After the announcement about war games tomorrow, dinner was officially over. Many people stayed longer, but being anti-social, I made a quick exit. Jason noticed an decided to rush out after me.
"Are you ok with the war games?" He asked, you made a really fast exit.
"Yeah, they sound pretty fun, but I have a question, why do the 1st and 2nd cohort go against the others? Surely the teams are divided unfairly?" I asked. I had been thinking about this, and I guessed that it was something to do with their funding, but surely the other cohorts couldn't be that much worse at fighting.
"Well," Jason said, "unfortunately, the 3rd and 4th cohort aren't as skilled at fighting as the 1st and 2nd, because they have mismatched weapons. There was an accident a fair few years back that cost the legion most of its weapons, so now, people have to use the wrong type of weapons. A lot of the weapons we have left are for horse back, but we don't really ride horses that much. The wealth of 1st and 2nd allow them to have the good weapons, while everyone else is left with bad ones." Jason explained.
"That makes sense." But then I considered he hadn't said much about the 5th cohort, so I asked "What about the 5th?".
"Oh, yeah, they don't have good weapons either. We are mainly considered to be a waste of space and only there as the first people to throw at the enemy. Almost like a sacrifice." He said bitterly.
I noticed that he slipped into saying 'we' when he referred to the 5th cohort, and I assumed it was because he used to be in it.
I wanted to confirm my suspicions, so I asked "Why is the 5th your favourite if they are just sacrificial warriors?".
He seemed slightly angered by this so I decided to lay off calling them a sacrifice, but he did confirm my thoughts saying that he used to be a part of their cohort.
It was starting to get a little dark now, and Jason noted this.
"We should get back to my room." He said "I feel like it would be a bad idea to be out after dark."
I didn't really understand why, but I felt it would not be a good idea to disagree with the son of Jupiter while he was still angry, so I walked with him.
Then it occured to me. Jason Grace, son of Jupiter was enrolled into the legion and put in the 5th cohort. I couldn't quite understand why such a respected figure would go there, and I decided I needed to ask.
"Jason, why did you go into the 5th?"
He looked momentarily stunned by my question as we had been walking in silence, and then replied, "When I arrived here, I was very young. I think I was 3 or 4 years old. Anyway, I hated being told what to do, so when people said that I should join the 1st cohort and to avoid the 5th at all costs, I instantly joined the 5th."
"Oh," that was not what I was expecting. "Why did you come here so young? How did you know you were a demigod?" I wondered this, because I only found out about myself when Percy came to my school, and even that age to find out was considered young. You only normally found out at age 12 or 13.
"I don't remember much about my childhood before I was sent to Lupa, the wolf goddess to be trained." Jason said.
Yes! This would be my time to probe about Thalia now that he brought up childhood. I let Jason continue for now.
"Sometimes I get glimpses of memories. I often see a girl, she is older than me in my memories, but probably only about 6 or 7. She has electric blue eyes and raven black hair. She also has a sprinkle of freckles."
I was shocked. He had just perfectly described Thalia as if the last time I had seen her, but younger. This may not go as well as I had thought, if he knows who she is.
"Do you know who she is?" I asked. I needed an answer to this question. If I had to unite these two camps, he might be able to help me, or he could make my life a living hell.
"No, I guess she must be my sister though, because I have recollections of her being like a mother to me. But I don't think she is a child of Jupiter. If she was I imagine she would be here. She is probably just a child from my mum with a mortal man, before she met Jupiter." Jason theorised.
I tried to gauge whether he was lying or not, but he seemed to be telling the truth. This was good for me. I now knew that he truly was related to Thalia, but he didn't know who she was at all, and I didn't have to deal with the problem he could have been.
By this time, we were back in Jason's room, and he told me that I should try to rest well as the war games tomorrow would tire me out.
I decided to listen to him, and promptly went to sleep now the lights were off.
I had answers to all the questions I had for Jason, but I still didn't know the whole story. I needed to know how Thalia and Jason had been separated.
A brilliant plan occured to me. Over the last few months I had been practicing controling my dreams. I was able to communicate with others through them now, and I wondered if I would be able to subconsciously steer Thalia's mind into thinking about Jason. Whether she consciously remembered him or not, I would be able to access her memories of him if this worked.
I slipped off to sleep, and quickly searched for Thalia's mind. I hoped she was also asleep. Luckily she was.
As I arrived in her mind, I was about to try and influence her dreams, when u realised she was already dreaming of what I wanted. There, as clear as if it was yesterday, was a little boy with blonde hair and sky blue eyes, who had a little scar on this upper lip.
Jason.
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Also sorry for the update being late in more ways than one.Updated at 23:21. Comment what time your reading!
I have now finished my exams, and I will try to update more regularly, 2 to 3 times a week.
Hope you enjoy the last week's of school, or your holiday if you have already started.
~Sheeps
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