Life Before the Argo 2 [DISCONTINUED]

Journey to Camp Jupiter: Week 1

Less than 5 hours after Jason left the Wolf House, he was attacked by a hellhound. The creature was three times as large as him, and as it bounded towards him, Jason stood petrified. That was understandable. He was only 3, and he was already facing monsters most wouldn't fight. But he was a demigod. This was his life.

He brought out the coin Lupa had given him and flipped it. When it landed, he found himself holding a gladius. It had the perfect balance, and it felt like an extension of his arm. He felt like it was a part of him.

As the hellhound leapt at him, he thrust his new sword into the hellhound, and the creature exploded into a shower of dust.

As he watched the dust float away in the breeze, he collapsed in a heap on the ground. The encounter with the hellhound was both mentally and physically exhausting. After what could have been hours or minutes, he got to his feet.

He realised that he still had his sword out. On a hunch, he tossed it into the air, and it turned into a coin in midair. When it landed, he pocketed it.

He sheltered under a grove of trees in the park that night, after managing to get some food from a sympathetic old lady who, thankfully, didn't ask too many questions about where he was from and why he was all alone.

The next day, he saw a faint trail of fog leading away from the direction he had come in. Deciding that it was the way to camp, he picked himself up and followed it.

Over the course of the first week, he was attacked by Cyclopes, telkhines, and the occasional angry chipmunk. Jason understood why mythical creatures would want to attack him, but as to the little animals, he had no clue.

Hi! I'm so happy 'cause this chapter is so long.

So for the disclaimer, I don't own any of the characters. They are all the property of Rick Riordan. Blah blah blah. :-)