Chapter Text
Jason was dead. He was sure about that. There was zero chance that that spear didn't kill him. He could feel the stinging, burning pain in his chest before it was replaced by a feeling of numbness, the pain flowing away into the ground before that too disappeared, leaving him in an inky black darkness.
His body felt like it was floating, he had no mass, his weight that of a feather. Everything was fuzzy and he couldn't think. Any thoughts he attempted to have, fell out of his brain and into the vast void of nothingness. His brain was blank and, weirdly, he didn't mind it. He felt at peace for the first time in a while.
His body relaxed, sinking into the inky void of space. Death was much more peaceful then he would've thought.
He was enjoying the silence before he was thrust into a dull, lifeless beach, the only noise in his ears was the crashing of waves against the gray-yellow sand. He couldn't hear his own heart for the first time, ever. The beach was desolate, and the only thing he saw was a group of people standing, their faces solemn and glazed with a shadow.
The water next to him splashed angrily, the waves harsh yet never touching the main body of sand. He could've sworn he knew someone who liked water, or at least was related to it somehow but he couldn't remember their name.
That, for some reason, created a ball of sadness in his heart. For a second, he wondered why he felt like that but, the thought was gone before he could even blink.
With no memories, Jason was getting some serious déjà vu. Why exactly, he couldn't remember.
He started fiddling with something on his wrist, it seemed to make him feel better, happy even. But why?
Looking towards his dull, lifeless wrist, he noticed two metal chains. One was a dull pink and didn't seem of that much importance to him. A small, metal charm in the shape of a dove, hung from the metallic chain.
The second chain caught his attention the most, its colour a dull orange. His body seemed to relax as he took in the colour. The bracelet seemed to be charmed, as it was incredibly warm, unlike the rest of his cold body. It gave his heart a certain feeling that he craved more of. Attached to the bracelet was a charm shaped like fire, once again his heart brimmed with yearning.
The charm spun around and Jason's heart felt like it was racing, even if it couldn't. His eyes locked in on the engagement on the back of the metal. It was just a few words but Jason felt something open up in his heart.
L, Bad Boy Supreme
Jason closed his eyes, ignoring the water and the sand and the shuffling of feet and voices around him. All that he needed to focus on were those words. He repeated them like a mantra, over and over again. And even with all his effort, he could only muster up one word.
Leo
That name was important to him. He could feel it. Thinking even harder, trying to detach himself from anything else, his brain gave him a few more hints. He saw forges, a bunker and the smell of motor oil and burnt metal. Who was this Leo? And why did Jason miss that smell so much?
Suddenly, he became very aware that he was being stared at and his head shot up. How long had he been standing there?
The figure was dressed in a black, tattered robe, with a greasy beard covering most of his face. His eyes however, were full of death and despair. He was the complete opposite of Leo, Jason was sure of that. Leo was full of warmth and smiles. This man was full of coldness and frowns. He appeared to be some sort of skeleton but he was shrouded in a dark aura, making it hard for Jason to describe exactly what it was..
A black pouch was held in the man's hand, a small boat next to him.
“Pay.” the figure spoke in a gravelly voice. Jason was about to ask him if he wanted some water but he held back. This guy didn't seem like the kindest of souls, did he even have a soul?
“Sorry?” Jason replied. He felt like he should know what he was meant to do. He racked his head for anything of use but it came up empty, the only thought worth knowing was Leo, whoever that guy was. He shuffled his feet, digging his baby blue converse into the dull, dry sand.There were two initials embroidered onto them and Jason actually knew what they meant!
J.G
Jason Grace. His name. Though he felt like something was missing, like it was only one half of a whole.
“Pay. It's in your pocket.”
In his what? Jason's hand delved into his pocket and, as if by magic, there was eight shiny gold coins in his pocket. Subconsciously, he passed them to the figure who, attached to his cloak, had a shiny nametag. Charon.
He could've sworn he knew someone by a similar name but he didn't dwell on it. He had a raging headache and all he wanted to do was sleep. Maybe this Charon dude could help him.
“You will do quite nicely.”
Creepy much? Jason thought before he was pulled onto the boat. Where he was going, he didn’t know. He just hoped that he would get his memory back. Again, he felt a big wave of déjà vu but he tried to shake it off.
He tried to remember how he had gotten here in the first place. However, all he could remember, as usual, was Leo.
Why did he miss him so much? Why did he crave his touch like it was the only thing in the world?
He wished he was able to remember him, so he could find out why he needed this guy. He didn’t even need all of his memories back, just Leo.
Leo was warm, everything about him was warm. But, everything around Jason was cold to the touch. The air? Freezing. The person (skeleton?) next to him? Cold and creepy attitude. His own skin? Ice cold except for the bracelet wrapped around his wrist. He missed his warmth. He missed Leo.
The boat abruptly came to a stop, making Jason lean and fall forward, almost falling flat on his face. He quickly regained his balance. Had they made it across the river already? It felt as though it had only been minutes. Looking up, he saw a long line of people outside of what looked like a ball room?
“Good luck, Jason Grace.” Charon spoke, shoving Jason off of the boat before disappearing into the shadows. Great. Now what?
He looked towards the large room, and the now shorter line of people. That seemed like a place to start. Maybe he'd get some answers.
Wiping his face for no reason, he walked towards the room, hoping he'd finally get his memories back.
The first thing he noticed was the darkness, it was almost too dark to see. A red chandelier hung from the ceiling, giving little light to the area. It was practically useless.
Squinting forward, a large platform held three thrones, names above them. Aeacus’ throne was laden with keys, the man (being? Jason really didn’t want to get this wrong) sat atop, staring down like he was judging the person in front of him. There was still a few people between the thrones and Jason.
His eyes travelled across to the other throne, made out of solid gold. That seemed expensive. The being, Minos, looked down, his eyes once again, scrutinizing the man in front of him. He seemed angry and Jason didn't want to mess with him.
Again, his eyes went to the final throne, golden fruits and vibrant roses crawled up the sides. The orange flowers in particular, Jason seemed very fond of. The being, Rhadamanthus, seemed slightly kinder luckily. Hopefully he'd understand his situation, maybe even take pity on him if Jason was really lucky.
Somehow he had made it first in the queue. What he was lined up for, he had no clue. He was going to turn around but found a long line of people behind him. Okay, great.
He took a deep breath, allowing the beings to judge him.
“Oh I've been waiting for this one.”
“Junos champion.”
“Elysium for this one then? He was a heroic one.”
“Something thats rare in these times. I believe so. Minos?”
“Send him off and, give the hero his memories back, he looks miserable.”
He didn't have any time to speak before he heard a loud crack, his eyes shutting. He fell backwards, like something had pushed him over. However, instead of falling onto the cold concrete, his back hit something soft and green. Grass. He looked to the side, seeing an orange flower before blacking out.