The blue hues showered among the sky, making it cloudy per usual, sailing to Olympia, Jason was still wounded from what happen with the ghosts and such but overall fine. He had his Gladius beside him, his blue eyes

The son of Jupiter looked at the deck, on Argo II, finally after they got Percy and Annabeth back from Tartarus,

But he was worried for Nico. That kid had been through hell and back, he sighed, looking at the sky, Nico had been through alot. He was just 14.

Jason sighed, his blonde hair military cut, the scar under his lip. It was a stressful sight for him, they still had Gaea to defeat and loads more.

He heard footsteps behind him, it was you.