Hey guys,

Dear Jason will be a collection of letters that the seven and others supposedly write to him after his death. The writing will be OOC but the intention won't, hopefully. I plan on doing Percy, Leo, Nico, Will and Calypso, Reyna, Annabeth, Frank, Hazel, Thalia, and Piper, and maybe some others. I'm kind of stuck in a "why did Jason die?" midset these days, and I've been reading really sad fics so...this is my attempt. I hope you enjoy!

Thanks,

ElflingoftheShire

Dear Jason,

You weren't supposed to die. I'm sorry that you did. You were fighting to save the world and fixing mistakes that weren't yours. If you're reading this down there, you're probably relieved that you are free of that never-ending cycle. The gods seem to keep finding new things to break. I know how you feel. I've done the same thing for about seven years now. I've watched people die, people who looked up to me as a leader. You know how that feels. We, the Seven, the leaders of our camps, the ones chosen to lead a quest to the Ancient Lands, we were thought to be the greatest leaders of all time. And all of you, you looked up to me. A son of Poseidon, a former praetor, and the partaker of two great prophecies who is currently not feeling heroic at all.

Because you guys, you followed mine and Annabeth's lead, yes, but you were more. You were family. You were people of great potential and power. And out of all of them, you, Jason, the most so. You knew how it felt to have eyes on you. To have people believe in you regardless of how much more inexperienced or less wise you may be. You know what it's like to think that you must be the best of them. If you are picked to lead a group, a group so beautiful and strong, you must be worthy of them. You must be brave enough, selfless enough, loyal enough.

And I am not.

Out of our group, I have not given the most, as I was supposed to. Hazel, sweet little Hazel, died to stop the giants from rising when she was thirteen. And when she was given a second chance, she stopped the giants once and for all. Leo sacrificed himself and saved the world, and when he came back, he mended the promises that I broke. Frank carried the weight of his weakness for years, before he used that very weakness to end the life of a treacherous emperor, not caring that his own would go with it. And you. You knew of your death. So did Piper. You both marched in there, knowing one would not come back. You marched in there and made sure that it was you who fell. And Piper, if she had the chance, I know she would do the same. You too carried on a promise that I made and forgot.

So I am not worthy of our group. I have not died. I have not given my life. My friends have. So they should not look up to me. I have failed them.

We will remember you, Jason. As one of the greatest heroes there ever were. Thank you for all that you have done, thank you for saving our lives, and thank you for promising Kymopoleia trading cards. I wish we could've been better friends, I wish we have met under better circumstances, I wish I had been a better person.

Your bravery, leadership, and faith in the good shall not be forgotten. It was my honor to know you. Maybe we will meet again, in another life, on the playground of some preschool, and we'll be best friends. But until then, goodbye. You should not have died. I will not let your death be in vain.

Have a nice time in Elysium, bro.

Percy