Hello! I'm really glad you're all liking this! Now, for someone with no inspiration to write, I think this chapter turned out pretty well. But I'll let you all be the judge of that!

Did anyone else forget about the Fourth of July? Or just me?

JASON

Jason was feeling irritated and guilty. He had seen much of what Percy had been talking about, but as a Roman, his emotions only went so far. Romans were known to be ruthless even merciless. They weren't very well-known for their kindness.

Jason had seen members of his cohort and the others die in battle, yes, but all that mattered was that they won the war-thanks to Jason.

When Jason and the rest of Camp had been informed that Saturn had just disappeared back into the depths of Tartarus, no one gave it a second thought.

Except for Jason.

Jason was slightly disappointed he hadn't gotten to demand a duel against the Titan Lord. Jason had been feeling so confident after the battle with Krios that he was ready to take him on. Jason had wanted to send Saturn back to the pits himself.

So, naturally, when he heard of Percy Jackson's feats-he didn't exactly believe all of them unless they came from Annabeth or Thalia or the satyr known as Grover-and how Percy was the one who sent Kronos back to the pits, Jason was jealous.

Piper seemed to understand his feelings. She seemed to understand that Jason felt that he needed to live up to the person who was a living legend to all the campers, even the Roman campers seemed to think extremely highly of Perseus Jackson.

Jason really didn't want to admit he was jealous of Percy Jackson. He figured if he went up to Percy and said, "Hey, sorry for being rude, I was just jealous of how I wasn't able to do what you did, and now I have to live up to it at Camp half-Blood," Percy would laugh and give a sarcastic comment and dismiss everything.

Or Percy would snap at him and demand he leave until it was time to depart.

Annabeth had said it would be best to move at night, not only because of the time change, but because they would attract less attention if no one could see them.

Jason drew a deep breath as he forced himself into the 'Greek Side' of the makeshift camp.

Now, let's explain why there is a Greek and Roman side of the camp.

Early on-two days ago when Jason and Percy had their first serious fight, Octavian-being the cunning and sly snake he is-made a big deal over it screaming, "There! You see? I warned you! The Greeks are trying to kill our lost Roman Praetor Jason Grace! They are evil! They have brought us here to our homeland to destroy us for good!"

Percy had then turned on Octavian and politely put his sword tip against the throat of the boy.

Speaking of sword tips at throats…..

"Hi," Jason gulped as he stared cross-eyed at the sword, whose cold metal was pressing dangerously closer. Percy glared at Jason then said something in rapid Ancient Greek that sounded something as an order.

Nico Di Angelo withdrew the sword from Jason's neck, glaring at the fifteen-year-old brother of Thalia.

As Jason's eyes went back to their original position, Jason saw that the inside of the tent was littered with armor and paper. Maps, blueprints, battle plans, etc.

There was a small table in the middle with four chairs. Two of them were occupied by Thalia and Annabeth, both of whom had chosen to ignore Jason's presence.

Jason felt a pang in his chest. More jealousy. Thalia had-his long lost older sister-had chosen the side of Percy Jackson, her cousin instead of choosing to side with her brother or at least stay neutral.

Annabeth was studying a map of Rome, trying to decipher where the Doors of Death could possibly be. Percy said that Thanatos had told them that the Doors weren't exactly physical. That had obviously perplexed the daughter of Athena, irritating her greatly.

Jason cleared his throat as Percy raised an eyebrow at him and Nico sat down, watching Jason carefully.

"Be careful, Perce. I'm not sure I trust him at the moment."

"Calm down, Nico. It's not like Jason wants me dead or anything," Percy said steely, looking at Jason, asking Jason whether he did want Percy dead or not.

Someone was laughing in Jason's mind.

Give in to your jealousy. Bring down the boy who they praise and worship like he's some hero. Then you can bring his body to me, where I will use his blood to awaken me. Join me, Jason Grace. You'll go down in history. Gaea's voice tempted him.

Jason's face scrunched up as he argued allowed.

"No! I won't!" He clutched his hands over his ears. Thalia looked at him for the first time since he entered the tent. Percy's expression changed from a secluded look to that of concern and worry.

"Jason?" He asked cautiously.

"Get out of my head!" Jason yelled at Gaea, looking directly through Percy, as though he were invisible.

The cold, ancient laughter of Gaea washed over Jason's mind once more. Then Gaea spoke through Jason, her voice sleepy and quiet to the ears.

"Come, little heroes. Come forward and accept that the gods reign will come to an end. Join me, and you shall be spared from harm. You will be honored for fighting with me in the end. Join me, and we shall set this world right!"

Jason fell down to his knees as Piper burst through the tent.

"Jason!" She exclaimed as he took many shaky breaths. Piper and Thalia hoisted Jason back to his feet. Percy no longer seemed to care about what had happened only a few minutes before.

"What happened?" Piper questioned. "I heard someone talking….and it didn't sound like any of you guys….it sounded like….like…."

Percy nodded, "Gaea."

Nico's eyes darkened. "I don't like this," he announced. "I don't like this at all. We're walking right into a trap, I know it! Why did Gaea let you guys get to me so easily? None of it adds up!"

Percy sighed, a long, low, sigh that was only barely audible.

"We're demigods, Nico. Nothing ever adds up until it's done."

So. Yeah. There it is! You know, I've always been curious if I personally know anyone who reviews-I really doubt it-and it always crosses my mind when I write these fanfics. I'll be writing and then I'll think, 'Hey, I wonder if any of my friends that read PJO are reading and reviewing this?'

But there's no way of knowing so I'm always like, 'It'd be so weird and so cool if they were.'

That was kind of a useless comment there XD

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~*J.C*~