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Do me a favor. Listen to 'lullaby of a princess' by warpout on YouTube...
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First time Percy and Jason fought, the day after they got married, Percy left the palace.
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When he came back, he was crying, claiming he never meant to. The guards tried to calm down Percy, who was saying that they needed to tell Jason that he was sorry for what happened.
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The guards got the King of the new country. Jason managed to calm his wife down just enough to know what he meant.
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Percy had gotten drunk about a month ago, and forgot everything... And, to put it in a positive way to say it, accidentally made a child.
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A demigod, to be exact.
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Jason cradled the crying god. "It's okay sweetheart. Its okay. I'm not mad."
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A year later, a woman and 3 month old child were at the front door. Jason had requested her appearance.
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The woman, her name Zoe, was scared. She had been in bed with his wife, and dont know if Jason was happy. He might take the child away, or worse: kill both her and the child.
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She was escorted down to the throne room. The 3 month old, Jackson, clung to his mommie. When she entered the room, she gasped.
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The thrones weren't like how she imagined. They weren't the height that the Greek myths said, not that they ever liked the Greeks. But they are Greek... right?
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Jason was seated in his own throne, his Night sky cloak acting like a blanket. She bowed.
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"No need for the formality, Zoe Zimmerma. I'm not like my father." Jason got off his throne. Zoe got up.
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"Like your father?" She asked, holding Jackson tightly.
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"Jupiter. Roman god. Is that Percy's kid?" The calm in JASON'S voice wasn't like the calm before a storm. It was the calm AFTER the storm. But he wasn't mad?
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"Yes... You aren't going to-"
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"For just existing? I'm not like the Olympians. My dad did that once. I would never." Jason smiled at Zoe, and she relaxed.
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But Jackson didn't. He started to cry. Jason looked at him.
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"I know." He whispered. As soon as he said this, the room darkened.
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The night sky appeared, though it was without a moon. The dome of the room was coated in spiraling galaxies, glittering constellations, and breath taking nebulas.
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Jackson stopped. He looked up at the dome in awe. And so did Zoe.
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"Wow..." She breathed. Jason smiled.
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"Percy doesn't know your here. But, I want jackson and you to live here. Its okay if you dont want to. I'll just provide the training that he'll need. And the money for everything-"
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Zoe cut him off. "Can we do half a year he's with me, winter and summer. And he's with you the rest of the time?" Jason nodded.
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Jackson was only 10 when the deal came to life. His mommie said that it was for his good.
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He trained with his half siblings. Faylaya cradled him while James helped him prank the guards.
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At 12, he got his first sword. Stiria, Latin for Icicle. It was water straight from the river Ignis purpureo, or Crimson Fire.
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At 14, he got his first kiss. A nymph, one that was a creek nymph, had pulled him under her water. His dad and step dad giggled at the story Jackson told them. The name of the nymph was Proluvies. The only male nymph in the world...
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At 16, Percy took him to the edge of the kingdom. The wilderness was beautiful. Wood nymphs called him the Salvator purpureo, or Crimson savior. He liked the name. It matched his hair.
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At 18, Jason told him that he was allowed to leave... Or become a god. His mom had passed away just a few days ago. She had talked to the sky god about not wanting him to suffer her death.
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Jackson accepted it.
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Of coarse, he became the god of the creeks and streams of Alaska. He didn't complain. After all, he did love a creek nymph.
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He was a minor god, so he never did have a throne. Though the others wanted him to have one, he didn't want it. He liked roaming around. He was not born immortal like the others, or years old like the once demigods. besides, he liked not having a chair to worry about. He spent most of his time in the creek of his love.