picked up over the years training under Lupa. He pulled out his magic coin, Ivlivs. When flipped, it would either turn into a spear or a sword depending on what side it landed on. He held it in is hand, ready to be flipped. That's when a cave came into view, tucked into the mountain side with the tracks leading directly to the entrence. As quiet as he could, Jason crept toward the entrance, listening. All he could hear was the silent sound of rain falling lightly, the breeze blowing ice cold wind everywhere. He couldn't see all the way to the back of the cave, but he had no choice but to go in.

Great, he thought sarcastically, This is gonna be fun.

He crept into the cave ready for anything. The light gradually faded the further he got, and Jason flipped his coin and it turned into a imperial gold sword. Rain echoing faintly around him, Jason found he had got to the end, about 40 yards in. That's when his instincts kicked in, ducking as he heard and object swirling the the air at him. He dove to the ground and rolled away as a large rock came crashing to the ground behind him, before spinning to face his attackers.

The sight that greeted him was not kind. Three giant cyclops stood between Jason and the exit. The far left one was the smallest and wearing a over sized bright pink scarf, clutching a large club. The middle one had a bright blue mohawk and held a rather sharp looking knife and had a stop watch hanging from his belt. The one on the right was holding a wrench for some reason, and a back pack strapped to one shoulder.

The one on the right, Wrench, squealed with delight. "We got him! Just like brother planned!"

"Brother's plans never fail!" Pinky said.

It appeared that the middle one, Mohawk, was the leader. "The only thing that went wrong was the big boulder that was supposed to smash him," Mohawk said angrily. He seemed to be the most intelligent of the three.

Jason knew that cornered in the cave fighting against 3 cyclops brothers, the odds were severely stacked against him. When in doubt, stall for time. It was a strategy Jason was all too familiar with.

"Masking the tracks was impressive," Jason said. "Too bad it was all for nothing."

The three brothers laughed.

"But there's three of us, and only one of you. And you're trapped in a cave cornered at a dead end." Replied Mohawk menacingly.

Good point, thought Jason, but he had to keep stalling until he could figure out a plan.

Not lowering his sword, Jason kept talking as a idea started to form in his head. "Your plan just has one fatal flaw."

"And whats that?" asked Wrench.

"What were you going to do about my friends?" Jason asked, trying to make it as believable as he could.

They all paused, stopped and stared at each other. "Friends?" Questioned Pinky.

"He's bluffing!" yelled Mohawk. "He came alone."

"If you say so." Shrugged Jason innocently. "But haven't you heard demigods go one quests in threes?"

The bothers exchanged nervous looks.

"I may have heard that before," whispered Wrench into Mohawks' ear.

"Go and check outside!" Mohawk yelled.

As Pinky left down the tunnel, Jason guessed he had about 2 or 3 minutes before he got back and informed Mohawk that there were no other demigods.

I have to end this before he gets back...or I'm probably dead. Jason thought grimly to himself.