Author's Notes: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians or Heroes of Olympus. This story is without any character from the original series except for the rare mentions of the characters and the events from the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series. Not all of this story is only me as most of the characters were created by other Percy Jackson fans like me. I hope you enjoy it :) Please if you find the time review, a eye on my mistakes will improve my writing more than silence.

Chapter 1 Who am I?

I guess the scariest part was not being able to remember my own name. Some people would tell you that names are just words to call a person but they're so much more. You know a person by their name. Which means everything you know about them is tied to that name. Forget the name, you forget who it is. If you never heard the name Hercules you wouldn't know that he was an ancient Greek hero. If you can't remember your own name, you wouldn't know who you are. Of course, everything about waking up with amnesia was scary. Especially in my state. I was bleeding all over and I barely had the strength to walk. I kept my eyes open while laying there among the stones and branches. I wanted to sleep, I was feeling so very tired. But something told me not to fall asleep. Of course with a bit of medical knowledge you'd know that going to sleep while in that condition would probably be fatal. I would get into a coma first. And if the bleeding wasn't stopped very soon I would probably die within the next four hours. I was always good at knowing the facts. I only knew about things I was interesting in, and medical knowledge was one of them. Not so that I could perform first aid. Simply so that I could keep myself from dying, and could make sure others would die. Of course I didn't remember why I knew how to keep myself from dying or where I learned these things. I just knew how to do it. Its like chess or monopoly. I remembered how the games were played, every single rule was planted in my head yet I couldn't remember ever playing. Yet I didn't remember all of my skills at that moment. Of course most of them I didn't need at that moment. None of my skills could help at that moment. The only thing that could help was a doctor. But since I was in the middle of the woods, I wasn't really expecting anyone to pop up any time soon. Especially not a doctor. If one did, some higher power must have been helping me out. If I only knew...

I didn't have any identification on me. Meaning I still didn't know my own name, birthplace, even my age was a mystery to me. I could have been 49 for all I knew. For some reason though, even in that state I felt younger than 49. It was scary that I didn't know for sure. I was scared for the first time I looked in the mirror. What would I look like? Everyone knows about what they look like. Not being able to remember my own face was...disturbing. What colour hair did I have? Was it long, short. Was my face round or sharp? What was the colour of my eyes? I wondered about all these things and no matter how much I tried I couldn't remember. I wondered if I was good looking or if I was an ugly guy. It was shallow I suppose but looks were more important than people like to admit. A first impression is by nothing but looks. No matter how nice of a guy you are if you look like a creep that's what you'll always be. A fat kid eats too much, a Goth cuts his arms open every night stereo types like these shaped the world. The first impression was a monster of the human mind. So what would be the one I would make? I had no idea if I had the right to be confident about my looks or if I should shy away. I had no face, no name...no identity.

I must have lain there for at least ten minutes before I made an attempt to move. I had cuts all over me. I could feel dried up blood all over my body. I was in so much pain. With a lot of effort though, I got up to my feet. My knees were shaking and my sight was blurry. I was wearing a few rags which probably used to be a T-shirt and simple jeans. It was warm, the sun was high in the sky. My pockets were empty and the only two remarkable object I had were a silver pendant in the shape of an Angel. I couldn't remember how I got it. I couldn't remember the importance it had to me. The other object was a celestial bronze sword. It was about four feet and its hilt seemed quite long for a simple sword. As if it was meant to be held with two hands instead of one. The blade was covered in blood. It was dried up but whatever happened, it happened recently. At that moment I was sure that I didn't get wounded because of some horrible kitchen accident. I had been fighting, with a bronze sword apparently. It made me question what year it was. As far as I remembered it was the 21st century but the sword made it look as if I was right back in ancient Greece. After all the sword looked like it was from that time although it was in perfect condition. I was scared of the sword in a way. I was here nearly dead, but what about the person I had been fighting? I was half dead what condition was he in? The sword probably had my fingerprints all over it, if he was dead somewhere in these woods than I would be a murderer! That sword was the murder weapon. I needed to hide it, and very fast. I picked it up and was surprised by how light it was. How the hilt seemed to adjust to my hand. I could barely read the lettering on the side of the blade. I didn't know why but reading the letters seemed even tougher than standing. Eventually I made out: 'Shadow-edge' whatever that meant. I looked around to find a place to hide it. I had already decided to bury it but where? And how would I make sure I wouldn't lose it? Eventually I decided to mark a big oak with the letters SE. I would probably be able to find it. After that I started digging. Not too deep nor too wide. Just enough the hide the sword. The little stones and hard pieces in the dirt hurt my fingers badly. Digging a hole in the thick black dirt was hardly a work for two human hands. The dirt collected underneath my fingernails and as the hole grew bigger as did the uncomfortable feeling in my fingers. When the hole was nearly deep and wide enough my fingers felt numb. I stretched them from open palms to a clenched fist to make movement easier as I lay the sword in the hole. Closing it was far easier. With my foot I shoved the dirt back in it's place and flattened it with a flat palm. You could obviously see that there had been digging but it would have to do. Who would find it in the middle of the woods?

Once I was finished, I felt even worse then before. I needed to lie down, and I didn't feel like crashing another night in the woods. I needed to find some form of civilization, a town or a farm maybe. I had no idea where I was, the nearest settlement could have been miles away. I didn't know, but worrying about that was foolish. I had to go in a direction and hope that I would find some sign of civilization. If I didn't...I was dead meat. I started walking. The farther I came the more pain I felt. I felt light-headed and I could feel my heart beating in my head. Not far ahead I could see a stop in the vast line of tree's. It could have been a meadow, I was hoping for a town or whatever though. I came closer and closer although it was very slowly. My legs were getting heavier and the pain was agonizing. When I reached the end of the line what I saw amazed me. It looked like a summer camp. It had cabins set in a circle and some more cabins around it. They seemed newer and all of them looked so different and...weird. There was a big house and many Greek style buildings. I couldn't really make out what they all were but they looked ancient. Yet many things seemed very modern. There were kids of all ages running around. Also there was a beach. The waves were calmly crashing on the shore, the sea was calm today. I myself was on a large hill making the camp somewhat of a valley. I wondered what kind of summer camp it was, and as far as I knew it wasn't summer. But none of that mattered. I only hoped they could get an ambulance here very soon. I started making my way down the hill slowly. It took me a lot of effort not to lose my balance. Eventually, that effort became too much. My legs couldn't hold me any longer and I started to tumble down the hill. I didn't expect to survive the fall. Mostly because I passed out during the tumbling. Yet when I woke up I was proven wrong.

The bed I was laying in was comfortable. The blankets were thick and the pillow was warm making me want to switch to the cool side of the pillow (works every time.) How long had I been here? How long was I passed out? Was I still at the place I looked over from the hilltop? I had so many questions burning in my mind. The most important one: who am I? It was a question I hoped to get answered soon. If I was so close to this summer camp I must have been a camper here. That seemed logical at least. I couldn't remember anything about the camp though, then again I couldn't remember anything. The room I was in was mostly wooden boards. The roof, the walls, the floor. Everything was like that. Was I in one of the cabins I had seen? Other than that the room had one door leading to God knew where. There were many beds in the room and it smelled like a hospital although the room didn't resemble a hospital in any way. All the beds looked the same and there was a cupboard near the door which probably held painkillers and such. I thought it would anyway. All the other beds were empty except for one. I couldn't tell who was in that bed, but someone was in there, that was certain.

That's when a young girl came in. She was 13, 14 maybe. She had long blonde hair with a streak of light blue in it. She seemed nice, at least I believed so. She had a smile on her face and looked like she did that a lot. She was casually dressed in jeans and a T-shirt saying: camp half-blood. Apparently that's what the camp was called. I thought it was a bit of a weird name for a kids summer camp but whatever. It had confirmed that I was still at that camp though. At least it was one question answered.

"You're awake!" She said happily.

"Yeah." I didn't really know what else to say. I didn't remember her even if I did know her. She was probably going to ask how I got so cut up. I wish I had the answers.

"You should be happy the ambrosia and nectar still worked. You were nearly gone and once you're dead they don't really help any more. Just like mortal medicine I suppose." Much of what she said worried me. Nectar? Ambrosia? Mortal medicine? I had no clue what she meant. What the hell was this some sort of fantasy camp? "So what monster got to you? Hell hound? Empusa? I don't hope it was something worse!" Monsters? Could this get any worse? Was this some kind of prank?

"What are you on about? Monsters aren't real. And what the hell are nectar and ambrosia?" I was starting to think I was on the mental ward of the hospital. Maybe I said some weird stuff in my sleep which made the doctors think I was mad. If they had found a body in those woods and knew it was me then maybe I was in police custody. No, that couldn't be right. They wouldn't let this young girl near me if they did believe I was a murderer. She had to be mental. How could anyone who is sane believe monsters were real?

"So you are new to this all? Did your mom or dad drop you off here? We get many like that." She said. Parents, I didn't remember them. Where were my mom and dad? Wouldn't they have been called in given the shape I was in? Wasn't there a parent worrying about me? There was only this mental girl here. Where was my family? "Well anyway since you past the barrier you must be one of us. Uhm do you know your biological mom or dad?" She asked. I wondered why she said or. Like one of the parents wasn't around. I didn't know what to think of all of it. What I did know was that this girl truly believed this stuff. Meaning she was either crazy...or what she was telling me was the truth. I couldn't believe that though. Logic wouldn't allow me to.

"I don't know. I can't remember. Not anything at all actually." I said.

"Not anything? Well that makes it even tougher to explain." She said smiling. Apparently she found it quite funny. Which again made me think she was mental. How could amnesia be funny? My entire identity had been erased. Everything she knew about her family, her friends. I didn't have any of that. How could she smile about that? "Let's hope your memories get back to you soon." She said. It was easy for her to say.

"Yeah." Again I answered shortly. I didn't really know what else to say. Apparently I wasn't very good with words. Maybe that was something I always had. Maybe it was because I had no memories and that my personality changed because of that.

"Well uhm. You're not like most people out there. Do you remember Greek gods?" She asked him. I wondered why that mattered. I did remember them. I seemed to remember most academically related things. History, maths, my rights if I got arrested (don't ask me why I knew that) and some other things.

"Well everything about it. Monsters, the gods, demigods, its all real. And we're demigods. Children of the gods and mortals." She said. You can probably imagine that this was quite a shock. I didn't know why but I believed her instantly. As if somewhere in the back of my head I knew. Maybe I did know but I couldn't remember. I sat up, I had to think about this. That's when I noticed something. All my wounds. They were all gone. The blood was still their, I could feel it. But every single cut was gone. They hadn't even become scars. Although there were still many others. I didn't remember any of them. What was the point of scars if I didn't remember how I got them? Scars, mentally or physically reminded you of your past. Mistakes you made or pain that you experienced. Scars shaped a person. I had the scars, but not the explanation.

"How? All my wounds, their all gone!" I said. I was shocked. Just as I asked I figured it had to be the ambrosia and nectar she had been talking about. That stuff was amazing. How could it heal wounds that were so severe? I didn't understand any of it. A doctor would have called it a miracle but the girl seemed to think it was completely normal.

"Like I said. Ambrosia and nectar. Its food and drink for the gods but we demi's use it for medicine. It heals pretty much any wound instantly. Yours weren't that severe but there were a lot of them and you lost a lot of blood." She said. She seemed to know a lot about this stuff. And I knew nothing about demigods or monsters. I had a lot of questions to ask her. I figured I would be polite and start by asking her name.

"So what's your name?" I asked her trying to smile. This was all very weird to me but I figured I should be nice to her. Up until now she had given me nothing but kindness, it seemed right that I gave her kindness in return.

"I'm Grace Harper, daughter or Iris." She said with her eternal smile. It was one of the things I liked about her. She was always so happy. A thing I wished I could be but it was very hard for someone like me.

"Iris?" I didn't know many of the Greek gods and goddesses so I had to ask. It seemed fairer than acting like I knew. I didn't really know what I was supposed to do in that situation but I did what seemed best.

"She's the goddess of rainbows and colours. Doesn't sound very important but she also takes care of the way we communicate with each other long distance." I wondered what Grace meant by that. Colours and rainbows didn't seem very related to cellphones and the internet. Maybe that was an error of my thinking though.

"So how does that work?" I was curious. I didn't understand any of this so I had to find out as much as I could.

"Well demigods can't use things like cellphones. If we use them any monster in a ten mile radius knows where we are. It's pretty much a free dinner flare if you know what I mean." I nodded. I decided not to ask how that worked. It seemed easier not to understand everything about this. Like science or maths. You don't have to understand, you just have to know that that's how it is. "So we have Iris messaging or IM'ing. We create a sort of small sized rainbow and in the mist we can see each other. Well if you throw a golden drachma in." I was just about to ask when she answered my question. "A drachma is money from the ancient times. It's still being used in the world of the gods for things like that. Same with the dead. We give them two drachmas for the ferryman." I remembered that from mythology. With two drachmas Charon the ferryman of the dead would ship the souls of the dead over the river Styx into the underworld.

"Okay, I guess I understand." I really didn't. These were the kinds of things you wouldn't get used to until you experienced them many times. That's exactly what happened. I grew very comfortable with these things as I got used to them. But that's all future talk.

"That's good." Again that kind smile she always wore. Some days I wondered how she kept that up. Smiling too long hurt my muscles. "So are you ready for the tour?"

"Tour?"

Looking at camp half-blood from the hill top was a weird experience but walking among the buildings and campers was plain disturbing. The infirmary I was laying in was part of the big house I had seen. It was a sky blue building which was said to house the camp leaders and security guard (a guy with eyes all over apparently.) We went further up camp passing volley ball fields and basketball courts. We passed a place for arts and crafts and finished at an amphitheater built identically like one in ancient Greece. It was one of the buildings that had stood out when I was on top of the hill.

"We usually have people play instruments here and sometimes we do sing along with the Apollo cabin here." Grace explained. I wondered if this sing along thing was mandatory. I hoped not. Singing with the gang didn't really seem like something for me.

We continued past a lake following a small creek towards the climbing wall. Grace wanted to give an explanation of that but it was pretty obvious. We took a small arched wooden bridge over the creek and came out at another Greek building.

"We call this the mess hall or the dining pavilion." Grace said. "This is where we eat. Every god and goddess has their own table for their children. Just like with the cabins." Grace said.

"How does that work?" So many questions. Grace never seemed sick of answering. A never ending kindness that I never understood.

"It's easier to explain when we're at the cabins." Grace said. I had seen the cabins. They were all different unlike cabins at most summer camps. I always imagined those cabins as simple wooden cabins that anyone can get at IKEA. But these cabins were all unique. The first line was set in an omega and another set of cabins behind shaped the same way. The ones in the back seemed newer as if they had a major increase in campers recently, or something like that. "Every cabin represents a god or goddess. Cabin number one is Zeus' cabin, number two is Hera's and so on." The first cabin looked like a mausoleum more than anything. All white marble with big pillars keeping it up. It was the biggest of them all. "Of course Hera isn't really inhabited. There aren't even any beds in there." Grace said.

"Why is that?" I wondered why Hera's cabin was deserted. If in each cabins stayed the children of that specific god than why would Hera's be empty?

"Hera is the goddess of marriage. She doesn't have any demigod children as it's cheating on Zeus." That seemed logical.

"If Hera is that strict about it all than she probably doesn't really like any of us." It seemed like simple logic in my opinion.

"She doesn't. She's been known to try to kill quite a few of us especially the children of Zeus." Grace said. It seemed logical to me. Her husband having children with some kind of mortal woman, that would piss her off. It had to feel pretty bad for the children of Zeus though. They had an immortal enemy from birth just for being born. No one deserved to be hated just because they were born. It seemed like a heavy burden to me.

"Does Zeus have any children here?" I asked. I wondered if there were any people at camp that had to carry the burden of Hera's wrath. I felt for them in a way and personally hoped that I wasn't a child of Zeus.

"Well he has a couple in this day and age but only one at camp at the moment. Her name is Adele Frye. She's nice as far as I know her. She keeps to herself. Not one of the proud daughters of Zeus." Grace said. I just nodded. "Anyway, the children stick together in the cabins and at the mess hall every cabin has their own table." Grace said as we made our way towards the final few sights of camp. There was the sword arena, a Colosseum like building where demigods could train with their weapons. There were the stables were pegasi, winged horses, were kept and finally there was the armoury. The main weapon storage of camp and the forge where weapons, vehicles and a few very interesting personal projects were being constructed every day. It was the Hephaestus children that did most of the work in there. Their dad being the god of forges made it their territory. There were also the strawberry fields. The sweet smell of strawberries filled you before you could actually see the fields. It was the main cover up for camp half-blood. To the entire world camp half-blood was a company that grew strawberries. "So that's everything." Grace said.

"Not really." I asked. "Where do I stay? I have no idea who my godly parent is." I couldn't remember a thing so if I was supposed to know I could tell her.

"Well you're not supposed to know yet. We call it being unclaimed. Eventually your mother or father will claim you as their child and then we'll know. Until then you'll stay at the Hermes cabin. Hermes is the god of travellers so that's where the unclaimed stay." Grace said. So that's where we went, cabin eleven the Hermes cabin. It was the simplest cabin in my opinion. Simple brown paint and simple design. Nothing flashy like the others. It was well crafted and made the last. "So before we go in, what should we call you?" Grace asked me.

"It sounds like you're trying to name a puppy." I said as a joke. I replied quickly without thinking about what I said. Maybe my parent was the god of quick wit. At first I thought I was rather quiet guy but trying to be funny and nice seemed to fit me better.

"Maybe I am." She said laughing a bit. I looked at her with my eyebrows raised and a cheeky smile. There were names racing through my head. All were normal names though. I didn't want to give myself a real name. Calling myself Tim while my name was Adam would be confusing. I needed a nickname that wasn't all too weird and that people could forget once I told them my real name. That's when I remembered the pendant. I figured that it would do.

"Call me Angel I guess." I said.

"What are you a church boy?" She said giggling. I gave her the same look I did before until I pulled out the pendant from underneath my shirt. The silver pendant shaped like an angel. The question of how I got it burned in my mind. It was a reminder of my amnesia. I had tried to just act as normally as I could and tried to move the amnesia and the questions of my past to the back of my head. But seeing the pendant made that impossible.

"Its the only thing I had on me. I don't know how I got it but I guess it helped me figure out a temporary name." I said.

"Yeah, I guess it will do. It fits you I suppose. I have to go by the way. I have archery class in a bit and I should tell Chiron you woke up and that I showed you around. You should go introduce yourself to the people in the cabin." She said. Chiron...wasn't he a centaur? If I was right he was the one that trained Hercules...but that meant he was thousands years old. Could that be?

"Okay, I'll see you later then?" I asked her. I quite liked Grace. And since she was the only person I knew I would hate not to be able to speak to her anymore.

"Yeah sure. I'll see you around Angel." She said and she walked off. I walked inside of the cabin ready to face my cabin mates as the new kid. I didn't remember my past but everyone knows being the new kid is a bad thing. I wondered if that was any different at camp half-blood. After all we were half divine, did that mean we were less cruel than regular teenagers? Half god...it was something that still had to sink in with me. There was much I still had to learn about this and about my past. I guess learning all started with entering the Hermes cabin. So that's what I did without a doubt on my mind.