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XXVI

Several hours passed and Nico hadn't returned.
     Where is he? Jason wondered. It's five in the morning, and he left at one. I hope he's alright.
     As if it were a coincidence, a portal-like hole opened up in the arena next to the forest, where Jason fought Uranus. From the shadow portal, Nico emerged. He looked at Jason solemnly, but Jason looked beyond him, at a nymph. Jason smiled, but Uranus snapped a tree and used it as a sword. Next to Nico, the Eldritch Queen, Zonë smiled at Jason. The witch enchanted an incantation that Jason couldn't decipher. She flew towards Jason, which kind of freaked him out because he was the only one who could fly - or control the winds.
     'Jason,' Zonë said soothingly. 'I have heard about your version of Nut.'
     'Nuts?' Jason knitted his eyebrows.
     'No, Nut, the Egyptian goddess of the sky.'
     'Wait, there are EGYPTIAN gods?'
     'Of course.' She said. 'Ha-wi!'
     Jason was confused. Then he realised that she pointed her emerald staff at Uranus and he went flying into the arena, causing it to collapse.
     'What?' Jason was dumbfounded.
     'Magic.' She told him. 'What? Haven't you heard of magicians? Magic? Egyptian mythology? No? Wow, and I thought Dom was stupid.'
     'He's-' Jason caught himself. 'Anyway, we need you to-'
     'Cast an execration spell on Ouranos.'
     Jason nodded. He glanced at the king to see if he was still knocked out. With Jason's luck, he was rising from the rubble and debris, looking as if he came out of a dumpster. His wrinkled skin was creased and grey. His hair had a giant patch missing and his eyes looked at his enemy with intensity.
     You are so dead, Grace! Uranus spoke in Jason's mind.
     Get out!
     You and that nymph will take a visit to the Underworld!
     Well, yeah, my sword is your one-way ticket to Tartarus! Jason yelled in his mind. With all the times he'd knocked it against a tree, the yelling throbbed in his head. A sharp piercing pain formed in between his eyes. He dropped down to the ground and he grabbed his head, trying to cease the pain.
     This will be your doom! Uranus spoke with such force that Jason's head nearly exploded - literally.
     He yelled in agony, waiting desperately for a camper of Apollo to come to his aid, but, instead, a kid that Jason had never seen before appeared next to him.
     'I am Olivioir, a magician who chose to follow the path of Sekhmet, the goddess of healing.' He spoke with a French accent.
     'I don't care who you are, just HEAL me!'
'D'accord, Monsieur. I sense that you have a pain between your eyes, non?'
Jason nodded, though that hurt his head. He felt his eyes bludging. His face was turning red and veins were visible in his forehead.
Jason lifted his head to look for Zonë, but she was busy battling Uranus.
'Don't worry.' Olivioir said with his French accent. 'I am a trained healer of the gods, I can cure anything! Well, apart from food poisoning. He shuddered as if that brought back bad memories.
Despite Jason's curiosity - like who is Sekhmet? and What was Olivioir doing here? - he neglected to ask the Frenchman to shut up and heal him already.
Olivioir pulled out a figurine, which Jason thought was modelled out of wax, and started to remodel it. Once he was done, he pushed it against Jason's forehead and spoke a divine word which Jason was too sore to comprehend and decipher.
Once Olivioir pulled his hand away, Jason's eyes stopped bludging and his veins returned to their rightful place in his forehead.
'Thanks.' Jason showed gratitude by shaking Olivioir's hand, which he took as a surprise. Once he did it, Jason realised that the Frenchman probably doesn't even know what a handshake is. Instead, Jason just said thanks and nodded.
'No problem!' Olivioir spoke with his heavy accent. 'Go, Zonë can't hold off Nu- I mean Ouranos for long.'
     'Your right, I'd better help fight Uranus.'
     'Wait, is it Ouranos or Uranus?' Olivioir asked.
     'Both. Bye!' Jason ran off to hep Zonë. He reaching into his pocket wondering how his coin got their, and flipped it, turning it into his sword, Ivilvs.
'Au revoir.' Olivioir mumbled gloomily.
Jason pondered is options, weighting up his chances of surviving. Almost nil.
Jason whispered to himself, 'I stupid, so I going to fight.'
He raised his sword and surprise-attacked Uranus. He felt his sword go deep.
'Grace!' The god bellowed. 'You weakling. You can't even wield your sword properly!'
'Yes I can!' As if to show him, Jason pulled his sword free like those old 'sword in the stone' conspiracies. Again, he raised his sword and bonked Uranus on the head with the butt of his sword. He pushed him back using the wind and he slashed again at Uranus, leaving a permanent wound. The wound was easily as big as a Jason's arm, and from it inchor oozed out, dripping onto the grass and paving below.
From out of the rubble from the arena, Nico squeezed out. Because he is small, he could fit through the gaps the stone had made. He was covered with debris and stone power. His hair looked like he just stepped out of a murder of crows.
He coughed.
Jason was too busy trying to prove Uranus wrong that he didn't see the son of Hades. He slashed at Uranus's gut, using the wind to surge him forward, but Uranus thwarted him as usual. He grabbed Jason with one hand and Jason's sword with the other.
'You are going to die tonight!' He bellowed.

Jason's blood was rushing to his head, making it difficult to think.
He was hanging upside-down on his own cabin. He was tied to a pillar in front of Zeus's cabin with magical chains which Jason thought were made from the air. His bonds felt like they were tightening every second. Blood dropped from his wounds as it flowed to his head.
     He wasn't sure if he was hallucinating because of the blood in his head, but he heard a similar voice behind him.
     'Well, well, we'll.' The voice taunted. 'Who do we have here?'
     'Orion.' It came out as half a statement, half a question.
     'Yes, it is I.' He jerked his head back and released a wicked laugh. 'Jason Grace, son of Zeus, you are going to die soon and there's nothing you can do about it.'
     Jason's head worked overtime, which really hurt. 'Your going to die!'
     'No I'm not, Grace.'
     Without making his head explode, he thought of manipulating the chains because they were made from the wind. He imagined the chains getting looser until he could slip through and manage to catch himself by flying.
     And the chains did just that.
     He slipped through the chains and controlled the wind to stop his fall. He looked for his coin, but it wasn't in his pocket. He'd just make-do. He grabbed a sharp stick and used it as a sword.
     He was clearly outmatched because Orion was a skilled archer. His arrows never miss.
     The giant fired an arrow at Jason, and he knew he had to make a heroic last stand. He jumped higher that he'd ever jumped before and using the wind, he changed the trajectory of the arrow so it was rushing towards Orion. It impaled itself right in the giant's heart.
     'Your arrows never miss.' Jason mocked. 'Your right. It didn't miss, it just missed your target.'
     Orion's famous last words: 'You brat!' And he vanished into Tartarus.

After that side-battle, Jason went forth and joined the main battle. But before, he went to look for Clarisse/Mrs. Serpent.
     He looked in the forest. No
     He checked near the cabins. No
     He looked where she first appeared. No.
     He decided to scout from above.
     He spotted her fighting - sword and dagger on fang - with Annabeth and Percy.
     He swooped down for a closer look and saw a familliar face.
     'No!' He shouted. 'Oh, gods.'
    In a heap on the floor next to Percy and Annabeth was Jason's sister, Thalia Grace, shouting in agony.