JASON

Jason felt as if someone sucked the air out of his lungs. He stared at the god in front of him with utter shock as the blood drained from his face. Before he knew it, his imperial gold gladius fell from his shivering hand and landed with a metalican sound.

Neptune, or rather Poseidon in his Greek form which was obvious he was in now walked forward to him and gave him his hand with a warm smile. In his other hand he was holding a beautiful, big Trident, his symbol of power.

"Please, do not bow to me, Jason. You are my family, family does not bow to family." The god of the seas said in a warm tone.

Jason raised his head, eyes wide. Did a god just told him not bow before him? Most of the gods with savor the moment and will make it last as long as they can. But here came Poseidon and breaks his entire veiw of the Olympians. He looked modest and easy-going. Not like his own father whom Jason never met, but only heard stories. The Greeks always said Zeus was an arrogant Air Head, paranoid and power hungry.

Jason took Poseidon's hand, which was rough and strong, but still gentle. He rose on his feet. Glaring at the god of the seas in confusion.

"I am sorry for rocking your ship but my son's... death... was unbelievly hard for me." Poseidon apologized, which shocked Jason even more. A god? An Olympian? On of The Big Three, possibly the most powerful god of all and he apologizes? And he's upset about his son's death. Sure, it was his only demigod child, Roman or Greek, but still. Gods are usually self-cetered, arrogant and so full og themselves. Poseidon was showing Jason why Percy was loyal to the Olympians, no matter what happaned, when he was tortured or worse he always stayed loyal, when a godly parent shows you support and love and really pushes you to go on.

But Jason composed himself. He nodded and held back tears. Stop being a whip! He scolded himself. "Percy was good friend of mine. I wish I could do something..."

Jason was even more shocked when a tear leaked down the god's face. And didn't bother to wipe it off. He glanced at Percy and more tears gathered in his sea-green eyes that matched perfectly to his son's eyes. "He was my pride and joy." Poseidon managd to get in a shaky breath before he broke down into tears and fell down on his knees one of his arms covering his face while in his other hand clenged to his Trident like a lifeline.

Without a second thought Jason leaned next to the sobbong god and put an hand on his shoulder. He didn't now what exactly to say, he wasn't an expert in comforting gods who had just lost their son. He was on the verge of break down himself. If a god can, why can't he?

"He's in batter place now. In Elysium. He fought bravely for all of us, I never thought that I will have a friend as loyal as him, I am proud to be able to call him my friend. And when you love someonne you should let him go."

Jason didn't expect to be open so much with someone he just met. Because honestly, that wasn't just empty words to comfort Poseidon, he had been thinking about it all day long in his room. He thought about how life were suck, and how much he wanted his friends back. But now, after seeing Poseidon collaps down for his son he finally realized that if Percy was there he was probably takes Poseidon's Trident and stick it in his father's butt for crying over him. Percy wouldn't want them to grieve over him. He wouldn't want to see his dad like this, he would want them to move on. To let go.

Poseidon drew a few shaky breaths before rising on his feet. Jason froze when the god of the seas luned himself at him and engulfed him a hug.

Poseidon stepped back wiping the remainning tears from his face. "Thank you, nephew." He said gratefully. "You are right." He chuckled softly. "Percy would probably smack upside the head if he knew I was breaking down like this over him."

Jason managed a small smile.

Poseidon get back to his previous sit next to his son and resume to stroke his son's Jet-Black hair. Jason didn't know what to do so he set across the bed, near Reyna.

"It's not the only reason I came, though." Poseidon said at last.

Jason raised his gaze from Reyna's pale face and looked at the god of the seas expectantly.

"The Romans and Greek are on the verge of war." He explained. "Clarisse La Rue had a dream of Percy... dies... and she thinks the Romans had something to do with it. The Greeks are furious, when it comes to someone of their own they will not back down without a fight. And this insufferable boy, Octavian convinced the Twelfth Legion to attack the Greek camp. I suggest you, not to undermost the Greeks, they saw battles that can make some Romans to wet their pants. It will be a bloodbath, though there is a way to stop it-"

Before he could finish the sentence thunder rumbled in the air. Poseidon rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth.

He made a sound that sounded like a snarl. Then he took a deep breath and turned to Jason. "I must leave now, Ozone-Brain needs me at Olympus. Tell Nico Di Angelo what I told you. I have a feeling that he will know what to do. Good luck, nephew. And if you need any help with the Giants don't hesitate to call me."

And with that he was gone. Sea breeze blew in Jason's head.

He rose from the bed and took his gladius from the floor and left the room, his hands shaking. He looked at the sky and found it was calmer, the hurricanes and tornado stopped to blow in the far, but the ship was still rocking a little.

Jason took off to his room. Without to change his cloths he crashed on the bed and fell asleep the moment his head touched the pillow.