The Beginning of the End (J. Grace)

I: Jason forgets how to breath

Jason's PoV:

If Jason had known there would be a hot girl coming to camp that day, he would have made more of an effort when he woke up.

It had been a week since the three had come back from their quest to free Hera from the Wolf House and slowly, very painfully slowly, his memories had started to come back. It wasn't much, but it was a start.

He had a clear vision of a girl with raven black hair pulled back into a whip-braid and obsidian black eyes grinning at him with an imperial gold sword pointed at his throat on some barren fields. He was lying on his back with his Ivlivs (you know, the weapon he broke) sat only a meter or two away from him, but he couldn't reach it.

"Well, that was easy." She obtained a cocky look in her eyes as she lifted her sword and offered him her hand. It was smooth and soft but unmistakably strong.

"I'll beat you next time, Reyna." He promised, talking her hand as she hauled him up to his feet. "Just you wait."

He had told Annabeth every memory he had the moment he received them and then, the pair would consol Chiron for answers he could not give. It was the same old thing and -so far- he'd only been building on that one memory although he was certain that there was another one tugging at the back of his mind, fighting desperately to be remembered. It had something to do with his golden coin... he was young and with a man who looked like-

Jason inwardly groaned. It had gone.

Lying there in the cold, empty Zeus cabin on his sleeping bag in the same place Thalia had set up her bed before him, he could only feel the penetrating gaze of his father staring down at him with disdain. There wasn't any solitude in this hell-forbidding cabin.

Oh, yeah, he could also feel the freezing marble floor, walls, and pillars; it was cold enough to make Khione happy. Gods, he hated that goddess. He added her to his mental list of gods he hates, so far there is: Zeus, Hera, Gia, Zethes and Khione. Calais was alright, he guessed.

Finally pulling himself up, he threw on some old faded denim jeans and a camp T-shirt before going outside to escape the statue of his father that seemed to be saying: Ha! I won't let you remember anything until you've suffered a reasonable amount.

Thanks a lot, dad. He thought.

Jason decided to go up to Thalia's tree before breakfast. He felt connected to his sister there and loved that feeling of comfort, as if he were a small child again.

He smiled as the thought of a picture she had given him entered his mind: it was a photo their mother -Beryl- had taken of the siblings in the garden. Jason was being held up by his sister and was high up in the air and it seemed that he was laughing with glee and Thalia was beaming up at him as she held him above her head.

"Hi."

He spun around to face Annabeth, daughter of Athena, who had somehow managed to climb up the hill without being heard.

She was now stood beside him and calmly looking out at the sunrise with her back to the rest of camp and the golden fleece glittering as the golden rays of Apollo caressed it to her right, complimenting her hair.

"We'll find him." He promised, guessing that her missing boyfriend was on her mind, he usually was.

When she wasn't stressing over him, she was stressing over her best friend who had gone off into the world to try and locate some of the gods with the assumption that the entrance to Olympus had moved. Annabeth hadn't been able to Iris-message her and the fear that her best friend had died was visible in her eyes.

"I know." She responded, taking even, deep breaths as if she was trying to not cry. "But, what if he's not at your camp? What if she's died? What if she found him, but he killed her, not remembering who she was?! What if- "