Spoilers for The Burning Maze and Voltron :0
Jason faintly recalls screaming. The sound of his half-brother and once girlfriend will torment him forever. He falls to the floor with the spear still impaled in his chest, shirt stained a deep red. Blood gurgles out his mouth and dribble down his chin. He falls to the floor with wide eyes and a strangled sound tearing out from his throat. His sword clatters down to the ground along with him. Dimly, he thinks wonders how long it will take to clean the blood from his clothes. But it won't matter. In a few seconds, he'll no longer be in this miserable place and will be free of responsibilities and pain.
It still hurts though. He'll never get the chance to mend his relationship with Piper. He'll never get to be a brother to Apollo, help him on his quest. He won't get to laugh with Percy, debate with Annabeth. Jason will never get to listen to Nico's love crazed rants, or Hazel's stern ones. He won't get to watch Frank blossom as Praetor. And gods, Reyna. Beautiful, sweet, amazing, Reyna. Jason will never be able to tell how much she means to him, how she drives him crazy and made him fall utterly in love with her one time in the distant past. How many people will mourn for him? Who will come to his funeral? Certainly not Thalia. The news will arrive to her too late. And even then, she could not bear the loss of another family member. Who will remember him, not as the son of Jupiter, but as Jason Grace? Gods, he'll miss them all. But maybe it's for the best. They get to live life to the fullest, fall in love and have children. He hopes they live for a long time, and tell their grandchildren about Jason and so many other people. And, maybe just maybe he'll reunite with them in Elysium, them gray and old, him forever young and life gone too far early.
"Maybe,"
He chokes out, dim blue eyes meeting those of his murderer.
"Maybe i'll be happy again."
And Jason slipped into the comforting awaitence of the darkness. Safe and sound.
Is this good enough for a prologue?