You and Jason were helping Lester (Apollo in mortal form) and Meg on their quest to stop Caligula. You were all currently on Caligula's wrecked yacht, fighting. Jason was surrounded by a swirling tornado of venti, and you hid behind a pile of rubble, ready to help, but not wanting to interfere and mess anyone up. Your bronze knife glistened in your grasp.

Caligula snarled at Jason. "So you're one of those Camp Jupiter brats, eh?"

Jason's eyes burned with fury and truth. "I am Jason Grace, Son of Jupiter. Child of Rome. But I belong to both camps, the Twelfth Legion, and Camp Half-Blood!"

Caligula grinned menacingly. "So I can hold you responsible for the treason committed by Camp Jupiter! And believe what you hear, Son of Jupiter. No one who crosses me comes out alive."

And then they fought. Jason with his gladius, and Caligula with his golden spear. Jason dodged and weaved his strikes, but Caligula was too good. Arrows sprouted from Jason's limbs, but he kept his sword up against Caligula. Jason was doing well, but then he stumbled when the boat rocked. He seemed to realize something.

Jason turned to you, Meg, and Lester, sorrowful eyes locking with yours. "GO! Remember!"

Relishing the moment, Caligula took a chance. While Jason was looking at you, he drove his spear in between Jason's shoulder blades, and a guttural scream ripped from your throat, filled with anguish. Jason slumped forward as a triumphant smile lit up Caligula's face