A/N: I was scrolling through my computer documents and I unearthed a short story I had to write for my Language Arts in 8th grade. The assignment was to write on the trials of Jason in his point of view and...I went a little above and beyond. I'm acutally quite proud of this. Now that I've read all the PJO and HOO books (PS Rick Riordan get my OTP out of Tartarus) I can relate this Jason to the Jason that's dating Piper.
Enjoy my eighth grade self and my ongoing obsession with mythology.
I saw him kill my father. My uncle, Pelias. That man wanted the throne, and he got it. I will never forget that day I saw my father’s blood stain the floors of our palace. My mother quickly whisked me away to safety before he could get me too, for I was the rightful heir, and in Pelias’ mind, competition. I was an infant at that point, but still unable to forget that day, cursed with a haunting memory.
My mother took me to a place not known to all, the home of the battle master Chiron. I grew up never knowing of my past but of that day, though that memory was the one that I never shared with Chiron. He trained me in the arts of war and battle strategy, and I grew strong. Up until the age of 20 I did not know my fate. It was always train, train, train. I thought that was just how life was.
Chiron told me one day. He said, “Sit down boy. Well, you’re quite a man now, but I will always remember you as that infant that your mother left for me to raise.” My eyes widened. I was astonished. “You were always a fighter, never giving up… Even as I took you out of your basket you had a strong, very strong, clench on my fingers.” I said nothing, trying to make my face impassive. Imaging being told that your mom gave you away. I caved. “Why did my own mother give me away?” I questioned. He spoke calmly, gently, “Here is what you must know. Your father was the great King of Iolkos. You were the heir to his throne. Your uncle, Pelias, was jealous of his power and the power you would receive by your bloodline. He took matters into his own hands. He killed your father. Your mother suspected that you were next, and she brought you to me, a raiser of heroes, in hopes that you would someday rise and challenge your uncle for your rightful position on the throne of Iolkos.” He paused. “This is your mission, Jason. You must travel to Iolkos and prove your bloodline.”
“I will.” This was all I said.
Days later, when I was prepared, packed, and ready for the journey, I left. Chiron wished me a farewell, “Be strong.” I promised him I would.
The travel took the time of one month, I could tell as I watched the moon, as it changed from a crescent to a small sliver in the sky.
One morning I voyaged to a river. I was about to cross, when I heard a faint voice. “Please, sir.” I whirled around, to see a wizened old woman perched on the riverbank. “How may I be of assistance?” I asked. “Please sir, may I have transport across the river?” She pleaded. “I fear all I can do is carry you across.” I apologize. I must be on my way. “That will do,” she replied, “That will do.”
I lifted the hag onto my back, where I proceeded to cross the river. The woman looked slight and feeble, but as soon as I began walking, her weight seemed immense! How this was so, I was never sure until after my voyage was through. The elderly woman was actually Hera in disguise. By giving her my assistance, I had earned myself a godly ally.
I gently placed her on the opposite shore. “Thank you”, she said, and smiled a toothless smile.
I stepped off to continue my journey, when I realized I only had one sandal one. I had lost one in the river. Oh well. I looked up. There was the palace.
