I got a second chance to fly

Chapter One: Death? Yeah, it sucks.

(Jason's POV)

Jason awoke to find himself in a white room. It was all white, nothing else. He looked down at the spear in his chest. He howled in pain. How did he get here? The last thing he remembered was whispering to Tempest before Piper, Meg, and Apollo escaped. Blood dripped from Jason's shirt onto the ground, which absorbed the red.

"Hello, son of Jupiter." Said a feminine voice. Jason looked up. In front of him stood what seemed to be a woman in her twenties. She wore a white, flowing, toga, and had long brown hair that reached her waist, and she wore a circlet of leaves. Strangely enough though, her mouth did not move when she spoke. Jason grunted from his pain as blood continued to drip from his wound. With the wave of a hand, the woman healed his wound. She was a goddess.

"Hello Jason. I am Angeronia. I am the Roman goddess who relieves men and women of sorrow and pain. I have chosen you." She said, speaking in his mind.

"Chosen me? For what?" Jason asked, dazed and confused.

"There is a great threat that only you can fight. Which is why I have brought you back from the dead." Angeronia said.

"Won't Lord Pluto be a bit upset about that?" Jason asked her, as he watched the spear and arrows disappear from his chest.

"For a time, yes. But eventually he will come to see that this is for the greater good. Now you must be off, son of Jupiter. Get your prophecy. Find your allies. Your second chance at life starts now." Angeronia whispered in his mind, before disappearing. Suddenly, a black hole opened up behind Jason, and he was sucked into the void, no idea where it was taking him.

=================================================

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed this short little first chapter! 

Disclaimer: No, I do not own any Riordan stuff, but I can in my imagination :)