Time to skip to another age! I am working my butt off with this fanfiction stuff. I'm not good at math, so forgive me if the ages I put in the story don't add up with the books!

And I have a short attention span, so I might've missed some details in the books. I like to write, but I may not be as good as I think.

Disclaimer: I don't own Jason or some of the other characters. The idea of the plot belongs to Rick Riordan.

AGE: 7

Chapter 4: Jason

I switched tables.

It was dinner at Camp Jupiter. It had been five years since I arrived at Camp Jupiter. Getting there wasn't that hard. We went into an orphanage, a family that lived in San Francisco adopted all of us at once (no idea why they wanted five ADHD kids). From there, we followed Lupa's instructions and made it to Camp.

Now I was seven years old, popular, and already a leader. I had two best friends, Michael and Rose. Michael had turned out to be a legacy of Trivia. He could cast spells, and brew potions. Rose was the daughter of Venus. She had the rare Venus power of charmspeak. We were both members of the legion, Fifth Cohort.

I had earned my way into the legion at age two, by electrocuting a rogue manticore that invaded camp. The praetors, Chase Henderson and Alyssa Cato, saw this as an act of valor. I always saw it as a mistake. I never meant to kill the monster.

Michael had earned his way in by waiting a year, and earning his stripe of loyalty. Eventually, when everyone else was infected by a poisonous mosquito monster plague, he brewed the perfect potion to save everyone's lives. He got a lot of respect.

Rose was smart. For a daughter of Venus, she was a freaking genius. She always knew what to say, and what to do, and she was AMAZING in siege. She always came up with the perfect battle plans. She earned her way in by saving Chase, when he needed help in siege. She could've stolen the banner, but she chose to save Chase, like a true hero.

But right then, I had just asked the praetors for permission to skip my lessons for the following day to meet Lady Juno.

I had just come back from a quest a week ago, and Juno wanted to commemorate me for my actions on the quest. She called me her Champion.

"What did they say?" Rose asked excitedly. Juno always got gifts for the three of us. Rose was excited to see what she got this time.

"They said we could skip!" I said with a smile.

Michael stared glumly at his food. It was his favorite: a steaming bowl of macaroni & cheese.

"What's wrong with you? You're quiet." I told the nine- year- old.

"Nothing." He replied. "I'm just thinking."

"About what?"

"Well. I had a dream last night.

"Jason was at least fifteen- years- old. He had a golden spear, and he was fighting an army of monsters. There was a.. voice. An evil voice saying that it would kill us. I sorta believed it. I don't wanna talk about it." Michael finished.

About ten minutes later, the war horn sounded.

"Alright, soldiers! Get into formation for siege!" the praetors, Chase and Alyssa, said in unison.

An excited murmur ran through the crowd as we formed into our ranks.

"You're going down, Fifth Cohort!" A member of the First Cohort, Octavian, shouted to nobody in particular.

"Yeah, Octavian?" I replied angrily. The First and Second Cohorts thought they were so much better than everyone else. "At least most of us actually have powers. Unlike you."

Octavian's pale blue eyes visibly darkened, turning violet. He gripped his spear, his knuckles turning white.

The entire Fourth Court stifled laughs. The Fifth Cohort busted out laughing. We marched to the Field of Mars after putting on our armor.

"Alright, Romans, you know the rules. No maiming, killing, or severely injuring Hannibal the Elephant. Try not to rough each other up too badly." Alyssa said with a grin. She and Chase held hands and joined our Fifth Cohort ranks.

"Let the games begin!" they shouted.

We had already discussed our battle strategy whilst putting our armor on.

I was the first over the wall, along with Rose and Michael.

"FIFTH COHORT—ATTACK!" I yelled. Thanks to Jupiter, I was a natural born leader. It was a trait I shared with my father. I was also able to control, create, and conduct lightning and electricity. I could make storms, and control the air.

I allowed the air currents to carry me and let me fly like Superman. I drew my old, corroded, standard Imperial gold sword from the legion.

I landed on the ground, ducking as a Third Cohort soldier swung at my head. I jumped up and used the air currents to somersault over his head. Once I landed behind him, I hit him in the back of the head with the butt of my sword.

I smacked another legionnaire in the head with the flat of my blade.

Then I got an idea.

I jumped up and slammed my blade in the ground, landing on one knee. A large, powerful wind pushed everyone except the Fifth Cohort on the ground. The air pressure changed, and all those who fell passed out.

I jumped, using the air currents to lift me onto the back of Hannibal the War Elephant. Hannibal was a wild card on the Field of Mars. The real struggle was avoiding getting stomped, and getting onto his back.

I grabbed the reins and shouted over my shoulder, "Fifth Cohort, to the fort!"

I guided Hannibal towards the fort where the First Cohort kept their banner.

Hannibal smashed through the side wall of the building. The First Cohort scattered, looking terrified at the sight of the war elephant.

I somersaulted off of Hannibal's back and landed with my sword in my hand.

I pointed my sword at Octavian's chest. "Surrender, and I might not have to use Hannibal." I said cooly.

I strode past Octavian, grabbing the First Cohort banner.

Chase walked up to me. He smiled through his war helm. "You know what, Jason? Before you came along, the Fifth Cohort was a joke. But now, I'm starting to think that you're changing our luck. When you came here, I thought you had no chance. But now, I think there may be hope for you yet, Jason Grace."