LOL! It's been like two years? I honestly moved out of my PJO obsession years ago, but I want to finish this story. Only three more chapters left, I think. I'm trying to keep my writing style the same as it was previously rather than re-write all the past chapters. I'm gonna try and finish is ASAP so I can focus on the other works I have in progress.
Enjoy!
Dear Jason,
You weren't supposed to die. You were supposed to live out your days in peace—reap the efforts of your entire life. A life dedicated to the well being of an entire legion, dedicated to the gods, dedicated to your friends.
They say the public's eyes are always on the praetor. As though the praetor is the star of the show, as though the praetor is the main character, as though the praetor is GAINING something by being placed on that pedestal. I thought you were privileged—until I stepped into your shoes.
That moment, underground, surrounded by ghosts and demons and not knowing where Hazel was, when you passed your praetorship to me, I saw a light come back into your eyes. Probably the same light that was extinguished in my own.
There a darkness within this role. It is not simply being pure, being perfect, doing good things for good causes. You, as a child of Jupiter, struggled with that, I think. Your sister accepted the potential darkness of the sky and storms, but you were always a child of sunshine. Almost like a second Apollo, but not quite.
As a child of war, I'm glad I lifted this burden off of you. Making the wrong choices for the right causes, making right choices for a wrong cause, these are things I understand. This is regret I can handle.
Your claim to fame will always be your faithfulness—your hope, your trust, the sheer force of your belief. Every single deity will get a shrine. Maybe it will have been Jason Grace who ends all wars.
I carry on your work in your honor. Praetorship may not have suited you, but you certainly suited the title. We would follow you to the depths of Tartarus.
Sit tibi en pace.
Frank