"I- I saw my father." Jason sat up onto the edge of the bed, visibly upset. He never had felt this confused or terrified ever since his father decided to train him. God only knows what the beatings and physical torture his father called "training" had done to his subconscious. Jason inhaled deeply, smelling the all-too familiar scents of his underground home- the damp stone, the faint smell of dirt and underground creatures. He rose, leaving Eris in their bed. Jason stood up on his tiptoes, seeming almost to fall over, but instead caught himself on the carpeted floor, and began doing push-ups. It was time to get ready, and he had very little time to train her.