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The Fall of Jason Grace (An Actual Ballad, Written By Me)

Fallen from on high, the Sun sinks into night.

With the daughter of the harvest, golden blades cut through the darkness.

Silent is the voice of Fate, the fallen god the Beast awaits.

The son of storms his life did give,

‘Gainst the madman, ‘gainst the rest,

‘Remember!’, cried the Pontifex.

One last time, blue eyes did close,

Of he honored as great among heroes.

The broken Sun remembered his face,

Swore not to forget, the Fall of Jason Grace.

The one who burned Rome lives again,

The mighty Python waits in his den.

Closed be the lips of the seers,

Awakened are Apollo’s ancient fears.

Demeter’s child passed the test,

Subjected to life’s weary unrest.

The son of storms his life did give,

'Gainst the madman, 'gainst the rest,

'Remember!’, cried the Pontifex.

One last time, blue eyes did close,

Of he honored as great among heroes.

The broken Sun remembered his face,

Swore not to forget, the Fall of Jason Grace.

Apollo’s lover returned from the grave,

Fire’s child, Calypso did save.

New Hercules is rendered blind,

Heroes quest for the lady who binds.

Revealed upon the throne of Memory,

Bodies shall plague the camp by the sea.

The flaming hero rides off once more,

The Sun heads south for vet'rans of war.

The son of storms his life did give,

'Gainst the madman, 'gainst the rest,

'Remember!’, cried the Pontifex.

One last time, blue eyes did close,

Of he honored as great among heroes.

The broken Sun remembered his face,

Swore not to forget, the Fall of Jason Grace.

The white horse rider is alive,

Intent on stopping the fallen god’s jive.

In the desert’s scorching haze,

Love is lost in the Burning Maze.

Through sacrifice for his friends and the land,

The prince of Lightning’s final stand.

The son of storms his life did give,

'Gainst the madman, 'gainst the rest,

'Remember!’, cried the Pontifex.

One last time, blue eyes did close,

Of he honored as great among heroes.

The broken Sun remembered his face,

Swore not to forget, the Fall of Jason Grace.

The daughter of love goes bravely on.

Child of harvest and fallen Sun,

Seek the daughter of war,

To open a soundless door.

Promised to the fallen one,

Apollo remembers and journeys on.

The son of storms his life did give,

'Gainst the madman, 'gainst the rest,

'Remember!’, cried the Pontifex.

One last time, blue eyes did close,

Of he honored as great among heroes.

The broken Sun remembered his face,

Swore not to forget, the Fall of Jason Grace.

Everyone says love hurts, but that is not true. Loneliness hurts. Rejection hurts. Losing someone hurts. Envy hurts. Everyone gets these things confused with love, but in reality love is the only thing in this world that covers up all pain and makes someone feel wonderful again. Love is the only thing in this world that does not hurt.

— Meša Selimović

OMG The city of echoes sounds thrilling! Idk why but I feel like there are many parrallel stories in myths for these two... I love your other fics too but this one already hunted me down😭

introducing you to: all my WIPs

It’s the second time I’m writing this post because tumblr hates me and deleted it for no reason. Ugh. So, since I have to put some order in my brain, I’ll list here all of the wips I’m currently working on. But here comes the funny part: you get to choose one of these, and I’ll start working on it as soon as I can—and you’ll get a dt when I post it here and on ff.net. Also yes, you got it right; this is basically a way to make me start working on them faster. Here we go.

Olympus (chapter 5). If you know me and have read some of my fics, you probably already know what I’m talking about. If you haven’t, “Olympus” is a bookshop AU, in which Reyna is the owner of a cute second-hand-books shop in San Francisco, and Jason is just some guy who happens to be maybe a little too in love with the shop (and its owner).

Sugar paper (chapter 1). You’re probably so sick of me talking about this fic. This is the fake dating AU I’ve been talking about for months, perhaps?, but never wrote. I’ve already started writing the first chapter, but I don’t like it at all, so I think I’ll just delete all I’ve got and start again from the beginning. Anyway, it features Percy, Nico, Jason’s and Reyna’s families and the fabulous Hazel Levesque.

The three times Reyna fell in love with Jason (and the one time she didn’t). If you think this title screams angst, you’re totally right. Slightly—highly, actually—inspired to my shitty love life, this fic is set in the canonic universe, and takes place before HoO. I think the title is pretty self-explanatory, so I won’t give you any details; only that New Rome plays a huge role in this fic. Oh and it’s a one-shot.

Rewrite the stars. Rey is going to hate me because I promised I’d write this ages ago and I still haven’t begun. This is a Star Trek AU in which Jason is the captain of a starship, and Reyna is his cold, stonefaced, calculating first officer with Romulan origins. When he asks her out for dinner, she has to remind him of the Code they had agreed to respect back when they were at the academy. Also a one-shot.

Illicit affairs. Obviously inspired by Taylor Swift, because how can you be a jeyna shipper and not listen to Taylor Swift. In particular, this fic is going to be a three-shots based on her new album “Folklore”’s teenage love triangle. In fact, this is not exactly jeyna. It’s more a study of the Piper/Jason/Reyna love triangle in the books. Mhh I don’t know if I’m ever going to write this anyway, so let me know.

The city of echoes. I’ve been thinking about this idea for the last week and I’m so in love with it. The subtitle is “All the times Jason and Reyna came back to each other”; the main plot takes place after ToA, but I want it to have as many flashbacks as possible. This one is going to be hot and sweet and rude, all at the same time. Both smutty and angsty. It’s mainly based on the myth of Phosphorus and Hesperus—the morning and the evening stars—, always thought to be so apart, and yet being the same thing. Exactly like Jason and Reyna. Three-shots.

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