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"Though miles may lie between us, we are never far apart, for our friendship doesn't count miles, it's measured by the heart."
He opened his eyes and was engulfed with darkness. Slowly, his eyes adjusted to the dark and he realized that he was lying on the bottom bunk of a bunk bed. Above him, someone was snoring, a light, gentle sound. His mind told him to run . . . but to where?
He sat up on his bed and thought. He remembered . . . . Something. It felt like something was out of place, but he couldn't put his finger on it. It was on the tip of his tongue, so close, yet so far. He thought back, but couldn't remember anything. Nothing. It was all black, like it had been pushed out of his mind and thrown away. Impossible, his mind thought. He brought his hands up to his head. Something's out of place.
Suddenly, he heard something move, but it was only the person on the top bunk. He or she rolled over and then mumbled something in their sleep. All was quiet again. The strange boy stood up and walked around.
He walked around the small room, which was barley big enough to fit two bunk beds. There was a small bathroom and another room filled swords and clothes.
As he stepped into the bathroom and saw his reflection in the mirror, he was surprised not to find some monster staring at him. Black hair, green eyes, some muscle if you look hard enough . . . . No hideous tail and scales. Who was he? He couldn't remember.
The boy laid down on his bed and closed his eyes. Soon he was asleep.
In his dreams he saw a girl. She had bright, blood red hair that was clipped back. All around her was black, except for an occasional glimpse of light that could have been a firefly. She kept repeating the same thing over and over . . . something about seven and half-bloods and falling. Yes, he heard the part about falling. Another: arms at the doors of death. Over and over, she looked scared, and as she looked up and made eye contact with him, suddenly she disappeared.
He was again in darkness. And then, someone was running forward, barreling towards him. He was sort of funny looking, with curly hair and little horns sticking out of his head. He was biting into something that looked oddly like a tin can. "We got to keep this world clean," he said, "for Pan."
Who Pan was he had no idea, but before he could ask the strange goat man he had vanished.
Again, darkness.
Soon he was able to see a girl, but she wasn't speaking directly to him. She was far off, and looking into the sky. She had olive skin and brown hair, and she was wearing a silvery dress that flowed down to her heels. In her hands was a bow, but he couldn't find any arrows.
She pointed at the sky.
"The hunter," she turned and stared at him. Then, in the second that he blinked, she was inches from his face. She looked scared, and now he realized that she was transparent . . . like a ghost. "Forgive!" She screamed. "Tell him it's the only way!"
"Who do I tell?" He asked, but she vanished, just like the two others, but not the background behind her. He turned to see what she had been looking at. In the sky constellations decorated the sky. One particularly caught his eyes. It was the constellation of a hunter.
He heard footsteps behind him, and this time it was another girl. She had blond hair and a blue cap on, with a logo that had to be a sports team. She was wearing an orange shirt that said something he couldn't make out and had a foggy grey pair of eyes. She walked closer to him.
He wanted to run away from her, for he had been spooked out enough tonight, but he was rooted to the spot like she had psychic powers and she wouldn't let him move. With every step his heart began to beat faster and faster, like it would race out of his chest and fly away. Pretty soon she was only about a foot away, but luckily she stopped. She looked at the sky the girl earlier had been looking at.
"Beautiful," she turned back to him, as if waiting for a reply. He only shrugged. "You don't remember?"
"Huh?"
She shook her head and a look of pity formed. "Never forget who you are," she said, sounding so desperate he had to take a step back. She took another step closer. "Remember."
"I don't understand . . . . "
"Remember who you are, never forget! Remember who you are Percy!"
That was the last thing he remembered hearing before he woke up. Remember who you are Percy.
Remember.