All characters and mentioned plot (except Original Characters, which belongs to me.) belong to Rick Riordan.
Jonathan trudged through the muddy fields in his stained and worned out plain white shirt and a pair of bright hawaiian khaki shorts. Fire danced in his palm as he tried to flee the Homes for Children of Special Needs. To Hades would he stay there.
It rained, yet the fire in his palm managed to stay alive on its own. He had power over fire, just like his father, Leo Valdez, who fought in the Giant War a long time ago. Like, nearly two centuries ago? (one hundred and eighty-nine, to be exact.) Yes, Jonathan had been alive that long.
He wasn't a demigod, that's for sure. He was the son of Leo Valdez, son of Hephaestus, and Calypso, the immortal daughter of the Titan Atlas. You could say Jonathan was a part titan, part demigod; an impossible pair made possible by his own parents.
It had been a good century and a half since he last saw his parents. What happened to them... he'd rather not say. It wasn't a part of his story he would like to replay.
He took in his surroundings, trying to take stock of what he had. All his possessions included was an empty waterbottle, his father's magic toolbelt and day-old sandwiches, all stuffed in a tattered backpack. And a ball (or many balls) of fire.
Suddenly, there was a ringing in his ears. His senses messed up and he dropped to his knees. His head spun. Subtly, a wave of strawberry sweet aroma hit him, strangely smelling like home as he saw patches of strawberry fields. He saw a panoroma of a place with many small buildings and one big building, with several other pavilion-like architecture. Right on the banner, inscripted in Greek, was στρατόπεδο μισό-αίματος.
Camp Half-Blood.
Then his vision turned black.
"Hey, Dom! Someone's down here! And he's on fire," A voice yelled. Jonathan felt someone grab him up before he completely fell unconscious.
Jonathan dreamt. Of course, all demigods dream, and so did their children and their children's children and their children's children's children (assuming they live that long).
Jonathan dreamt of the day his father, Leo Valdez, passed down his magic toolbelt with his familiar greasy hands. The impish smirk of Leo never faded.
"This little precious baby, is a need for the Valdez family. Don't be afraid to use it, yes?" He had said.
Jonathan had excitedly grabbed onto the toolbelt, but once his fingers touched the material of the belt, his dream changed. He stood alone, now older, and in his hands was a bronze sword. The air was acidic to his lungs but he held his ground. In front of him, hanging in midair was his parents.
He tried to scream, shout, yell, whatever that could make a noise. But his voice was somehow blocked out. There was a black manifestation of a figure in between his father and mother.
It cackled. "Jonathan Valdez..." It said, as savoring Jonathan's name in his mouth, "I could have rose way earlier than now. But your father's brethren, that darned son of Poseidon, Percy Jackson and his blonde sidekick, prevented this. Your father is all that is enough to pay for that."
The black figure split into two, catapulting into Leo and Calypso. Both of them gasped, their eyes wide open. They coughed up blood. "Jonathan, go!" Jonathan's father managed. "I love you, Jonathan." His mother smiled at him, for the last time with her soft and warm brown eyes.
No! was what Jonathan desperately wanted to say. His voice didn't work at all. All he could manage to say was "Nnghh!" The acidic air was killing his lungs, somehow he found the strength to raise his sword and frantically swing around.
His mouth chose that moment to taste like Mom's homebaked cookies and Dad's Tofu Tacos. Unknowingly, he dropped his sword but it made no sound.
He opened his eyes. And woke up in one of the better places he had ever waken up on for the past century.
The room was decorated comfortably, nothing to shiny or overly outstanding. A brunette appeared in his view and Mingyu widened his eyes in shock. On this boy's face plastered a wide smile. "Hey the new guy's awake! Call Joshua in!"
There were different voices everywhere, some frantically calling the same person's name...Joshua, was it? Not long later, a new face appeared in Jonathan's sight. A pink-haired boy with wide doe eyes, who must be Joshua.
The boy ㅡ Joshua ㅡ touched Jonathan's hand and Jonathan felt a welcoming warmth spread through his body. "He seems fine," the boy said, "For someone who is quite possibly immortal."
Jonathan bit his lip, how could Joshua possibly know that?
"This guy," the brunette said, "is Joshua Helkins. He's a son of Apollo, a healer. And I'm Jacks Teler, son of Ares." Jacks winked.
Joshua helped Jonathan sit up. "Whㅡ" Jonathan began, but then a conch horn blew.
The son of Ares grinned, "Capture-the-flag time."
He turned to Jonathan, "Come on, big guy, time to get you on the field. Chiron said to give you the fun first, before Campfire."
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In the next fifteen minutes or so, the trio from the sick bay made their way to the edge of the forest and had their armour strapped on. Jacks put a bronze breastplate on Jonathan and pulled the strap, tight. Jonathan sucked in a breath, "Too tight, Jacks."
Jacks smirked, "Good, it's supposed to be tight."
"Can't ㅡ breathe,"
"Oh Greece," Jacks said, slightly loosening Mingyu's breastplate. "There. Should be better now."
"Thanks."
"Grab a weapon," Jacks said. He headed over to a large stash of weapon made out of Celestial bronze ㅡ a metal fatal to monsters and demigods. Jonathan headed over to the shining stack. He randomly picked up a medium-length sword. The grip didn't seem to fit his hands. He put it back into the stash.
While he was attempting to find a suitable weapon for himself, he felt a strange feeling of someone constantly looking at him. He looked up. He saw a centaur, Chiron he guessed, making his rounds checking on the campers. But he knew part of his attention was focused on Jonathan.
Dismissing this attention, Jonathan turned back to selecting weapons. Scanning through the pile of metal, he caught a short spark of orange-red. Digging through the large amount of weapons, the orange-red coloured revealed to be another medium length sword but in orange-red colour. He held it, it felt exactly how the sword in his dream felt like. Like it was just meant for him. "I'll take this one." Jonathan decided.
Jacks whistled, "Nice hot shade of red, big guy."
"Oi, Jacks! Catch up with us, will ya?" a black-haired boy shouted from the blue flag sticking upright on the soil ten metres away. "Alright, alright, Ty. Just give me a sec," Jungkook said.
He faced me. "That's Tyler Xiao, son of Nemesis. You never want to get on the bad side of him. Until next time, adios, Jon." He jogged over to Tyler and the rest of his clique of friends.
Just like that, Jonathan was left alone. Yay.
He hung around listlessly, his hand casually gripping onto his bright coloured sword. He walked around, trying to get used to his new surroundings, until he stepped into the shade of a huge tree.
"Hey! Over here!"
Where did the sound come from? Jonatjan looked around, 360 degrees.
"Up here! Oh Hades, look up!"
Jonathan flicked his head upwards, just in time to see a falling figure heading towards him. He stuck his arms out, attempting to catch the potentially dying person. Thankfully, she landed properly into Jonathan's arms without impaling herself with Jonathan's sword which he forgot he was holding. "Oh, thank Hades I'm not dead," the fallen girl breathed out a sigh of relief.
Jonathan's and the girl in his arms' eyes met. "Wh-What..Who are you?" She muttered. Jonathan looked at the girl wide-eyed, as if he could not believe she just spoke.
"You know what, never mind. Would you, uh, put me down?" The girl porbably didn't mean it as a question but nevertheless, Jonathan did.
Or at least he tried.
Once Jonathan let the female down, she doubled over, renching out whatever her dinner probably was. Dumbfounded, and not knowing what to do in this situation, all Jonathan could do and did was to try and soothe the other by patting her back, and pulling her blonde hair back.
After that unpleasant incident, the girl promptly fainted. Jonathan panicked, of course. Especially after the girl who fell out of the sky turned translucent. Jonathan could faintly see the trace of bright green grass through the girl.
Dear Mum Dear Dad, how do I help her? Oh my Gods, is she dying?
Jonathan wanted to master a manly roar to the other campers, alerting them for their help, preferably Apollo campers. But all that came out was a faint squeak.
"Uhh, someone, kinda wanna help us a little here?" Jonathan side-glanced at the unconscious girl while weakly waving his hands.
Thank the Gods, Jonathan caught the attention of another camper. She was fairly tall, (not as tall as Jonathan, but tall.) and she had waist length hazelnut brown hair swept gloriously to the right. By the bow the girl held in his hands and the bag of quivers hung around her body, Jonathan guessed she was another Apollo kid. Good.
She didn't need to even ask before he knew what was wrong.
"Damn mamacita, Jewel stop shadow-travelling. Gods." The girl ㅡ Healing Woman ㅡ pressed a hand to her forehead, as if people turning half transparent was a normal scene around here.
Jonathan reeled back at the word mamacita.
"Hey mamacita, how's your day honey?" His father, Leo Valdez, pressed a warm kiss to Calypso.
Jonathan was then 2 years old, a toddler in a baby cot.
"Valdez, stop calling me mamacita!" Calypso frowned before wiping her hands on her apron. "Wash your hands before some tacos."
"Aye, aye, captain!" The man saluted before covering his mouth, "Mamacita."
"Leo Valdez!"
"Okay, sweet cheeks! Sorry!"
Jonathan smiled at the memory. How he wish, he was still 2. He wouldn't be able to say much, think much, but at least he could see his parents again, so alive and loving.
Healing Woman took out a vial, like the colour of Jonathan's sword, and dripped some of its content into the translucent girl. Slowing colour, and opacity, returned to the unconscious girl.
Healing Woman stood up, "Well, you must be the new guy."
Uh, duh? Have you ever seen this handsome face of mine at camp before? Jonathan thought, before deciding not to say it aloud.
"I'm Tera, daughter of Apollo," Jonathan saw the Apollo kid cringe a little at her name, "But please, just call me T."
Jonathan dumbly nodded, that's all he could do anyway.
"And I guess, you've met Jewel Han, daughter of Hades."