Jason

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No. Just no. Whenever people asked him if he wanted to be preator Jason really had no better answer. Sure he felt somewhat entitled because his dad did happen to be Jupiter, but he didn't feel like superimposing on anyone. Also being preator meant that you had to put up with complaints and crap from everyone, Jason couldn't really take that kind of attention. Especially if it was from a god. Jason wasn't that fond of Terminus in the first place but when he ends up bellowing "No one respects me anymore" and "Let her in through the back! Ha! Who do I look like Janus?" Jason wasn't sure he had the patience to not smack him upside the head, even if he was an all powerful being. How much harm could a statue with no arms cause? When Telemachus had finished correcting the god of his mistakes Terminus must have felt so embarrassed in front of the entire legion he dispersed from this statue form and most likely took to his favorite one by the entrance to the senate house. Telemachus Turned to the crowd that has gathered and yelled "Don't you all have barracks to build or something? Disperse men!" Everyone slowly returned to their assigned work for the day. Which incidentally did include a barrack repair that needed to be completed by war games tonight. Jason had turned to leave when he heard a call over his shoulder "Grace!" He turned to see Telemachus beckoning him  to follow. "She must be questioned at the principa. You must bare witness." Jason took the order (at least he thought it was an order. It could have been a question or a request but this guy just wasn't the best with pleases) and followed as he made his way back into the heart of new Rome.



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