Jason

To storm or fire, the world must fall. That's what the prophecy said. To storm or fire was the part that bothered me the most. Storm or fire. Me or Leo. One of us was going to die. And to be completely honest, I don't think that Leo has what it takes to save the world. The most serious that I've ever seen that kid was when it was taco night on the Argo II. That leaves me. I never really thought about dying before. Of course I would save the world, but would I be ready? I just can't imagine leaving Piper. And the rest of the team. Wow. Why me? Why Leo? Unbeknownst to me, we'd be finding out sooner than I thought.

Jason

BOOM!

"MOUNTAIN GODS! 12 O'CLOCK!" Leo yelled from the helm. This wasn't the first time that the numina montanum (or ourae in Greek) have attacked us while crossing the mountains. And every time they break the boat. Every. Time. Now, Frank, Hazel, and I had to go fight of the numina montanum while Leo, Nico, and Piper try to keep the ship in the air. After 20 minutes, we lose the numina montanum and we are on our not-so-merry way to Greece.

"We need better defenses!" Piper told Leo, grease smeared on her left cheek. "Or at least something so that we can be ready next time!"

"We'll be fine!" Leo responded, with his naturally cocky tone.

"Is a hole in the side of the frickin' ship fine?" Piper snapped back.

"Fair enough," responded Leo, after catching a glance from me that portrayed something like, "Dude, you are starting a fight you are NOT winning."

Fortunately the defenses that Leo begrudgingly installed when we landed weren't put to good use for a while, because we, somehow, made it past the rest of the mountain range without another encounter with the numina montanum, which didn't make Leo happy, mainly because he wanted to see the deployable cannons light an immortal on fire.

Leo

I was never really bothered by the To storm or fire thing. I mean, I'm too much of an absolute beast to die fighting a dirt-bag (literally) like Gaea. But that doesn't mean I want to watch Jason die. If anyone is going to die. I mean, it could just mean that one of us takes her down, right? RIGHT?! Anyways. About 2 weeks after we had the last encounter with the ourae, we had to take a quick pit stop in a small town near Zagreb, Croatia. When there, Jason and I went on a snack run, but that's not all that happened. We had a run in with our absolute favorite love god, Cupid, who isn't really all that loveable. Anyways, we walked into a run down 7-11 type store to grab some inexpensive snacks and some random things, which I may or may not use for an explosive in the near future, when we were stopped by a middle-aged man in a Panic! at the Disco t-shirt. "To storm or fire the world must fall… Heavy shit, huh?" he said while taking a casual sip of an energy drink.

"Ummmm… Who are you?" I ask

"Awwww… You don't remember little old me?" he said while quickly flashing a wing.

"Cupid," Jason and I say at the exact same time.

"Judging from our mind-blowing experience last time, I thought that you'd be happy to see me again," the god said with the same sassy tone as the last time.

"But seriously, why are you here?" Jason said, with a touch of resentment. Frankly, I don't blame him.

"Aww… No need to be like that! I come with some informaaatiiooonnn!" the god said, attempting to entice us.

"Whatever you're selling, we don't want any. Come on, Leo." Jason replied, unfazed.

"Hold on a second. What sort of information?" I say, turning toward Cupid.

"I know to whom the world falls."

This is a work in progress. I'll have updates when I can. Be patient. Anyways, hope you enjoyed!

-nerdydude58