Jason:

In front of me, the flames of the campfire crackled. It was a simple campfire. Zak, the son of Apollo, was happy for some reason. Earlier, a girl had come in for Winter Break. I hadn't gotten a very good look at her. From what I could tell, she was pretty.

"And she's back!" Zak smiled. A girl with straight black hair smiled. Her combat boots had small splatters of monster blood here and there. She had a darkness about her. Startling blue eyes looked at Zak then at me. Her face paled, and her smile disappeared. Instead, animosity burned in her eyes.

"I'm guessing you know Jason," a girl- Zia, I think- smiled. This girl didn't. instead, she raised her hand. The next thing I knew, I was being lifted in the air.

"How. Did. You. Get. In. Here?" she questioned.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm sorry. You thought I was going to be nice to the guy who left me on Olympus after saving his life to explain why you did all the things he did? Sorry, Jason, that's just not how it works," she tightened her hand, and I felt a choking grasp around my neck.

"I didn't do that," I tried.

"So, I have the wrong Roman son of Jupiter, Jason Grace?" she raised her eyebrow as if daring me to tell her that what she said was the truth.

"I don't remember you. I lost my memory," I pointed out.

"Maybe this'll jog your memory," she smiled. I fell straight to the ground. She created a circle of fire around us. Around me, images of two kids who couldn't have been older than twelve. A girl was fighting with a boy beside her. The next, the two were sitting at the edge of a tent and the boy was leaning in to kiss her. The next, the girl was standing in front of Olympus. The gods were accusing her of something. The images started to die out, but my memories were all coming back. Meeting her. The kiss. Reyna forcing me to leave.

"Nikki?" I asked.

"Nikki Learner, Daughter of Hades. Aka, your worst nightmare," she smiled again.

"Nikki, I'm sorry. You don't know what happened," I tried.

"Save it," she snapped her fingers. The next thing I knew, she was gone and I was standing in a circle of ashes. Everyone was looking at me, especially Zak. Strong Zak who's girlfriend hated me. Oh perfect.

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There she was. Her legs were dangling from the pier. Annabeth was walking away from he with tears in her eyes. From what I had learned from the camp, Nikki did not give up. You said you were sorry, and she would give you a clean slate. All I needed to do was apologize. I could tell her about Reyna. She would stop with the idea of sending me to Tartus. I continued to walk to the end of the pier. No one else was here. That felt wrong.

"Nikki?" I asked.

"What do you want?" she asked. Then I noticed it. Tears. She was crying. I sat beside her, but she didn't push me off. She was too busy with the crying thing.

"Nikki, I am so sorry," I told her, "I never meant to hurt you. Reyna told me that you were going to blame me on Olympus. She told me you were going to betray me. I didn't know if I could trust you."

"I had never given you a reason to not trust me," her voice was weak. It hurt to hear it.

"I know that now," I looked back down at the water.

"I was a little too dramatic when I first saw you again, huh?" she smiled. I couldn't help but smile.

"Eh, I would have done the same," I told her.

"So, can we try this again? No more element wars. No more throwing each other in the lake. A clean slate?" she asked hopefully.

"A clean slate," I smiled.

Percy:

"Annabeth, are you okay?" I sat up to look at the blonde. She groaned.

"Perce, I just fell off a horse. It's safe to assume that I'm not okay," she squinted to look at me. Her blonde curls were spread across the green grass below her. Annabeth's- I guess that's her name- arms were covered with new bruises and a few cuts here and there.

"Fine, if you're not okay, are you on the verge of dieing?" I smiled while running my hand through on of the stray curls. Annabeth smiled.

"Well, if those are my options, then I guess I am in the category of 'Not Going To Die'," Annabeth answered. She pulled down my chin to kiss me.

"I love you," I whispered.

"I love you, too," Annabeth answered.

"Percy!" April continued to try to wake me up. Followed by a groan, I cautiously opened my eyes. April's straight blonde hair spilled almost into my face. Her grey eyes were electric with a look of anger I knew all to well. Around her, my blue, Neptune cabin materialized. Annabeth. I kept dreaming about her. Who was she? Apparently, I loved her. Shouldn't I remember the girl I love?

"What?" I foggily asked while pulling my blue blanket closer to me only to find that April had made sure that she had sat on the perfect area where it became impossible for me to pull the blanket to cover my face.

"Perseus, get up. You know what happens if you're not up on time," April arched an eyebrow. It only took that for me to jump out of bed.

"Ugh, Perce, you need a shower. I'll just meet you at breakfast," April stalked out of my cabin. Yeah, I lost my memory. So, I don't know about my mom or anything. She took it upon herself to take care of me as if I were her brother. How lucky I am to have the leader of the Minerva cabin taking it upon herself to criticize me 'protectively'. Oh, and she knows a whole lot more words than I do. Most of the time, I don't even know what she's telling me.

I took her advice and took a quick shower. I slipped into a pair of jeans and a long-sleeve flannel shirt. We may be in California, but it's still freezing. With sopping wet hair, I grabbed Riptide and ran out into the freezing weather. My black converse crackled against the frozen grass. Around me, campers were either training by racing each other across the lawn or they were running to breakfast. So, basically, they were all running. Instead of following along with them, I peacefully walked with my hands in my pocket. I kind of stuck out with all these kids. Even in the place where people who stick out come, I stick out. Lucky me. Lupa had been watching me recently as she knew something about me. To tell you the truth, it was a little creepy.

Finally, I made it to the breakfast area. It reminded me of the Yancy Cafeteria. Wait, Yancy? What's a 'Yancy'?

I shrugged and got in line for breakfast. The food wasn't too good, but it wasn't to good either. I grabbed toast, a bowl of limited edition 'Winter Blue' frosted cherrioes, and a glass of apple juice.

"Perce!" April called out to me. Almost everyone turned to look at me, including the scary half-brother of her boyfriend. Oh yay. I ignored it and sat across from April at the table. Reyna grumbled something under her breath as she took a seat beside me.

"Why do I have to sit next to her?" Reyna sneered. I rolled my sea green eyes.

"At least, I don't go around slashing at guys with a sword because I cant handle being dumped," April continued. Reyna narrowed her brown eyes.

"Guys!" I stopped them. They turned to look at me.

"What have I told you about fighting in front of me?" I asked with my arms crossed. They both guiltily looked back down at their food.

"Now, say you're sorry," I ordered. They groaned.

"Sorry, Reyna," April mumbled under her breath. Reyna scrunched up her nose. I elbowed her.

"Fine. Sorry, April," Reyna responded. I nodded.

"Now, both of you, stop fighting," a blonde boy ordered. His grey eyes were looking down at me like I was a child. He resembled Annabeth amazingly.

"But, Malcolm?" Annabeth tried.

"Nope, now, say you're sorry before you two end up hurt, and Annabeth, you're a daughter of Athena. You should be smarter than doing this." Malcolm told us. I stopped myself from smirking and nodded.

"I'm sorry for what I said, Annabeth," I sighed.

"I'm sorry that I slapped you, Percy," Annabeth said.

"Good," Malcolm told us.

"Percy?" April snapped in front of my face. My brain sparked to live as if someone had lit a fire in it.

"Athena. Athena is the Greek name for Minerva, right?" I asked hopefully. April nodded.

"Why?"

"Could there possibly be an Annabeth in your cabin that's just not here?" I asked.

"There's an Annabell," April shook her head no. I sighed, "Why?"

"I remembered a girl, Annabeth. Some guy, a brother I think, said she was a 'Daughter of Athena'," I answered.

"He said 'Athena' not 'Minerva'?" April asked.