So I had this idea a while back. These are basically a series of one shots on different PJO/HOO characters and their most embarassing experiences. Hehe.

I don't know how many they'll be, but probably less than fifteen. Who knows?

Also, to anyone who has been reading my other stories, they WILL be continued. I'll be balancing two if my stories, dont worry. I git writer's block on the other one.

Anyway, LETS GO


Jason Grace

The big day had come.

Jason was ready, quilt secured, sword strapped to his side, sheild brandished. He was now at the entrance of the Collussium. He would be sparring againts other fellow Romans and will be striving to win this competition.

Of course, no body would die, but WILL be injured. Jason was prepared, ready to face his enemies, slowly walking into the light, the campers in the stadiums jeering. Accross the feild, Jason spotted his colleague, Reyna. He grinned, he was SO taking her down.

The battle was raging, Octavian had been taken down, and Jason took down Dakota who had taken Octavian down. Finally, after a few more minutes of battle, the dust settled and only two campers remained. Jason Grace, and Reyna.

Easy take-down. They parried, slashed, and blocked each other's swords. Imperial gold clashing ang slicing through the air. After about thirty minutes, Reyna was dissarmed and Jason won. The crowds jeered for the twelve year old son of Jupiter. He stood in the middle of the Collussium, his arms raised, head held high. Proud of himself for his victory.

Jason seethed his sword, but it slipped from his hand and tumbled to the ground. A weight settled on his ankles and his legs felt cold.

Oh gods...

Oh gods no... no, no, no, no...

The crowd stood stilent, then Reyna, who was standing to the side, burst into laughter, joined by Octavian, Dakota, and soon the rest of the Collusium.

His quilt had been cut by his sword and fell down his ankles. His sky blue boxers decorated with lighting strikes was revealed to the camp. Why were quilts even necessary? And he really wasn't accustomed to using a seath.

He stood frozen, cheeks red and quilt still down. Reyna clapped him on the shoulder, not at all containing her laughter. Jason marched out of the Collusium and flew to his cabin.

What a historical day indeed.


So what did you think? Please drop a review and gimme some requests if you want! Thanks for reading! More to come!

~Apollo's Pirate Daughter XD