Disclaimer: I do not own PJO or HOO...Rick Riordan does blah blah blah...

"Travis Grace, you come here right this instance!" That was what I woke up to Saturday to my mother yelling at me. I sighed and got out of bed. Tommorow was my twelfth birthday. My mom didn't have a job and was a "soccer mom" for the most part. My grandfather Tristan McLean would visit every so often although that was rare because he was a famous actor for Greek mythology crap. Who believes in that garbage? Anyways, now that you know a little bit more about me, you are probably wondering why my mom was mad at me. I may have left the oven on last night by accident. It was a good thing the house hadn't burned down.

I ran downstairs to see my mom turning the oven off. "Sorry mom." I said as I stifled a yawn. Mom sighed and gestured at my school bag.

"Have you done your homework?"

"Not yet." I said guiltily. Mom took a big sigh and hugged me.

"You sound exhausted."

"I'm just tired is all. I just woke up."

"Okay, go eat breakfast." And with that I went to go have some scrambled eggs. Afterwards I went upstairs to take a shower. Afterwards I put on some jeans and a Yale University White T-Shirt on along with my gray hoodie and my wristwatch. Today was going to be awesome. I then went to do my chores. Checking the mail and taking ou the trash. By the time I was finished it was 2:00 so I plopped down on the couch, fired up my Xbox 360, and started playing some Call of Duty. A few hours later at 4:50 I heard our doorbell ring. I looked around to see if mom was around. Nowhere to be seen. Curiously I went to go answer the door. I opened it to see a tall man in his late 40's holding a package. For his age, he was quite handsome. He gave off an aura of godliness. Like one of those people you would see in a movie.

"Hello?" I asked not sure what to do? I turned around to see if mom was behind me. Nowhere to be seen. Not good.

"Good evening ." I was starting to feel scared and confused. How could he know my name?

"Excuse me sir? Who are you?" The man smiled and gestured at the package he was holding.

"I'm a friend of your Fathers. Jason Grace. I just found out he had a son and that his birthday was tomorrow. Just wanted to give you a little early birthday gift." At this point I definitely did not trust this man. But for some reason, I took the package.

"My dads dead."

"I know. That is most unfortunate... I share my sorrows."

"Thankyou Mr..."

"Call me Jupiter."

"Oh, we're you named after the planet?" Jupiter Waved goodbye and as he turned around, I could've sworn I hear him say "You could say the planet was named after me." A little weirded out, I didn't touch the package until after dinner. What was inside shocked me. Inside was a Imperial Gold coin with the name "Ivlivs" on it. It didn't look like much but I found it interesting. I pocketed it.