Jason Grace And A Titan's Revenge

Chapter Four: Every Journey Has A Beginning

I know that up to this point you might think you know everything about me. Well, that might not be true.

Okay, it might be mostly true. I did tell you about my life story. And my family disaster. And my child trauma. And that I want revenge.

But here is where the story gets much more interesting.

Zeus told me that he wants me off the Olympus for a day, because apparently they are gonna talk about "something big and important" and I am not supposed to hear it.

So, they basically threw me out of my home. Life's good.

Because I have no where to go really, I decided that I would visit one of my family members. Yay, a family reunion, I am so excited. I really hope you understand that is sarcasm.

By now, you probably realized that I am very very sarcastic. Why? Well I live amongst the Gods, how could I not be.

Anyways. I want to visit one of my dear aunts. One, which most mortals and Gods believe is no longer amongst the living. But don't be fooled by the stories the jokers tell you. She is very much alive, rare ones just know that.

But for me to get to here, I must be prepared. I take all my lucky charms with me. My crystals, books, my sliver necklace that has a ruby in the shape of a serpent in the middle, and three of my snakes.

Why three you might ask? Well it is the magical number. There are the big three Gods. Three that take upon the quests. Cerberus has three heads (I love that puppy, he is so cute). There are three witches with one eye (I forgot how they are called, I don't really bother remembering names of those that don't matter to me).

I pick Jonathan, Blake and Draco to go with me. Why them? Well, Draco is quite intimidating (plus, he fits with my black aesthetics), Jonathan is deadly (and a very known snake, so everyone is afraid of him) and Blake because he's cute.

Of course I have to dress appropriately. I can't go to a family reunion in normal clothes. Oh no. I have to be elegant yet deadly. They should fear me while they can't help but stare at me.

I decided to put on a red and black one piece dress. The top is dark red (to match my eyes) that looks like a knitted winter sweater. It just covers my collar bone and my arms, but leaves my shoulders bare. It is perfectly tucked into a black skirt that is quite long. It goes almost to my knees. The front part of the skirt (where it meets with the top) looks like a corset, which is quite cool.

To complete my outfit I put on black boots (with heels of course) that reach just above my knees. That way my legs aren't showing. Just the way I like it.

You might wonder how can I be so confident, yet I hate showing of my legs? Well, my legs are kinda deformed. Not really deformed, that's a poor choice of words. To put it as it is, I have a limp.

I got it when I was a kid. I messed with the wrong God, and they punished me. Do I regret it? No. Do I hate having a limp? Yes. Do I still wear heels and my limp doesn't stop me? Yes. I learned how to walk without showing my limp.

Actually heels help with that. I have this special pocket sewed into the sole of my left shoe (all of them, I don't have that many shoes but I have a lot of time) that allows me to walk normally. It's quite hard to explain it, but it helps me even thought it usually leaves my foot sore.

Okay, I just hate showing of my legs because of the limp and also because my legs look much better covered up.

I leave my hair to fall down my shoulders over my scar and partly cover my shoulders. Hecate always says my hair is like the clear silver that can only be found in the most hidden treasures.

But some say my hair is just simply blonde. I look different from my sister and mother. I look like no one from my family.

My hair is light and full of life, yet my eyes are cursed. When I was a child, a curse was put on me, to stop me from becoming a powerful Titan.

The second, Zeus found out about my cruel nature and a heart full of hatred, he put a curse on me. He didn't want anyone that dangerous in his presence. So he cursed me, so that no one ever came close to me, and therefore I cannot form any alliances.

My eyes are red. For every person I kill, they become more red. Like a river of blood where you can drown by simply just looking at it. They used to be a clear silver colour. And then I killed some beings and voila. You get the drill.

I put all my stuff in a little backpack I throw over my shoulder and start the long journey that lies in front of me.

It might be hard and complicated. But it will be worth it in the end, for my aunt is the only one that can help me. She can help me with my plan.

My plan to get there is simple and probably not very effective. Stay low-key and try not to kill too many mortals. The first part is usually the problem with me. I like to dress to impress.

But the seconds part works. Most of the time. But I always have my dagger with me. Another reason why I don't show my legs. My dagger lies comfortably on my thighs, hidden from the world, yet it gives me a feeling of being safe.

In all my years I spent amongst the Gods I learned one thing. Never trust anyone but yourself. That is the best tactics you can have to secure your survival.

I have seen some mortals put their lives in the hands of others. You know, where they are now? Waiting at the gates of the Underworld.

My journey won't be easy. It might take me a few days but I will get there.  I have myself and my snakes to protect me. And that is all I really need.

Of course I have some spare clothes with me, just in case. You never know who might cross your path. And you never know what kind of situations you might end up in.

All you really know, is that life is now. And you cannot waste it on stupid things like love and trust and hope. I live by a motto.

To live, is to destroy. And to be loved, is to be destroyed.

And I have never been loved in my life. That is how I survived, even without my wings.

I will kill if that means I will survive. And I will kill for my snakes. And they will for me.

And so me, Jonathan, Blake and Draco make out way down the powerful mountain that the Olympus is. And we make our way to the land of the forgotten.