"Jason, dear, would you mind cleaning out the attic after lunch?" He was about to protest when Juno spoke again. "I've just gotten my nails done and I don't want them ruined." she showed him her new manicure. It looked more like daggers than nails to him.

"And besides," she sat down next to him at the table, sighing and dramatically putting her hand to her head. "The smell of nail polish makes me awfully nauseous. I think I'll lie down for a while."

Jason nodded, uninterested in Juno's excuses. He was taught to obey order. And if he didn't listen...he shuddered just thinking about it.

And so Jason spent the rest of the day moving junk out from the attic, mostly throwing things away before even looking in it.

Several times he'd encountered spider webs, and finally he'd found a giant spider nesting underneath an old wooden desk. Without hesitation he'd grabbed a lighter, a metal tin, and set the creatures on fire.

Finally taking a break, Jason sat beneath the small triangular window, his breathing heavy. he started thinking of ways of revenge on Juno when something caught his eye. A thick envelope was wedged between a wooden chest and an old record player. Tentatively, he picked it up and surveyed the object. On the outside, written in neat handwriting, was his name.

'To my dearest Jason Grace.'

That's not Juno's handwriting, or anyone else he knew. The envelope looked old, as if it'd been written a long time ago

"Tsk-tsk-tsk," Jason turned quickly, hiding the envelope behind his back, his heart beating rapidly.

"Already neglecting your work? It's been only three hours." Jason bit his lip so he wouldn't go mouthing off. It was way past three hours; almost seven, actually.

"Go wash up; it's almost dinner time." without waiting for response, she turned and climbed down the ladder leading into the attic.

He didn't know why, but he felt as if Juno shouldn't know he found this. It was a secret. His secret. He still had no clue what it was, but he was going to find out.

Jason looked around, confused. He was in some sort of garden, the sun beating down on him.

A woman held his shoulder tightly, kneeling before him. Her lemony scent felt so familiar, as if it were a forgotten memory. Her features were watery and indistinct, but he could make out blonde hair and piercing green eyes. Her voice was familiar:bright and brittle.

The memory of this woman was within an arm's length, but Jason was unable to grasp at it. Every time he concentrated on her face, everything disappeared like she wasn't really there; like it was a figment of his imagination.

Soon he realized that she was crying, hugging him tightly. He couldn't speak, couldn't comfort this lady. Through her sobs, she spoke. "I will see you soon, dearest." In the distance, Jason could hear someone-a girl- yelling his name, sounding heartbroken.

Jason bolted upright, his breathing so rigid, he could hardly breathe. Jason had never had a dream as realistic as that one. Maybe it really was a memory.

It didn't take long for two ends to meet in his head. Quickly shoving off his covers, Jason grabbed a shirt and exited his room as quiet as possible.

Creeeekkkkkk

Jason winced and quickly looked to see if anyone had heard. No one was in the hallway. He pulled himself up as fast as possible. There was a series of creeks, clicks, and clangs from the old ladder, but it didn't matter. Within a second, Jason was in the dark attic all alone.

He let his eyes adjust before crawling to the middle of the old storage space. A weak beam of moonlight flitted in through the window, casting eerie shadows across the walls. He shuddered.

Remembering the purpose he had gone up here in the first place, Jason pulled up the floorboard. In a rush, he'd pulled a potting piece of wood from the floor, and shoved the envelope in the small space. It was now dusty and crumpled, but Jason couldn't care less. Ripping it open quickly, Jason pulled out several papers. The first one was a light blue paper. He scooted closer to the window so he could read it better.

It was his birth certificate. It said his name, and all that informational stuff from when he was born. Jason shook his head. His birth certificate was hung in the Living room, encased in a golden picture frame. Almost immediately he noticed the differences.

The top of the paper said, 'New York', not 'California'. So he wasn't born here, in California? They had lied to him? But why?

Jason continued comparing birth certificates. No where was Juno Grace's name anywhere on that sheet of paper. Jason's eyes welled with tears. Instead, the name Beryl Grace was written, along with a signature underneath. 'Father:' was left blank.

'Siblings: Thalia Grace.'

So he had a sister, and a mother that he hadn't known about. Zeke wasn't even his father. Jason had had his suspicions about Juno, what with the black hair and no comparison to him or his personality whatsoever.

He quickly crumpled the paper and balled his hands into fists. He was beyond angry, beyond feeling betrayed.

All his anger dissipated when he saw what had also been in the envelope. In his haste, he had ripped it but he could see a girl. She was no more than his age- nine- and grinned at someone. He put the pieces together.

She was grinning at a blonde haired baby boy about the age of two, seemingly unaware of the camera. He could see her face, but he could see she had pale skin and long back unkempt hair. Despite the bright background of a sunny day, she wore black jeans and a leather jacket. The back was a little note written in the right hand corner. 'The last time she saw you'

Through blurry vision, he picked up the neatly written letter. It smelled like lemons.

'My dearest Jason,

So little time to explain so much. I'm sorry it had to be this way. Thalia hates me, you're gone, I've got no family, and my career, as long as my naive dreams, have been crushed.

But i just wanted you to know that letting you go was probably the hardest thing I've had to do. After Zeus left me with nothing but a baby girl in my arms, taking my pride with him, I thought my world was over. Then you came along.

I thought you'd be my chance to start over. Apparently I was wrong.'

The letter was stained was tears. That's when Jason lost it. He started bawling, clutching the paper. He knew he was being a wimp, but it felt as if his whole world had been pulled from right underneath him and he'd been slapped by reality.

He forced himself to continue reading.

'Issues were just bound to happen. After attracting the attention of Zeus Olympia, my pride gave me a big head. But after attracting two major faces in business, i thought i was invincible.

It was only after the fact i was pregnant when Juno, your father's wife, hunted me down. She's a very powerful woman- do not get on her hit list. Slowly but surely she ruined my life. First, my career. Then, creating issues between Thalia and I. Finally came the threats.

Two years...not nearly enough time. But finally the deadline arrived. It was for your well-being. You must think i am a monster, selling a child away, but it was the only thing i could do.

He was getting impatient, and she could not provide. In her eyes, this was an opportunity.

It just breaks my heart to see Thalia running around the apartment in tears, crying out your name.

I am so sorry. One day, My dearest.

Beryl'

Jason was stunned. It wasn't nearly enough answers. He didn't know what to do. Either way, he made a silent vow to himself that he would search for Beryl Grace. Maybe Thalia, too.

He heard someone chuckle behind him "Oh, Jason, dear," she purred. "Hadn't anyone told you curiosity killed the cat?"

(A/N) Dunn Dun Duuunnn! Hey guys! This is my first fanfic, so please go easy on me. Please Rate and review! Give me your opinions.

This isn't a mystery story, fyi. The title might make it seem so, but...it's kind of a romance story written by an amateur.