Chapter 1 - The Prisoner

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Jason's POV

Jason awoke in his room, stumbling out of bed and getting dressed.

Though it had been four months since the Battle at Titan's Isle, Jason was still not quite used to the sensation of standing on land, in his fathers castle no less.

He was surprised at how little he remembered of the castles hallways, though the secret passageways Thalia left behind were still burned into his mind, and were as useful as always.

Thalia... no. Now was not the time to worry about them, about her.

Jason jumped slightly as there was a knock at his door. Simply thinking about his old crew made him feel like he was doing something criminal.

"Come in!" He called.

"Ah, Jason, you're awake." Hera walked in. "Wonderful."

"Good morning Hera. Is it already time?" Jason asked, grabbing a small vial of water and quickly putting it in his pocket.

"Indeed it is, my boy." Hera answered, leading him down the hallways.

The pair made their way to the dungeon, a trip they made every morning, and one Jason made every night as well, though no one needed to know that.

As they arrived at the gate deep beneath ground level, the familiar eyes of the main guard winked at Jason as she opened the door.

Jason continued to follow behind Hera, not daring to look in to the other cells, as the pair were treated to a flurry of colourful words from the prisoners.

They finally stopped in front of a large steel door.

Jason fumbled with the key in his pocket for a moment, before opening the door.

He allowed Hera to step in to the small room, which mimicked something Leo had once explained to him that was called an air lock.

The second door swung open the moment the first was closed, and Jason was struck by air so dry it made him feel like his skin might crack.

He hated this room, not just because standing in it was so unbearable, but because of why he had to enter it every morning.

Before them, Percy Jackson was shackled to the ground, his skin flaky, evidently suffering from the intense, dry air in the cell.

"Well, mighty Prince of Atlantis? Will you speak today? Or will the silent treatment continue?" Jason snarked.

Percy glared at him, before spitting towards Hera.

"Save your spit, Sea Scum. You'll need as much liquid as you can take in here." Hera growled, contorting her face in disgust.

"If you find that disgusting, you Majesty, you might want to leave. I doubt you'll enjoy what's about to happen." Jason said.

Hera raised her brows, but smiled.

"I see you have grown as tired of his silence as I have. Very well, I shall leave you to it."

Finally. Jason thought, cracking his knuckles for effect as the door shut behind him.

As he turned back to face Percy, he was met with that all too familiar crooked smile.

"She really buys it, doesn't she?" He asked Jason.

Jason chuckled. "Oh yeah. Completely. Everyone does. I may have sold it slightly by spitting on Thalia's grave."

"How long until she gets here?" Percy asked.

"Tonight. Everything's going well so far. Katie's on guard duty out front, I've gotten the others moved to the right cell, and well..." Jason said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the vial of water. "I think this'll be perfect for you, won't it?"

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