JASON (Chap. 1)
Jason's grief felt a minute old, even though it had already been two days since Percy and Annabeth had fallen into Tartaurus. He stood of the helm on the Argo II which was soaring through the clouds. Normally this would've been nice. The wind on his face, so high up in Jupiter's territory. Or was it Zeus? Everything was so confusing, he didn't know what exactly to call his father. But Jason couldn't enjoy it. He kept thinking of how different it was from the inky hole of Tataurus way down below.
I could've done something! He kept thinking to himself. He heard quiet footsteps coming behind him. He drew his sword in a flash and whipped around.
"Woah! Hold on there!" Piper dodged his sword.
"Oh gods, sorry Pipes. I guess I'm still on edge..." He trailed off.
"Jason I understand. We all are. Are you still thinking about Percy and Annabeth?" She sighed.
"Of course. I just... just feel like there was something I could've done."
"Jason," Piper said while reaching for his hand, "We just need to forget what we did wrong earlier, because the only way a mistake can get worse is if you don't fix it in the end."
"I know but what about the doors of de-" Jason was interrupted by the dinner bell. "I guess we should go down stairs now." Jason looked at Piper and could tell she didn't want to go down yet.
"I don't want to talk about Percy and Annabeth yet." Piper mumbled. She clenched Jason's hand harder than ever.
"Come on Pipes, I'll be with you the whole time."
