It was confusing, waking up to an unfamiliar place with absolutely no memories—only your name—and tough looking people standing around you with glares. I was a little surprised, had I done something to them that I couldn't remember? It somewhat sounded like something I'd do, although I don't understand why.
"You, little one, should not be here. But until the one who should be is you must stay." It didn't shock me as much as it should have when a sleek wolf stood over me and started talking, was I used to this sort of thing happening? I hoped not.
"Where…where am I?" I swallowed silently as I sat up, the hard stone ground was uncomfortable. The other people around me wore purple shirts, perhaps it was a fad? I on the other hand wore a shirt with the middle scratched out, revealing my bra underneath—although I believe that part shouldn't be there…I have some recollection of being…well definitely not female.
"You, Perceus Jackson, are in the Roman Camp for half-bloods. Daughter of Neptune, and a skilled fighter, I believe you will fit in here nicely for the time being. I am Lupa, the activity and camp director." The wolf seemed to study me for a moment. "Come with me."
She took me to a cabin made of dark blue coral—I don't think it was naturally that color, but it was definitely pretty. "You will stay here. I have something to ask you about, you are originally male, am I correct?"
"I think so…I don't remember anything, except that I'm seventeen and my name is Percy Jackson. I somehow know that I didn't have boobs before or was female though." I blushed, I could feel it go to the tips of my ears and down my neck.
"I thought so. Lunch is in an hour, please make yourself acquainted with your room, I believe others will come to greet you, and or kill you. So, stay on guard." And with that the wolf left. What did she mean come to kill me? Was that normal with half-bloods?