Dear Annabeth,
Why can I only remember your name? Why is it that I can't remember where I came from, who my parents are, how I gre up? I can only assume your memories of me are intact, it's just that mine aren't. I've landed at Camp Jupiter, a Roman camp for... demigods. Their motto is Aut vincere aut mori. Conquer or Die. Doesn't that sound cheery?
They said I was a demigod. A son of Neptune. Not very popular around here, actually. I controlled water. It included carrying a goddess called Juno on my back, disguised as an old lady, and I must admit, it wasn't that great. I felt some anger when she asked for my help, and I've got no idea why. Do you have any understanding why I might be holding a grudge against a immortal goddess? I feel I've gotten myself in such a horrific mess, yet I can't... sort out my thoughts.
It's alright here though. I made some friends. Frank's a tiny bit younger than me, half Canadian, half Chinese. He's got this baby face you simply can't disagree with, and he's a little chubby, to be... Frank. Ha. Did I have such a lame obsession with weak jokes when I was with you? Hazel's a lot younger, about 15, and she has this really greatly shaded chocolate complexion. Frizzy brown hair, lighter Hazel eyes... I need to cut the puns, don't I? They're quite enjoyable though.
Just yesterday, Frank, Hazel and I were on our way to the lounges to eat, but we walked into Octavian playing with his bears. He's a pretty scrawny looking guy, the augor, always carrying around some sacrificial stuffed toys hanging on his little belt. He slashed open my panda the other day, when I first arrived. Wasn't the warmest greeting, but Frank insisted I was the luckier ones. Makes me wonder how badly Octavian treated them when they first came if they think having your only companion gutted and being treated as the annoying new kid was nice.
Anyway, we caught him doing his 'important tasks'. It was great. We crept up to him, and I tapped his shoulder lightly. Poor guy must've jumped twenty feet straight into the air.
"Having fun with the dollies?" I remark cheerfully, nudging at Frank to record this somehow. Octavian flushed this awesome bright red color, leaping up like he was about to do a runner. Hazel bumped him back into Frank and my tight circle. Don't think of it as inhumane, he deserved some type of mock.
"N...no." He stuttered, attempting to straighten up. "I was performing a ancient rite to the gods!" Ancient right to the gods, Neptune's ass.
"What gods?" I asked, really nicely, of course.
"Uhhh... The god of dramatics! Bacchus!" Honestly, Annabeth, it was hilarious, watching him try make up a lie in front of three kids with less power than him put together. He fibs so much better in the Senate hall though, believe me.
"Well then, what does the rite do?" Frank is especially eager to get back at him. Octavian tried kicking him out, persuading most of the centurions he was useless, but after watching his skill with the bow and arrow, I'm seriously doubting the claim of uselessness towards big guy.
"It... honors the god of what he introduced to mortals. It's a serious rite. If you don't leave now I'll get some of the legion to escort you out with force!" His voice turned hilariously squeaky at the last comment, and we couldn't stop from bursting out in peals of laughter. You should've been there Annabeth. We kept questioning him, and he turned so red we thought he might burst.
"Go away! I need to finish the rite, and Bacchus will be most annoyed with you for interfering!" Honestly, does that guy ever give up? "I'm going to call the legion now" he threatened.
"What, can't handle us on your own?" Hazel usually sounds really sweet and angelic, but now she's jeering. Octavian's ears reached climax, and he stormed off. When we turned around, there was a group of demigods within earshot smirking at the scene. They approached us and congratulated our wit. We got closer to them, but them being the first legion and all, we couldn't soil their reputation by having seen with them talking casually, right? After all, we are merely part of the fifth cohort.
Do we have cohorts wherever you are? How were we seperated. I dimly think that we should be seperated by our godly parents, but here, that idea was met with pure shock. It seems so natural though. But I guess it's okay, since none of us have to be our own cohort. I'm the only son of Neptune here, and Hazel's the only daughter of Pluto. Frank is undetermined... So he's with us for now. We're like one, big, happy family, although the people in my cohort are still adapting to the fact a random stranger joined. But I'm thankful they allowed me in, even if saving Hazel contributed largely. Dakota's surely, really nice if you get to know him... right? Frank says he is, and I'm learning to trust certain people here.
I'm going to throw this out to sea in a bottle. Luckily, the harbor's pretty deserted. The Romans don't seem to like the sea very much. Not good news for me, I guess. Look, anyway, if you get this, just know I'm okay. I'll put the address of the place I'm at in, and maybe you can come get me. I won't be much help, especially since more than three quarters of my memory has been abducted or taken.
I really miss you. Please come to me soon. I need some explanations. Maybe you know something.
With love,
Percy Jackson
P.S Why am I writing this letter anyway? It's not like it's going to reach you. If it does, well, surprise. I'm alive. Hope I didn't cause so much worry. Is my mom alive? If she is, tell her I'm safe, and maybe if I regain memory soon, I'll come back home. If you don't get to me first anyway.
CAMP JUPITER
Beverly Hills
SOMEWHERE...
I realised I'm not great with specifics.
