Anything for Family - jason grace

Chapter 1

          Jason was confused. Many emotions were running through his mind but that was the most obvious one. Jason had just woken up on a bus with no memories of who he was and where he was. He met a girl who claims to be his girlfriend and a boy who says he's Jason's best friend. Then he gets attacked by one of his classmates and gets thrown off the Grand Canyon. We also can't forget the scary blond who thinks that he's the source of all her problems.  He had just discovered he was half god when the chariot( which was being carried by Pegasus!!!!) had to make a crash landing into a lake. Saying Jason was confused would be an understatement.

  Annabeth and Butch helped them get out of the lake and were making sure everyone was okay when a guy with a bow and arrow on his back came pushing through to meet them."Annabeth!" He exclaimed."I said you could borrow the chariot not destroy it." "I'm so sorry Will, I'll get it fixed." 

Before Will could say anything, someone interrupts."Will, your broken chariot isn't the point right now."  The crowd makes a pathway for the mysterious voice. She walks to the front of the crowd and Jason's first thought is that she's pretty. Like really pretty. She looks about Jason's age and has long black hair with some brown highlights. She walks with a certain grace that makes it clear she's important and knows it. The mystery girl shoots Will a glare and then turns to inspect them.

"These are the ones?" She asks Annabeth." Way older than thirteen. Why haven't they been claimed yet?" 

"Claimed?" Leo asks.

Before Annabeth can explain, Will who seems to have recovered from his scolding asks, "Any signs of Percy?"

"No," Annabeth admits.

The campers muttered. Jason had no idea who this guy Percy was, but his disappearance seemed to be a big deal. Another girl stepped forward—tall, Asian, with dark hair in ringlets, plenty of jewelry, and perfect makeup. Somehow she managed to make jeans and an orange T-shirt look glamorous. She glanced at Leo, fixed her eyes on Jason like he might be worthy of her attention, then curled her lip at Piper as if she were a week-old burrito that had just been pulled out of a Dumpster. She was pretty but couldn't compare to the mystery girl.

 "Well," the girl said, "I hope they're worth the trouble."

Leo snorted. "Gee, thanks. What are we, your new pets?"

"No kidding," Jason said feeling defensive. "How about some answers before you start judging us—like, what is this place, why are we here, how long do we have to stay?"

    "Jason," Annabeth said, "I promise we'll answer your questions. And Drew"—she frowned at the glamour girl—"all demigods are worth saving. But I'll admit, the trip didn't accomplish what I hoped."

"Hey," Piper said, "we didn't ask to be brought here."

Drew sniffed. "And nobody wants you, hon. Does your hair always look like a dead badger?"

Piper stepped forward, ready to smack her, but Annabeth said, "Piper, stop."

 Piper listened. She wasn't a bit scared of Drew, but Annabeth didn't seem like somebody she wanted for an enemy.

"We need to make our new arrivals feel welcome," M.G. said, with a pointed look at Drew. "We'll assign them each a guide, give them a tour of camp. Hopefully by the campfire tonight, they'll be claimed."

"Would somebody tell me what claimed means?" Piper asked.

Suddenly there was a collective gasp. The campers backed away. At first, Jason thought Piper had done something wrong. Then he realized their faces were bathed in a strange red light as if someone had lit a torch behind him. He turned and almost forgot how to breathe. Floating over Leo's head was a blazing holographic image —a fiery hammer.

"That," Annabeth said, "is claiming." 

"What'd I do?" Leo backed toward the lake. Then he glanced up and yelped. "Is my hair on fire?" He ducked, but the symbol followed him, bobbing and weaving so it looked like he was trying to write something in flames with his head.

"This can't be good," Butch muttered. "The curse—"

"Butch shut up," M.G. said. "Leo, you've just been claimed—"

"By a god," Jason interrupted. "That's the symbol of Vulcan, isn't it?"

All eyes turned to him making him fell self-conscious.

"Jason," Annabeth said carefully, "how did you know that?"

"I'm not sure."

"Vulcan?" Leo demanded. "I don't even LIKE Star Trek. What are you talking about?"

"Vulcan is the Roman name for Hephaestus," Annabeth said, "the god of blacksmiths and fire."

The fiery hammer faded, but Leo kept swatting the air like he was afraid it was following him. "The god of what? "Who?" M.G. corrects then turns to the guy with the bow. "Will, would you take Leo, and give him a tour? Introduce him to his bunk-mates in Cabin Nine." "Sure, Irene."

"What's Cabin Nine?" Leo asked. "And I'm not a Vulcan!"

"Come on, Mr. Spock, I'll explain everything." Will put a hand on his shoulder and steered him off toward the cabins.

Irene and Annabeth turned their attention back to Jason. Usually, Piper didn't like it when other girls checked out her boyfriend, but Annabeth didn't seem to care that he was a good-looking guy. She studied him more like he was a complicated blueprint. Irene on the other hand looked at him with a mix of emotions that were hard to decipher. Finally, Annabeth said, "Hold out your arm." Piper saw what she was looking at, and her eyes widened.

Jason had taken off his windbreaker after his dip in the lake, leaving his arms bare, and on the inside of his right forearm was a tattoo. How had Piper never noticed it before? She'd looked at Jason's arms a million times. The tattoo couldn't have just appeared, but it was darkly etched, impossible to miss: a dozen straight lines like a bar code, and over that an eagle with the letters SPQR.

"I've never seen marks like this," Annabeth said. "Where did you get them?"

Jason shook his head. "I'm getting really tired of saying this, but I don't know."

"Then know something," Irene said, tracing her hands along the tattoo.

The other campers pushed forward, trying to get a look at Jason's tattoo. The marks seemed to bother them a lot—almost like a declaration of war. "They look burned into your skin," Annabeth noticed.

"They were," Jason said. Then he winced as if his head was aching. "I mean... I think so. I don't remember."

No one said anything. It was clear the campers saw Annabeth and Irene as the leader. They were waiting for their verdict.

"He needs to go straight to Chiron," Annabeth decided. "Drew, would you—"

"Absolutely." Drew laced her arm through Jason's. "This way, sweetie. I'll introduce you to our director. He's ... an interesting guy." She flashed Piper a smug look and started leading Jason toward the big blue house on the hill. "Actually," Irene interjects." Drew doesn't Cabin Ten have sword fighting now. You go lead your cabin and I'll take Jason to Chiron." Her voice makes it clear it's an order and not a suggestion. Drew reluctantly lets go of Jason's arm and after shooting Irene one last dirty look leads a whole bunch of girls deeper into the camp.

The crowd began to disperse once Irene and Jason leave until only Annabeth and Piper were left.

"Who's Chiron?" Piper asked. "Is Jason in some kind of trouble?"

Annabeth hesitated. "Good question, Piper. Come on, I'll give you a tour. We need to talk."

Thank you guys for reading this. I have so many ideas for this story and can't wait to share it with you. Words:1265