DISCLAIMER: This is a fanfiction using characters from the series Heroes of Olympus by Rick Riordan. I do not own anything in this, and I did not write this for monetary benefit, only my own personal enjoyment.
"Jason III," read Heracles.
Somehow he knew her. He recognized her dress – a flowery green-and-red wraparound, like the skirt of a Christmas tree. He recognized the colourful plastic bangles on her wrists that had dug into his back when she hugged him goodbye at the Wolf House. He recognized her hair, an over-teased corona of dyed blonde curls and her scent of lemons and aerosol.
Thalia and Jason grimaced at the description of their mother.
Her eyes were blue like Jason's, but they gleamed with fractured light, like she'd just come out of a bunker after a nuclear war – hungrily searching for familiar details in a changed world.
Reyna stiffened. The eyes and their hunger and fracturedness… it was so similar to her father's, long ago. Was Jason's mother a mania?
"You okay?" questioned Nico.
"Yeah," she said. Maybe her theory wasn't true. She would just have to wait and see.
"Dearest." She held out her arms.
Jason's vision tunnelled. The ghosts and ghouls no longer mattered.
His Mist disguise burned off. His posture straightened. His joints stopped aching. His walking stick turned back into an Imperial gold gladius.
"Oof," muttered Leo. "Not good."
The burning sensation didn't stop. He felt as if layers of his life were being seared away – his months at Camp Half-Blood, his years at Camp Jupiter, his training with Lupa the wolf goddess. He was a scared and vulnerable two-year-old again. Even the scar on his lip, from when he'd tried to eat a stapler as a toddler,
"Haha, you tried to eat a stapler!" laughed Leo.
"It's not funny," Jason grumbled.
"Only trying to lighten the mood, wow, take a joke man."
stung like a fresh wound.
"Mom?" he managed.
"Yes, dearest." Her image flickered. "Come, embrace me."
'You're – you're not real.'
'Of course she is real.' Michael Varus's voice sounded far away. 'Did you think Gaia would let such an important spirit languish in the Underworld? She is your mother, Beryl Grace, star of television
"What is television," asked Athena. As the goddess of wisdom, it was her nature to know everything, even the technologies of the future.
"Well…" replied Annabeth, looking around to see if anyone else wanted to explain. After receiving no response, she continued, "It's sort of like a box in a person's house, where they watch plays and things like that. It's more complicated, but there is a lot of book to get through and I'll describe it later."
, sweetheart to the king of Olympus, who rejected her not once but twice, in both his Greek and Roman aspects. She deserves justice as much as any of us.'
Jason's heart felt wobbly. The suitors crowded around him, watching.
I'm their entertainment, Jason realized. The ghosts probably found this even more amusing than two beggars fighting to the death.
Piper's voice cut through the buzzing in his head. 'Jason, look at me.'
She stood twenty feet away, holding her ceramic amphora. Her smile was gone. Her gaze was fierce and commanding – as impossible to ignore as the blue harpy feather in her hair. 'That isn't your mother. Her voice is working some kind of magic on you – like charmspeak, but more dangerous. Can't you sense it?'
"No," grumbled Hera. "Zeus and his children have always been oblivious." This was followed by an exclamation of protest from the many children of Zeus in the room.
"Continue, Heracles!" exclaimed Annabeth.
"No! Hera insulted me and I do not back down from a fight! Do you want to go, Hera?!"
With a mutter of how much of an idiot he was, Annabeth grabbed the book from his hands and loudly started reading over the chaos that was the throne room.
'She's right.' Annabeth climbed onto the nearest table. She kicked aside a platter, startling a dozen suitors. 'Jason, that's only a remnant of your mother, like an ara, maybe, or –'
'A remnant!' His mother's ghost sobbed. 'Yes, look what I have been reduced to. It's Jupiter's fault. He abandoned us. He wouldn't help me! I didn't want to leave you in Sonoma, my dear, but Juno and Jupiter gave me no choice. They wouldn't allow us to stay together. Why fight for them now? Join these suitors. Lead them. We can be a family again!'
"She's lying Jason," whispered Thalia so that only he could hear. "She never cared about anyone. Don't listen to her."
"I know now," he responded.
Jason felt hundreds of eyes on him.
This has been the story of my life, he thought bitterly. Everyone had always watched him, expecting him to lead the way. From the moment he'd arrived at Camp Jupiter, the Roman demigods had treated him like a prince in waiting.
"My liege," said Leo with an air of pompousness, complete with an exaggerated bow. "Do you require your shoes shined? Or maybe some hors d'oeuvres?"
"Shut up," Jason said.
"I'm actually proud he pronounced hors d'oeuvres correctly though. 10 out of 10, nice job Leo," said Piper, Annabeth nodding her head slightly in agreement.
"I will accept that as a compliment," Leo replied.
Despite his attempts to alter his destiny – joining the worst cohort, trying to change the camp traditions, taking the least glamorous missions and befriending the least popular kids – he had been made praetor anyway. As a son of Jupiter, his future had been assured.
He remembered what Hercules had said to him at the Straits of Gibraltar: It's not easy being a son of Zeus. Too much pressure. Eventually, it can make a guy snap.
Now Jason was here, drawn as taut as a bowstring.
'You left me,' he told his mother. 'That wasn't Jupiter or Juno. That was you.'
"I think we should make a list on who has the worst mortal parents. Smelly Gabe number one, then maybe Jason's mom, who else?" Percy asked.
"Let's not," deadpanned Reyna.
Beryl Grace stepped forward. The worry lines around her eyes, the pained tightness in her mouth reminded Jason of his sister, Thalia.
'Dearest, I told you I would come back. Those were my last words to you. Don't you remember?'
Jason shivered. In the ruins of the Wolf House his mother had hugged him one last time. She had smiled, but her eyes were full of tears.
It's all right, she had promised. But even as a little kid Jason had known it wasn't all right. Wait here. I will be back for you, dearest. I will see you soon.
She hadn't come back. Instead, Jason had wandered the ruins, crying and alone, calling for his mother and for Thalia – until the wolves came for him.
"Makes it sound like you're going to die in like some sort of horror movie," said a camper. "And then the wolves came for him."
"Actually yeah, if you show any weakness at all they eat you," responded a legionnaire.
"Are - are you guys okay?" the same camper said quietly after a moment of pause.
His mother's unkept promise was at the core of who he was. He'd built his whole life around the irritation of her words, like the grain of sand at the centre of a pearl.
People lie. Promises are broken.
That was why, as much as it chafed him, Jason followed rules. He kept his promises. He never wanted to abandon anyone the way he'd been abandoned and lied to.
"Mmm… I can think of a couple times where you lied and abandoned me…" said Dakota.
"When?"
"Well there was that one time when you said that you would go get Kool-Aid with me but then you didn't, and when I asked you said that you were at a last-minute senate meeting but really you were just getting ice cream." Dakota took another swig from his Kool-Aid canteen and then flashed a crazy grin at everyone.
"Oh my gods Jason" said Percy.
Now his mom was back, erasing the one certainty Jason had about her – that she'd left him forever.
Across the table, Antinous raised his goblet. 'So pleased to meet you, son of Jupiter. Listen to your mother. You have many grievances against the gods. Why not join us? I gather these two serving girls are your friends? We will spare them. You wish to have your mother remain in the world? We can do that. You wish to be a king –'
'No.' Jason's mind was spinning. 'No, I don't belong with you.'
"I don't know, Jason." said Leo. "I would kinda dig being a king."
Michael Varus regarded him with cold eyes. 'Are you so sure, my fellow praetor? Even if you defeat the giants and Gaia, would you return home like Odysseus did? Where is your home now? With the Greeks? With the Romans? No one will accept you. And, if you get back, who's to say you won't find ruins like this?'
Jason scanned the palace courtyard. Without the illusory balconies and colonnades, there was nothing but a heap of rubble on a barren hilltop. Only the fountain seemed real, spewing forth sand like a reminder of Gaia's limitless power.
'You were a legion officer,' he told Varus. 'A leader of Rome.'
'So were you,' Varus said. 'Loyalties change.'
'You think I belong with this crowd?' Jason asked. 'A bunch of dead losers waiting for a free handout from Gaia, whining that the world owes them something?'
Around the courtyard, ghosts and ghouls rose to their feet and drew weapons.
'Beware!' Piper yelled at the crowd. 'Every man in this palace is your enemy. Each one will stab you in the back at the first chance!'
Over the last few weeks, Piper's charmspeak had become truly powerful.
Aphrodite smiled proudly at her daughter.
She spoke the truth, and the crowd believed her. They looked sideways at one another, hands clenching the hilts of their swords.
Jason's mother stepped towards him. 'Dearest, be sensible. Give up your quest. Your Argo II could never make the trip to Athens. Even if it did, there's the matter of the Athena Parthenos.'
A tremor passed through him. 'What do you mean?'
'Don't feign ignorance, my dearest. Gaia knows about your friend Reyna and Nico the son of Hades and the satyr Hedge. To kill them, the Earth Mother has sent her most dangerous son – the hunter who never rests.
Artemis gasped.
"Is it… is it who I think it is? You know, him?" she said shakily.
"Yes," said Nico. "It is him."
"Okay hold up," Percy said. "You know, the rest of us don't know who you guys are talking about, mind filling us in?"
"Sorry, spoilers," responded Nico with a grin.
But you don't have to die.'
The ghouls and ghosts closed in – two hundred of them facing Jason in anticipation, as if he might lead them in the national anthem.
The hunter who never rests.
Jason didn't know who that was, but he had to warn Reyna and Nico.
Which meant he had to get out of here alive.
He looked at Annabeth and Piper. Both stood ready, waiting for his cue.
He forced himself to meet his mother's eyes. She looked like the same woman who'd abandoned him in the Sonoma woods fourteen years ago. But Jason wasn't a toddler any more. He was a battle veteran, a demigod who'd faced death countless times.
And what he saw in front of him wasn't his mother – at least, not what his mother should be – caring, loving, selflessly protective.
A remnant, Annabeth had called her.
Michael Varus had told him that the spirits here were sustained by their strongest desires. The spirit of Beryl Grace literally glowed with need.
Reyna's theory was getting more truer with every word read, but as it was proven she felt a heavy sinking feeling. Manias were terrible. Jason didn't deserve this.
Her eyes demanded Jason's attention. Her arms reached out, desperate to possess him.
'What do you want?' he asked. 'What brought you here?'
'I want life!' she cried. 'Youth! Beauty! Your father could have made me immortal. He could have taken me to Olympus, but he abandoned me. You can set things right, Jason. You are my proud warrior!'
Her lemony scent turned acrid, as if she were starting to burn.
"Ew I hate the smell of burning lemons," said Connor Stoll, confusing everyone on how he knew what a burning lemon smelled like.
Jason remembered something Thalia had told him. Their mother had become increasingly unstable, until her despair had driven her crazy. She had died in a car accident, the result of her driving while drunk.
Athena would have asked what a car was, but the somber mood in the room made her feel that it wasn't the time.
The watered wine in Jason's stomach churned. He decided that if he lived through this day he would never drink alcohol again.
'You're a mania,'
"I knew it," whispered Reyna, quiet enough so that she only got confused looks from those immediately surrounding her."
Jason decided, the word coming to him from his studies at Camp Jupiter long ago. 'A spirit of insanity. That's what you've been reduced to.'
'I am all that remains,' Beryl Grace agreed. Her image flickered through a spectrum of colours. 'Embrace me, son. I am all you have left.'
The memory of the South Wind spoke in his mind: You can't choose your parentage. But you can choose your legacy.
"True," said Hazel. She thought about her parents, how her mom wasn't that great and her father was feared by most, and yet she had good friends and a sweet boyfriend and a brother. Her life was okay, despite the fact that her parents were not the best.
Jason felt like he was being reassembled, one layer at a time. His heartbeat steadied. The chill left his bones. His skin warmed in the afternoon sun.
'No,' he croaked. He glanced at Annabeth and Piper. 'My loyalties haven't changed. My family has just expanded. I'm a child of Greece and Rome.' He looked back at his mother for the last time. 'I'm no child of yours.'
He made the ancient sign of warding off evil – three fingers thrust out from the heart
"You know, no one ever told me that it was an ancient sign," said Percy. "I just thought it was like this cool thing you did if you had this annoying evil thing and you wanted it gone." Everyone stared at him, shocked. Here was their finest hero, saying he had no idea about the ancient symbol all of them knew, that he thought it was just a neat trick.
Annabeth laughed. "I forgot how little you knew when you found out you were a demigod." She kissed his cheek.
– and the ghost of Beryl Grace disappeared with a soft hiss, like a sigh of relief.
The ghoul Antinous tossed aside his goblet. He studied Jason with a look of lazy disgust. 'Well, then,' he said, 'I suppose we'll just kill you.'
All around Jason, the enemies closed in.
"Yes!" yelled Ares. "A fight!"
"Who wants to read next?" said Annabeth.
"I do!" Ares exclaimed. "Blood and death and war yesthisismychapter!" Slightly disgusted by the god of war's actions, Annabeth handed the book over to him, and he opened to the next chapter.
"Are you sure you can handle it?" snarked Athena. "I mean, it might be above your reading level."
"I got this! Jason IV!"
Sorry about the lateness, I was away and so notinmyusualspace and that just messed up my concentration and i also didn't want to do it? But hey look here it is. feedback is appreciated, do you think i should do one of those scenes where they eat lunch and discuss their feelings?, and remember, it's wingardium leviOsa, not leviosA