Legends
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"Who are you?" I asked walking forward. The man seemed to bare his eyes directly at Jasmine. He didn't care much about me or Athos which was weird. Slowly, he skulked forward. With every step, my anger boiled. I was never one to lose his cool easily, but I never liked it when people didn't answer my questions.
Grasping my hand, Jasmine shook her head. She knew what I was about to do. I was going to charge at him. But she stopped me. Hse was probably one of the few people that could.
Turning back at the mysterious, I cringed. He smiled intrigued, but yet unimpressed. "I am Jason. The son of Jupiter." He smiled. "You remember me don't you, Jasmine." Glaring at her, he smiled.
I glanced at Athos, realizing his expression. He was completely lost, like a puppy in a big city. I could read it all over his face. Turning back at Jasmine, Athos looked at her with awe.
"Who's Jason?" He asked. I smiled, realizing that he barely had learned about him or the other respectable leaders of Camp Jupiter.
"He was a former praetor during the early twenty-first century. Jason was known to actually be one of the youngest to be admitted into the legion." I replied.
Arching an eyebrow, Jason wondered. "One of? I am the youngest! I was the youngest and will remain!" Smiling, I laughed. "No, I was admitted into the legion when I was three and I was claimed when I was four. Technically, we are the same, you and me. Both at the age of three."
Closing his eyes, Jason held a wicked smile on his face. "I am a god. I am Jason Grace, former of the legions best. Slayer of the Trojan sea monster. I've toppled the black throne of Kronos, battled with Krios, slayed the giant Enceladus and you have the nerve to compare yourself with me?!" Opening his eyes, he bared an insulted look of disgust.
Shock built up on my face. I couldn't say anything to that. If had done all the things he said, then why challenge the gods? Why try to create a war, that he couldn't win? What was the purpose of all of this?
Struggling to speak, I squeaked. "How is that possible, you couldn't have lived that long as a demigod." I replied.
Waving his hand Jason turned. "I didn't have to. I was fifthteen by the time, I had completed all of those actions. I also helped kill Porphyrion, during the war and went on a quest to the Ancient lands. Both Rome and Greece. Rome is nothing compared to Greece."
"What do you want." I cried. "If you're here you obviously want something!"
Jasmine rose her head feeling frightened and fragile. Jason knew it would've been completely wrong for him to tell them himself. With a whimsikle smile, he held out his hand.
"We will meet again." He murmured. "Next time, Sean. It will be you and me our own fight will begin. Have a wonderful quest, Jasmine." His voice filled with amusement as he evaporated into lightning as the bolt zipped out into the sky.
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"Who are you?" I asked walking forward. The man seemed to bare his eyes directly at Jasmine. He didn't care much about me or Athos which was weird. Slowly, he skulked forward. With every step, my anger boiled. I was never one to lose his cool easily, but I never liked it when people didn't answer my questions.
Grasping my hand, Jasmine shook her head. She knew what I was about to do. I was going to charge at him. But she stopped me. Hse was probably one of the few people that could.
Turning back at the mysterious, I cringed. He smiled intrigued, but yet unimpressed. "I am Jason. The son of Jupiter." He smiled. "You remember me don't you, Jasmine." Glaring at her, he smiled.
I glanced at Athos, realizing his expression. He was completely lost, like a puppy in a big city. I could read it all over his face. Turning back at Jasmine, Athos looked at her with awe.
"Who's Jason?" He asked. I smiled, realizing that he barely had learned about him or the other respectable leaders of Camp Jupiter.
"He was a former praetor during the early twenty-first century. Jason was known to actually be one of the youngest to be admitted into the legion." I replied.
Arching an eyebrow, Jason wondered. "One of? I am the youngest! I was the youngest and will remain!" Smiling, I laughed. "No, I was admitted into the legion when I was three and I was claimed when I was four. Technically, we are the same, you and me. Both at the age of three."
Closing his eyes, Jason held a wicked smile on his face. "I am a god. I am Jason Grace, former of the legions best. Slayer of the Trojan sea monster. I've toppled the black throne of Kronos, battled with Krios, slayed the giant Enceladus and you have the nerve to compare yourself with me?!" Opening his eyes, he bared an insulted look of disgust.
Shock built up on my face. I couldn't say anything to that. If had done all the things he said, then why challenge the gods? Why try to create a war, that he couldn't win? What was the purpose of all of this?
Struggling to speak, I squeaked. "How is that possible, you couldn't have lived that long as a demigod." I replied.
Waving his hand Jason turned. "I didn't have to. I was fifthteen by the time, I had completed all of those actions. I also helped kill Porphyrion, during the war and went on a quest to the Ancient lands. Both Rome and Greece. Rome is nothing compared to Greece."
"What do you want." I cried. "If you're here you obviously want something!"
Jasmine rose her head feeling frightened and fragile. Jason knew it would've been completely wrong for him to tell them himself. With a whimsikle smile, he held out his hand.
"We will meet again." He murmured. "Next time, Sean. It will be you and me our own fight will begin. Have a wonderful quest, Jasmine." His voice filled with amusement as he evaporated into lightning as the bolt zipped out into the sky.
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