The Afterlife of Jason Grace

Jason wakes up from death

While Jason's back was turned, Caligula wheeled about. He threw his spear, driving its point between Jason's shoulder blades. Piper screamed. Jason stiffened, his blue eyes wide in shock. He slumped forward, wrapping his arms around Tempest's neck. His lips moved, as if he was whispering something to his steed. Jason toppled from his steed. He hit the deck facedown, the spear still in his back, his gladius clattering from his hand.

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At that moment, a certain young woman by the name of Sam was flying overhead. She could tell the exact moment he died, and luckily he still had a weapon in his hand. Even though she didn't usually pick up Romans or Greeks, she made an exception, knowing that he was extremely brave and deserved better after dying so young.

Jason woke up confused in a strange room, surrounded by people he didn't know. A blonde boy with long hair that looked strangely like Annabeth, a person with green hair that looked like they could be a boy or a girl, and the strange flying girl wearing a green hijab were all fussing over him.

The blonde boy looked Jason in the eyes and said something he would never forget. "Hello, I'm Magnus Chase, and you're dead. Welcome to Hotel Valhalla."

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Jason was extremely confused in more ways than one. "Wait, what?! Dead? Chase? Annabeth never said anything about a brother"

"Calm down," said the boy who was apparently called Magnus. "We can explain everything."

Then the green-haired person spoke. "Chill out, kid. You're dead, and so are we all. What's your name and how do you know Annabeth?"

"Alex, you're not helping!" Scolded Magnus. "Let's all just give him some space and let him adjust."

"No, it's ok. My name is Jason Grace," he said. "Former praetor of the Twelfth Legion. Son of Jupiter. Child of Rome. I belong to both camps. I'm the consul to demigods, I slew the Trojan sea monster, I toppled the black throne of Kronos, and destroyed Titan Krios with my own hand."

"Yeah, yeah," complained Alex, "we don't need a list of your heroic deeds, you wouldn't be here if you weren't a hero"

"ALEX!" Magnus criticized, "You can't just say that! I'm so sorry about her, Jason, she's just mad because I killed her this morning instead of her killing me."

"Wait, what?" Jason asked. "Killed?! I thought I was the only dead one here," he said, sitting up and reaching for his gladius. "Where's my sword? What did you do with it?" He asked, jumping out of bed and taking a defensive stance.

"Hey, calm down," Magnus soothed, "I'll explain everything, I just need you to sit back down. I swear on my troth none of us will hurt you."

"I have no idea what the Hades, a 'troth' is, but I won't trust you unless you swear on the Styx," Jason retorted angrily.

"I'm not sure what the Styx is, but I swear on it that none of us will hurt you," Magnus replied, giving Alex a pointed glare.

Jason sat on the bed, as far away as possible from the strange people surrounding him. "Okay, start talking, Magnus."

A/N: I hope you guys liked it, this is my first ever fanfic. One of my biggest pet peeves is bad grammar and bland storytelling, so I tried my very best to make it interesting. If people like this, I might continue, but this is all I have for now. Feel free to leave constructive criticism in the comments! <3