So here's my new story. Hope you guys like it!

Disclaimer:If I was a Texan, I would be Southern. I'm not Southern.

Jason was that upstart from the Fifth cohort.

Octavian hated Jason the most out of everyone in Camp Jupiter and New Rome.

Why?

The answer was simple. It was because everything he wasn't, Jason was. Octavian heard what they said about him. Scrawny, they said, crazy, weak. And Jason was the fighter, the strong one, that hero who turned things around.

Octavian hated Jason Grace most of all for being praetor had been Octavian's lifelong goal.

Then again, why take the scrawny auger when you could have the heroic Saving Grace. Octavian saw that Krios was going to be at Mount Tam. For a while, the Senate had thanked him and the praetors respected him.

The respect was gone as soon as Jason single-handedly slayed the Titan of the East.

Octavian had never hated anyone more than when Jason Grace was raised up on a shield. Reyna alone, he might have been able to deal with. However, Jason and Reyna would never accept him.

Everyone loved those two and no one ever glanced at him.

Then things started to turn around for him. The day that Jason Grace disappeared was probably his best day in the legion. Because now. there was that praetor seat open. Voting was on the Feast of Fortuna, and the odds were ever in his favor. The only thing that could have made it better, was Reyna's approval. She had been holding on to that empty seat, waiting for Jason.

She would crack soon enough...

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