He finally realized the meaning of family that day. But never before did he feel so... incomplete. The other people there looked at him with affection, but also with a strange fear in their eyes. It was not since his days on the road that he felt such discomfort. It was almost as if it was his father who scared others. 

His father. Jupiter. King of the Roman pantheon. He thought that it was pretty cool, but others seemed to think of it as a big deal. Some of the kids even looked at him as if they were wondering in how long he would be lying in a coffin.

He stared at his new room. He couldn't believe that he finally had someone to rely on. He looked at his new home. It was worth dying for.

Looking at the sun kissed hills, he smiled. Not a bad time for a fresh start.

"Hey, I've got-"

POP. Jason felt a shock travel through him and the person attempting to surprise him.

 He looked up and saw a young woman sitting shocked by the doorway. Her dress was smoking, though Jason was ninety five percent sure that it wasn't because of him. She was blonde and had piercing green eyes, though for Jason, they showed nothing but love. 

"I wanted to thank you for saving me that day. I'm Jane, by the way, "she said,"You have great strength Jason... you're very powerful. But being powerful is dangerous. You have nothing to fear Jason. We are here to protect you."

"I still have much to learn about myself right?"

"It's important. It could mean the difference between life and death."

"So who am I?"

"Well, it's hard to explain. But there are magicians up there who can control our lives. Your father is one of them"

"Don't worry, I already know about the Gods."

Jane was thunder struck. This kid was smart. Perhaps even smarter than he had to be. She had a lot of work to do. Her future depended on him.

"Yes, your father is Jupiter, the king of all the gods, and you, Jason, are the one who will bring his family peace ."

It was Jason's turn to freeze with awe. But suddenly, he tensed.

On the other side, a dark shape flashed. Jason heard an arrow being drawn. The first arrow thudded into the door frame only an inch from his face. He cowered in terror as the shooter landed gracefully on the floor.

He was wearing a hoodie, making it hard to look at his distinguishing features, though he could make out that this man, clearly about twenty, did not like him.

"So this is the one I have been waiting for," he said.