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Major Lost Hero Spoilers Below. DANGER.

REYNA

She sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the wall. Her steely grey eyes were locked firmly on who knows what? Maybe that miniscule splinter that was threatening to break off from the wood. Or maybe just that stain of water that hadn't dried yet.

Reyna's eyes flared again at remembering the water incident this morning. It was unusually bright, sunny, and warm for a winter morning, though it was still quite chilly. Nonetheless, it was that type of oh-is-it-Christmas-day? morning that every kid likes and wants to play in. The type that fills you with hope. Of course though, nothing was ever hopeful at Camp Half-Blood.

The morning mood did have a little effect on Reyna's cabin as they first woke up, one of the cabin mates pulling apart the curtains and opening the shutters, letting in a gust of fresh, mid-January. Then it happened. Another stupid, irresponsible, and absolutely not funny "joke" from one of the Mercury kids.

Reyna balled up her fists, remembering that very line that rang out from the Mercury demigod camper. "Hey, look, it's her. Maybe camp wouldn't be so cursed if she wasn't around." Reyna remembered having her balled fists right on the square of his jaw. Reyna was smart; but she didn't know which camper that Mercury kid had been talking to. Too much unneeded things went on at Camp Half-Blood.

Maybe if all the negative aspects went away, then Camp Half-Blood would be nicer, but no one disrespected any of the other campers-though they were taught every day to show bloodlust against each other. And no one disrespected Camp Half-Blood itself. To the Romans, there was no such thing as nice.

Her cabin hadn't laid a finger on the Mercury camper, but Reyna had seen the same anger in their eyes, as much as what had probably been in hers as well.

And then there was the Mercury camper himself who got angry, and flung his water bottle at the wall, shouting a curse at the entire cabin as the water exploded against the force. Now Reyna's cabin had been cursed with slow running, jogging, etc. for three days. It wouldn't seem much on a normal day, but Camp Half-Blood always fixed that. And it wasn't even a normal day; as normal as days at Camp Half-Blood get. The water incident had been in the morning.

But it was at noon, when the sun was the brightest that the darkest thing happened.

PERCY

Percy reckoned he probably had been on very, very dangerous things in his life before today. Or else he would've fainted right there, right then on a flaming chariot pulled by nothing, plummeting straight down towards the Earth. Also, if he had been on more dangerous things in his past, then whoever it was that strapped him into this situation probably thought it was okay. It wasn't. Especially when he couldn't remember anything about him; not even him own name.

Just his luck; he happened to be falling to his death in a place where there was a wilderness camp or something. A place where he could go SPLAT! like a grease stain in front of crowd. Fortunately though, that didn't happen.

When he had impact with the earth, the chariot smashed into a million pieces, its last flame dying with it, and Percy felt that his entire body should've been smashed as well, but he was perfectly well in one piece.

Strange.

Percy hadn't been killed or turned into a grease stain, but as soon as the next thing happened, he wished he had.

Chaos erupted around him. Where there was only a little number people, it suddenly multiplied, growing until he thought that everyone there here was crowded around him. And not to help him up either.

Some were dressed in full battle armour, some were hastily trying to quickly pull some pieces on, and some were unguarded. But if there was one thing they had in common, it was that they all looked murderous and they all had weapons of every sort pointed at him.

Percy gulped but surprisingly didn't feel as afraid as he thought he was.

The crowd parted an aisle, like a god was coming through. Wait god? Gods didn't exist. He shook his head a little to clear the confusion and looked up at the person who had walked through the aisle. Unfortunately, Percy was still a dizzy from the fall, and he started seeing two of her. He hoped he wouldn't pass out. Then again, when you're about to get killed, passing out would be a nice thing. Then he heard the strangest noise; it was like a conch horn, except much less the volume of the regular one. How did he know that? A nagging feeling was creeping up from the back of his head, and he just felt like he had heard it numerous times before. Then, the crowd parted again. Except this time, unlike merely making an aisle, the people completely split, evenly and in fashion, like they had been training it all their lives. A wolf came into view.

Wait, wolf? Percy rubbed his eyes, hoping to clear his hallucination, but the wolf just stayed there. Okay, so now it was a wolf's job to kill him. It neared Percy really close, but instead of biting him like he thought it would do, it walked around him a full circle, all the time sniffing him.

"A demigod he is." Percy almost blacked out.

A talking wolf? And what's a demigod? He was instantly hit by a wave of nausea, like it was punishing him for forgetting something so important.

"Demigod?" His voice croaked like a frog, and some people snickered. Who were these people anyways?

"His scent is strong." The wolf said again. The girl from the aisle furrowed her brows.

"Is it stronger than most, Mistress Lupa?" Okay, so the wolf was female and named Lupa. Second, his scent was important. Third, his scent was abnormally strong, thought he didn't know if that was an insult or compliment.

Lupa didn't reply to the girl, but instead issued a command.

"His initiation shall begin tonight. Until then, place him in a room on the third story in the Fort Stronghold." What initiation? What was Fort Stronghold? Why couldn't anyone tell me what was going on? Percy wanted to scream, but he couldn't. He was barely able to talk, for that matter. The girl prodded the, thank gods, blunt end of her spear shaft on to his stomach.

"First and last name, boy." Okay, his first and last name…

"I don't know." Percy's voice sounded like sandpaper, but at least he felt a little stronger than before. In fact, somehow he didn't feel in much pain. The girl dug her spear shaft a bit harder into his stomach, but he felt nothing.

"Impossible." He shook his head.

"I woke up on a flaming chariot three thousand feet in the sky, hurdling to my death only to now be wanted to kill by you. Cut me some slack. I really don't know anything about me anymore. Like amnesia or something." The girl stared intensely into his eyes, like she could detect lying, and, for reason, he was pretty sure she could. After a long time, she responded.

"I sense no monsters. The boy's probably not lying. Even though he is a stranger, we shall get him some medics. Hope to cure that troublesome amnesia." She made a simple flick on the wrist in the air, and everyone suddenly rushed away and went back to their normal activities like nothing had happened. Then she turned her gaze back on Percy.

"Do not expect me to help you up boy." He grunted and got up, making it look like he was still pained from the fall. He wasn't planning to trust anyone. Not yet. Surprisingly, he found the girl still beside him. Now, not disoriented, he could make out her features.

She had a sharp facial structure, intellectual looking stormy grey eyes, and was dressed in Roman armour. How he knew that he had no idea. She almost reminded him or someone, but then he noticed her hair. Born from a raven's wing, thick, sleek and straight. Something told him that there was something wrong.

"Since you're new here though, I suppose I will have to take you on the official orientation tour." She fixed me with her gaze. "It is mandatory." She turned away and started walking toward a big cabin, and Percy followed, hearing her mutter something like "after all, Lupa doesn't do". After he caught up with her, they lapsed into an uncomfortable silence until the two reached the cabin. Before the girl could utter a syllable, Percy interrupted.

"Hey, I have a good reason for not telling my name, but you haven't even told me yours." She looked at him.

"Reyna."

GWENDOLYN

"WHHHHHAAAAAAAHOOOOOOOOOOO!" I screamed, my hollers piercing the vicious winds attacking my face and clothes. No way I was gonna let some stupid pets of Aeolus ruin my fun.

"Gwen, get down and put your armour on! We're near Camp Half-Blood! What if Reyna sees you? I for one know she's a good archer!" I heard my friend shout above the roaring currents. Reluctantly, I got down from my dangerous position. I pouted.

"Aw, Hazel, you always ruin the fun." Hazel rolled her eyes and pretended to be annoyed at me. Why pretend? Because I knew that we were best friends. Of course though, if Camp Half-Blood saw me hollering and having fun, the consequences would be serious. As Hazel went to man the reins on the chariot, the guy who had been handling them came over.

"Too bad Bobby's missing this." He smirked. "He's such a girl." I did Hazel's signature eye roll at him.

"He's your friend. Plus, you're the one with the girl name, Dakota." I emphasized his full name, which no one ever used unless you were near a hospital. He smacked me upside down the head.

"Just call me Dak, you little rascal." I scoffed and leaned over the side of the chariot.

"I spot our destination! Twelve o clock!" I shouted to Hazel, who took my directions and tugged at the reins. I closed my eyes, wanting to take in a last breath of adrenaline filled air before we landed, but that didn't work as soon as something jerked the entire chariot. We hit the ground, toppling over. I heard Hazel shouting a bunch of apologies as I was flung onto Dak, who groaned.

"Yo, Gwen, you been eating rocks or something?" I heard him mutter. I shushed him.

"Reyna and Lupa are coming." He nodded and adjusted his armour.

"Bobby too?" He murmured, making sure that our conversation stayed clear of the people approaching us. I smiled and nodded but quickly wiped the grin off my face. I forced the three things that I had been obeying for the past six years into my brain, pulling on a neutral expression and stepping out of the chariot.

Respect. Honour. Power.

I was pretty sure I had a good poker face on until I saw the stranger next to Reyna. I almost pulled out my weapon, but I thought better. If Reyna wasn't attacking him, then there was probably no reason to get worked up. Maybe just another Roman demigod.

"Who's him?" I nodded towards the boy.

"Who is he." Reyna corrected my grammar. Blah blah.

"He has amnesia, but he's surely a demigod." Reyna followed my question. I heard Dak and Hazel get out behind me.

"You're not Bobby." I heard Dak mutter.

"No duh. Bobby's blond, remember?" Hazel retorted.

"Enough." Reyna's loud tone silenced our little conversation. She turned straight towards me. I was glad to say that after years, that look finally got unintimidating.

"Gwen, take him to third floor Fort Stronghold. He'll be staying there for now. He hasn't been claimed yet."

"But don't we usually put campers like that in-"

"Gwendolyn." Reyna sounded like a mother, playing the full name card on me. I sighed carefully, grabbed the boy's wrist, which caused him to flinch, and pulled him along.

When we reached Fort Stronghold, our headquarters for visitors, meetings and quest assignments, I took him past the medical room on the first floor. We reached the second floor, which held our meeting room. Not here either. Reyna said the third floor; the floor where every visitor slept.

I chose one of the more plain rooms that resembled more of a cabin room, and led him inside. He sat down wearily.

"You honestly don't remember your name?" I asked casually. No need to confuse the boy now with awkward Roman vocabulary. He seemed surprised.

"You seem much more laid back than that other Reyna girl." I sighed.

"Reyna's just having a rough week. We had…a little incident, and then a big incident. A really big incident that involved a camper." I explained. The boy suddenly brought his fingers up to his temple. I rushed over.

"Ugh…" He moaned. "Percy…" He murmured.

"Who's Percy?" I wondered out loud. "My name." He replied, now recovered from his little shock. "It's like I get a little dizzy and some memories return to me." I wondered if this kept happening often that we could get some really useful information.

"Percy Jackson. That's my full name." He said determinedly. I nodded.

"It's good that you're starting to recover from your amnesia, if only a little bit. Just don't press yourself too hard." I pointed towards the back of the room where there was a large door, where I knew lead to a closet with a full supply of battle and casual attire, male and female.

"Anyways, you can get a clean change of clothes and some armour from that closet there. Just don't miss take a female type cloth for a male type cloth. Be ready for initiation tonight. Be at the campfire by six sharp." Percy looked at me like my voice had a tinge of worry which I bet it did. The word initiation was never a fun word, especially for people at the high school age. Of course though, I had never gone to high school, elementary school, or any type of education centre.

"What's initiation?" He said self-defensively. I didn't respond for a long time.

"Where you prove if you're worthy or not." I started to leave immediately, but was stopped by his words.

"What's your name again?"

"Gwen." I cracked a smile, trying to make Percy feel a little more at ease, which Reyna would kill me for if she saw. Showing favouritism or affection of any sort was one of the rules in the rule book at Camp Half-Blood. I liked to call it the Big Fat Thick Purple Burp-Book because one of the rules was "no unauthorized rude burps". Bobby had found that out the hard way his first year.

"You have a last name, or do you have amnesia too?" Percy took a shot at a joke. My smile instantly fell.

"Just Gwen." I stormed out the door.

I'm sorry if its confusing. I have all the characters and their history planned out, so it might get more confsuing after this.

I tried to write in the third person style that Rick Riordan uses, but i kept flipping out of iit while writting it, so i decided to go back to first person, as seen with Gwen's POV.

Rick Riordan only mentioned these names at the end of The Lost Hero, so we don't know anything about them, but I tried to give them all deep backgrounds.

The next chapter will probably be about the Greek demigods at their Camp Half-Blood.

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