The Chaos War

Well. It was a month after all. Darn it.

Better late than never, though, right?

This chapter sees the final moments of talking between Piper and co. and Shin’en’s crew.

Disclaimer: I don’t own PJO or any other media herein

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Just like Jason had said, there was plenty to do in Hotel Valhalla, and the big group of friends did everything they could get around to doing. It made for a surreal experience that they all ignored. Here they were, veterans of war, one of them undead, coming from a present-apocalyptic world, more war and battles looming before them like an approaching tsunami, and they were all acting like college friends on vacation.

They bowled, played pool, laser tag, went to the shooting range and all got schooled by Reyna and Thalia, went to the skatepark and showed off their demigod athletic skills by pulling off insane stunts on bikes, skateboards, and rollerblades, and to finish the rest of their second day, they went to a big restaurant in the hotel and enjoyed a dinner in which every plate would have cost over a hundred dollars, not counting all the drinks, appetizers, and desserts all the growing girls and boys ordered.

Between all ten of them, their dinner bill would have easily gone above two-thousand dollars.

Piper and Hazel both had that much money in pocket change. Hazel was rich, after all, and Piper had certainly kept the spoils of her successes. Plenty of drug lords and dictators, you see.

Dinner was interesting, though. Also there at this restaurant were other demigods from the camps. They saw Clarisse, Chris, Connor, Travis, Katie, Miranda, Silena, Beckendorf, and Michael Yew at one table. They caught each other’s eyes, the groups, but no one got up to share words. All they needed was the nod. You have your team, we have our team. We all know what’s at stake, we all know where we’ve come from and what we’ve gone through, and you have your lives and we have ours.

It wasn’t about animosity between anyone, or some kind of prestige, like the Seven were too important to be approached by the “side character,” but a mere respectful observation that there wasn’t anything that needed to be said about what was coming. Only an understanding nod.

After dinner, everyone broke off and went back to their rooms. Percy and Annabeth went together, Hazel and Frank together, Leo managed to find Calypso, Reyna and Thalia bunked up as they’d been doing for years now, Nico found Will, and Piper joined Jason in his room.

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“That girl you told me about four years ago, back when we officially broke up—I guess it didn’t work out,” Piper surmised.

Jason shook his head. “Nope. It didn’t. We tried, but after a few months, it was clear to both of us that we didn’t click after all.”

“I see. And now?”

“Now?” Jason blew some air out of his nose as he grinned lucidly. “Now I think that even though the circumstances are less than ideal, I’m grateful for this moment to be with you again so I can tell you that I still love you and want to be your boyfriend again after all this time.”

“And after all this time, after being through so much and getting to find myself, even though it might be really cheap and probably invalidates what we went through during the Burning Maze, I still love you too.”

Piper put her arms around Jason’s neck and put her lips to his. He put his arms around her waist and kissed her back. Piper pushed them both down to the bed, still kissing, and the kiss only broke when Jason moved his hand from her back to her ass, squeezing it and cupping it. Piper looked down at Jason, and he looked up at her, asking a question with his eyes.

Piper’s response was to sit up so she could take off her shirt and bra.

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Come morning, Piper and Jason woke up on the couch, the bed having been rendered too soaked with fluids to be comfortable to sleep in. They showered together, another round of sex, and then, since Piper hadn’t brought any clothes with her from her suite, she happily borrowed some from Jason. Boxers, jeans, socks, a spare pair of shoes that flopped around her feet, and a baggy T-shirt. Well, baggy on her slender frame, anyway.

The whole point of that was simply so Piper didn’t have to walk from Jason’s suite to her’s wearing only a towel. Once in her suite, she got panties, a bra, and better-fitting jeans and shoes. She kept the shirt, though.

Stepping outside the bedroom part of her suite, Piper tossed Jason his things back to him, and then they walked all the way back to his suite so he could put his stuff back up.

All of this done in companionable silence and for no other reason than to simply bask in each other’s presence and enjoy the feeling of being whole and complete again. Maybe it really did cheapen the whole Burning Maze fiasco. Maybe it really did completely invalidate Piper’s entire identity crisis years ago. Maybe it really was just a horrendously bas phase brought upon by stress (or maybe there really had been a malicious component, as in maybe Medea really had messed with Piper’s mind to the point she almost brainwashed her into thinking she was gay and didn’t fit in with the Cherokee tribe being the daughter of a Greek goddess). Whatever the case, ultimately, ironically, and perhaps pointlessly as this was a fictional story of a fictional story, after all, but Piper and Jason were officially back together, and they both felt the greatest they had in these odd four years.

“What do you want to do now?” Jason asked her in his suite.

“Honestly? I want to talk to the other Percy’s. I’m curious as to where they all come from.”

“Do you think there’s other us’s out there? Like, a version of me that became Shin’en or something? Or a you that became Asteria?”

“Well, based on this whole multiverse theory thing going on, I don’t think there’s any valid counterargument to the contrary. So, yes, there’s a me and a you out there in the multiverse somewhere that walked the same path as the other Percy’s, and became someone completely different.”

Jason adopted a concerned and slightly embarrassed expression.

“What?” Piper asked.

“Well, based on that idea, where there are alternate universes where we’re all…I guess…better that what we currently are, I suppose then, by that same token, there are universes where we’re worse. Like, we have severe autism, or Down Syndrome, or some other mental handicap that makes it to where we can’t function properly, and there we are, teenagers that have to have the same constant supervision that a toddler does.”

Piper winced, already thinking up a mental image of an alternate her, laying on the couch, watching some children’s program, blank-eyed and slightly drooling on herself, her father having to roll her over enough to pull out the back of her diaper to check inside for a mess because she wasn’t mentally developed enough to use the toilet yet. The thought made Piper shudder, both at the thought itself, and the things she’d seen people use diapers for during her crusade.

Putting it shortly, the human was simultaneously God’s greatest creation, and His worst.

“I guess that puts life into perspective,” Jason said. “We don’t have the best life, but we definitely don’t have the worst, either. At least we can go use the bathroom all by ourselves.”

Piper nodded. “That is certainly true.”

And then she couldn’t help but think all the way back to her first date with Shel at the Pizza Hut in Tahlequah, when Shel was talking about her ex-girlfriends, specifically her third (whose name Piper couldn’t remember anymore without projecting her consciousness back in time), the one with the traumatic past that resulted in her having a diaper fetish, and one day she’d gotten so sick she’d soiled herself, and Shel took it upon herself to change her girlfriend’s diaper because she didn’t know where the girl’s aunt was, and was faced with the choice of either changing her girlfriend or letting her stew in her mess for however long it took for her aunt to get home, and Shel chose to get her hands dirty.

An act of devotion born from love for the girl, all ultimately for nothing because the girl ended up cheating on Shel.

The point here was that there were so many little things everyone took for granted on a daily basis that they didn’t even realize they were taking them for granted, and wouldn’t realize until said things were taken away. Such as using the toilet without assistance. Something so small and simple, turned into an embarrassing nightmare if you had to have someone helping you because you somehow ended up not being able to do it yourself.

“Let’s get going,” Piper said. “Today’s our last day, and it’s not getting any longer.”

“That it is not,” Jason agreed.

They left his suite and traversed the hotel to the floor of “The Team.”

The hallway was quiet, but not in a creepy or foreboding way. A comfortable silence, like a hotel in the good part of town after hours. They had only been here once, and that was yesterday when they were being tested. They had seen the other doors and their numbered placards, but nothing to indicate which of the Team was in which room.

Also, funnily enough, Percy and Annabeth were there, about to knock on the door closest to the elevator on the left side of the hallway.

Percy and Annabeth took one look at Jason and Piper, and they both knew. Nothing needed to be said between them.

“I guess you two were curious about the others…er…too?” Piper asked, then blushed at her choice of words.

“Well, yeah,” Percy said. “If they were all a bunch of alternate Pipers, wouldn’t you want to talk to them all and learn who they are and what their lives are like?”

“Dude, they’re not other me’s and I want to know more about them. Especially Virgil.”

“What’s special about Virgil?” Annabeth asked.

“He’s a Christian, too.”

Oh. Right. Too. Piper told them during the big Iris Message four years ago that after what happened in Tahlequah, she had converted to Christianity.

Percy and Annabeth suddenly looked slightly uncomfortable with the notion, especially Percy, meeting himself if he were a Christian.

“We were talking earlier about things, and I want to pick up where we left off,” Piper continued.

“I might be able to help with whatever you were talking about,” Jason offered. “Er, there’s actually a lot of Christians here, and after talking to so many of them, I also converted. I even got baptized here.”

Piper’s eyes widened, and it felt like a tidal wave of pure joy surged through her. She was actually so overcome with joy that she barely contained a squeal as she threw her arms around him and kissed his cheek. “That’s awesome! I’m so happy for you!”

Jason blushed. “Thanks!”

Percy and Annabeth both shifted in place, discomfort obvious on their faces.

“I guess you guys have doubts?” Piper surmised.

“That’s putting it mildly,” Annabeth muttered before changing the subject. “Anyway, we were here to find out about these other versions of my boyfriend.”

She knocked on the door.

Jason and Piper stood next to them, and all four were vaguely aware of the significance of the moment. After all, Percabeth and Jasper were the power couples of the Riordanverse, or were following the events of the Burning Maze, but now they were back together again.

The door opened to reveal the youngest and smallest member of the Team, the long-haired boy known as Gunslinger. He was shirtless, wearing only pajamas pants, showing off his toned and muscular upper body, and his multicolored hair was down. Between the fading androgyny of youth and his long hair, he looked quite girlish, actually.

He also had one of his guns in hand.

His green eyes, so much like Percy’s, slid between the four legendary demigods. He was sizing them up, and the four of them had been around enough demigods to know that the gears of his mind were working towards how to kill the four of them if he needed to. He might have also been thinking about calling for Shin’en.

“If you’re looking for Shin’en, I don’t know where he is.”

Annabeth put on her best big sister smile. “Well, we weren’t necessarily looking for Shin’en. All four of us were actually hoping to talk to all of you, the, ah, other Percy’s. Learn more about you.”

Gunslinger blinked, and then a forlorn expression came upon his face, like the kind a doctor might have when having to tell parents that their child didn’t make it. “That’s…not a good idea. None of us come from good places, and it’s really better for you to not know about where we came from. Just focus on the war and not dying.”

Percy got a little bit frustrated. “Dude, seriously? You’re supposed to be me from another dimension or something, and you don’t want to talk to me.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t want to talk to you. I said it’s not a good idea for you to learn about our pasts. You’ll be happier not knowing.”

“Okay. Now I’m really curious. What happened-”

“I was eight years old when Gabe came home drunk and wanted to have sex with my mom. She refused, he got violent, she grabbed a knife, he overpowered her, raped her, made me watch, and when he was done, he grabbed the knife and cut her throat open, and Mom’s blood sprayed all over my face and got inside my mouth. Gabe then wanted me, I ran up the stairs to his room, grabbed his gun, loaded it, and shot him in the face. Then I went on the run and was eventually rescued by Mom’s half-sister, my aunt Balalaika, who is a veteran of the Soviet Afghan War, Spetsnaz paratrooper, and after the war, she and her unit ended up joining the Russian mafia. She’s also a daughter of Athena. Happy?”

Well…Percy, Annabeth, and Jason had been beyond horrified to listen and learn about Gunslinger’s version of Gabe and Sally, and Piper, being more exposed to the horrors of the world and therefore more jaded and cynical, had been thinking to herself, Join the club, kid. They’ve got jackets, but the ending snippet about Balalaika quickly overrode the former emotions and replaced them with more curiosity.

“Spetsnaz?” Percy blinked.

“Daughter of Athena?” Annabeth balked.

“Your aunt is a mafia boss?” Piper asked.

“Yes, yes, and yes,” Gunslinger answered. “I just told you I watched my mom get raped and murdered when I was eight, and you’re hung up on how my aunt is a Russian mafia boss?”

With that friendly reminder of the conversation snippet from not even twenty seconds ago, Percy did, in fact, feel incredibly yucky. “You mean…Smelly Gabe really…”

“Yeah. Right in front of me. Her blood ended up going down my throat, and I was psychologically mute for a few years.”

“Oh, dude…I’m so sorry.”

“Thanks.”

Piper surprised everyone when she got down on a knee and hugged the gun-toting young man. Gunslinger blushed and awkwardly patted her on the back. “Erm, thanks.”

“If you ever need to talk-”

“I know. But it’s okay now. I’m okay now. Lots of time to heal, cope, and move on, you know?”

Piper stood back up. “Yeah. I know.”

Jason tried to change the subject away from horrific childhood trauma. “So, um, obviously you’re the Percy of your dimension. How do all of us fit in?”

Gunslinger looked at Annabeth. “You’re a lot older than me, and are more like my big sister.” Annabeth gaped while Gunslinger moved on to Jason. “The CIA kidnapped you before you made it to New Rome, and trained you to basically be a black-ops Captain America.” Gunslinger looked at Piper and adopted an awkward expression. “You…uh…well…”

“That bad, huh?”

“Really bad. You’re an underage whore who uses her charmspeak to seduce movie stars, directors, and producers into having sex with you and revealing inside information, then you black mail them with the fact they had sex with you, a minor, for more information and also money, and then you sell that information to people.”

Percy, Annabeth, and Jason were all horrified, while Piper took this in stride.

“That is pretty bad, yeah,” she said with a nod.

Deviating the conversation away from the awkwardness that Piper was an underage hooker in Gunslinger’s world, Annabeth asked him, “So, what do you do in your world?”

“I kill people for money,” the boy blinked, as if that should have been obvious. “Aunt Balalaika taught me how to fight and shoot, and I moved in with Lagoon Company. Dutch, Benny, Revy, and then Rock joined us a few years later, then you.”

“I joined a mercenary group?”

“You were also the one to steal the Master Bolt.”

All four of them actually had a reaction to that one.

“I did what?” Annabeth almost shouted. “What about Luke? What happened to him? Where was he at?”

“You know how I said you’re older in my world?”

Annabeth nodded.

“Well, Luke is younger. And he had cerebral palsy and couldn’t move very well. You and Thalia were both older than him, so you were basically his big sisters. When you got to Camp Half-Blood, Luke was crushed under a cyclopes’ foot, and Thalia was still turned into a tree.”

“Luke was…oh, gods…” Annabeth fell against Percy, suddenly very dizzy.

Percy wasn’t too far behind her. “Er, can we come in and sit down? And get the whole story from start to finish?”

“Uh, no. I’m busy, and we’re probably barely going to see each other ever again after today’s over. Go talk to Shin’en if you’re just that desperate to read my whole story.”

With that, Gunslinger shut his door.

“Rude brat,” Annabeth huffed.

“To be fair,” Jason said, “he said he had to watch his Sally get raped right in front of him, and then he was adopted by the Russian mob and became an actual child soldier in a mercenary band. I wouldn’t expect much from him in the way of courtesy and manners.”

“Still,” Annabeth grumbled.

“Do you think all of them are going to be like that?” Percy asked. He looked a little haunted, but who could blame him. He’d just been told that in another life, Smelly Gabe, the bald-headed jerk, had actually raped and murdered his mother.

“We’ve all met Shin’en,” Piper said. “So, no.”

“I meant more along the lines of having some horrible backstory way worse than any of ours.”

“Oh.”

“And the answer is ‘yes.’”

The four demigods jumped and settled into fighting stances at the new voice.

It was the Leviathan of all Percy’s. He had somehow managed to sneak up on all of them, something that irked Piper more than anyone else because she thought she’d honed her senses enough to where she couldn’t be snuck up on.

And it was Leviathan. He didn’t strike any of them as the stealthy type, yet here he was. He was devoid of armor, wearing a pair of black lounge pants, and so his physique was on display. He looked like he lived on protein, with a huge, barrel chest, big neck and shoulders, proportionately sized biceps, triceps, and forearms, and a solid wall of flat muscle over his abdomen underneath a pair of rolling pectorals. His pants weren’t form-fitting, but one could easily tell his legs were just as powerful as the rest of his body.

He was tall, handsome, his mis-matched eyes showing green and silver, and his hair colored like Albatross wings, white bases with black tips. He exuded alpha male energy, and his eyes gleamed when looking at Percy that Percy didn’t like. It made him feel threatened, and judged, like Leviathan was looking at him and thinking, This is how I am in this world? How pathetic. This guy looks like he can barely lift 300 pounds, while I can lift buildings.

Truth be told, though, Percy would be lying if he said all these other hims didn’t make him feel like he wasn’t measuring up to his true potential or something like that. It was an unfair view, of course, as all these other Percy’s had special powers. Well, except for Gunslinger, but even Gunslinger had that name for a reason, and Percy had never fired a gun in his life. Not to say that being a marksman was a greater accomplishment than the things Percy had done, but still. It was that human part of him—or maybe that godly part, too, or maybe exclusively that godly part—that was feeling envious.

Dude, look how powerful they all are. You need to be that powerful, too.

Uh, have you seen how freaky and weird they are? I don’t think so.

That’s basically how Percy’s thought process went.

Leviathan continued, grinning at them, “It will do none of you any good to know more about us, and how all of you fit into our lives. Stay focused on the war at hand. Survive.”

“Hey, I have a right to know-” Percy started.

“No, you fucking do not,” Leviathan laughed. “We don’t owe you anything, Percy. We aren’t family in any way, or kin, or friends, or even acquaintances. We’re strangers to you, and we don’t care to share our history with you. Besides, our histories are horrifying. Don’t want you to get secondhand trauma and spent the rest of your life hugging yourself while rocking back and forth in a padded room.”

“There’s no way it’s that bad-”

“You haven’t met Tobi,” Leviathan said flatly. “You don’t want to meet Tobi. Stay very far away from-”

One of the doors slammed open, and none other than Tobi poked his head out. “Whomst hath summoned the forbidden one?”

“Ah, shit.”

Tobi’s eyes lit up. “It’s the bitches!”

He came zooming down the hall, wearing only a pair of white boxer briefs that were almost completely bloodstained, and the reason why was evident: Tobi had flayed the skin down to the muscle off the sides of his ribcage, fully exposing not just the bones, but the inflating and deflating lungs protected therein.

“I just want all of you to know, I am a huge fucking fan of all the mental and emotional torment you guys have gone through. Of course, I’m more of a fucking fan of physical torture, like using a cheese grater on a girl’s tits to shave them off down the bone, and-”

“Jesus, Tobi, shut up and go back to your room,” Leviathan interrupted. “Or I’m going to tell Shin’en you’re being a bad boy.”

For reasons that would take way too long to explain, Tobi was genuinely horrified by this threat. “Noooo…”

“Yes.”

“Noooooo!”

“Yes.”

“Nooooo!”

“Tobi!”

Tobi bolted back to his room and slammed the door so hard the hallway shuddered.

Leviathan shook his head. “Freak.”

As for the four heroes, Annabeth had jumped into Percy’s arms, and Jason and Piper had almost tripped over each other trying to stand protectively in front of the other.

“What is that boy’s problems?” Annabeth demanded.

“Everything,” Leviathan answered flatly. “Everything is wrong with Tobi. About the only thing that goes right with him is that he can shit in the toilet instead of his pants.”

“You sound afraid of him,” Piper boldly noted.

Leviathan tilted his chin up slightly. “There are very few beings that I have encountered in my life that pose a legitimate threat to me. Tobi is one of those beings. He is very hard to fight, and impossible to kill.”

“How is he impossible to kill?”

“Where he’s from, he’s the son of the god that is also the father of the god of death. Tobi is the brother of the death god. As such, his brother can’t claim his soul. Even if you destroy Tobi’s body down to the atoms, he will quite literally just spawn back in within a day or two.”

“Oh,” Piper blinked.

“And the scars?” Jason asked.

Leviathan shook his head. “It is beyond for the better that you don’t know.”

Annabeth looked thoughtful after Percy set her down. “Huh…”

“‘Huh’ what?” Leviathan asked.

“Well…it’s just…you admitted that Tobi was a threat to you, and I guess…well…I guessed you were that macho savage type that was unbeatable and unafraid of anyone or anything, and you only ‘let’ Shin’en be in charge of things because you didn’t want to bother, like, wasting your time on leadership or something like that. Shoot, I even thought that one of these days the enemy would be on the ropes and they’d, like, offer you power or something if you went head-to-head with Shin’en and-”

Leviathan cut her off with a booming shout of a laugh. “HA! Hahaha! Offer me power? Little child, there is nothing anyone here could offer me that I do not already possess. As for going ‘head-to-head’ with Shin’en, I think not. In a true fight to the death with that great man, I assert that only a very select list of beings would be able to defeat him. Sparring is one thing, but fighting to kill is something else. I have no interest in trying to usurp him, and if you ever suggest such heresy again in my presence, you will have made an enemy of me.”

And to punctuate just how serious he was, his mismatched eyes became not mismatched, turning a burning gold with slit, vertical pupils.

With that, he spun on his wheel and walked down the hallway, vanishing into his room.

After so many seconds of silence, Annabeth spoke. “So…do we want to keep going?”

“Yes,” Percy said. “That’s three of them, kind of, technically four that we’ve really met if you include Shin’en, stretch it to six if you count Wheels and Virgil. I still want to meet the others.”

Percy approached the next closest door that wasn’t Leviathan’s or Tobi’s, raised his hand to knock politely, only for the door to swing open and everyone screamed.

It was Asteria’s child from Khione, the solid white Xenomorph, now an adult warrior. It was the traditional shape of the alien from the movies, with the elongated head, eyeless face, dorsal tubes, long, bony tail that ended with a sharp blade, the digitigrade legs, and claws hands, but also several differences. As stated, this creature was snow white instead of pitch black. Its body was also smooth, lacking all the rigids, grooves, and tubes on the movie Xenomorph, giving this creature more of a human-like appearance instead of a biomechanical one, since its body looked to be covered in skin instead of chitin. Though the pronounced ribcage, cheek-less jaws, and trembling lips were still there.

Of course, Piper was in full Tlanuwa armor, Jason and Percy both had swords drawn, and Annabeth had a dagger. The Xenomorph had opened the door, everyone went straight into battle mode due to reflexes, and they were all about to attack from sheer instinct alone.

A wall-shaking screech came booming out from the depths of what was clearly Asteria’s room. The Xenomorph hadn’t actually moved an inch after opening the door, and it didn’t move when Mom basically shouted at the other kids to behave, the other kids being the demigods, who all had to hold their heads at just how loud Asteria was from wherever she was back there.

Speaking of, with the excitement dying down, the four heroes were able to get a look at what was behind the doorman. Having seen the Alien movies, for the most part, at least, they all recognized the resin-like material coating the walls, floors, and ceiling of the entryway, shaped into a pattern like the inside of a beast’s ribcage. It was a hive, an actual, legitimate, Xenomorph hive, like straight out of Aliens on LV-426.

Now, the four of them pretty much figured Asteria had some ties to the Xenomorphs given her appearance, the Facehugger, the Chestburster, but this confirmed it. Somehow, someway, Asteria was part Xenomorph.

Their curiosity was certainly beyond peaked.

“Be careful with this one,” Piper warned. “She has telepathic powers, and she does not respect privacy.”

‘But don’t let that stop you,’ Asteria’s amused voice sounded in all of their heads, making them all flinch. ‘Follow my son and come hither. I am eager to speak to all of you as well.’

“Oh, that is so weird,” Annabeth massaged her temples.

The Albino Xenomorph turned and started heading down the hive corridor, his white body a sharp contrast to the dark décor. With a tight expression, Piper followed, hand on her tomahawk, and behind her was Jason, then Percy, and Annabeth bringing up the rear.

The door gently shut behind them with an ominous squeak.

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This needs to stop. Going a full month between chapters, and it’s all still nothing but talking. I’m sorry, it’s not on purpose, this chapter was supposed to be way longer and actually end with Shin’en giving a small speech and the einherjar charge into battle, but since it has been so long, I put this together and here you go!

I hope this ties everyone over.

In other news, my studies for the FE exam are complete. I have passed the test and am now an official Engineer in Training, or EIT, and in four years, after working under a licensed Professional Engineer and having passed my PE exam, I, too, will be a Professional Engineer. Now that I don’t have to spend so much of my evenings deep in study, perhaps now I will have more motivation and time on my hands to write.

Speaking of, though, I’m honestly thinking about putting this story up on the shelf for a while. What to work on next, I’m not sure. Restart Dragon Princess, or something else?

What’s been running through my head for a while now is making a Jason prequel story in the same style as Piper’s Untold Story. Putting my own spin on Jason’s backstory from babyhood with Thalia and Beryl, all the way up to being kidnapped by Juno and sent to the Wilderness School. Fully fleshing him out in accordance with my vision based on canon data, and fully fleshing out the operations of Camp Jupiter and New Rome. Though if I did do something like this, I would first reread the entirety of Heroes of Olympus to refresh my memory on all the little details and important snippets about Jason and NRU, so as to avoid those pesky continuity errors that seem to be plaguing Rick’s work these days.

Thoughts?

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Dragon Princess or Jason’s Untold Story, or JUS?

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