Clay:

I wake up, and something's definitely different. I look at my claws...no, paws! I'm a scavenger!

Hands. The word clicks into my head. I look at the trees, which are know giants. The color bark isn't familiar, and I realize I'm not in Pyrrhia.

I look at my sleeping brethren. The one has a blindfold draped over him. I look at the scavenger. Human. I drag the blindfold off him, and his eyes to not bear burn marks. I look at my cured friend. He's sickly pale, skin white as snow. That's new.

I look at his fur. Hair. It's the darkest black I've ever seen. He has a green cloth shirt on, as well as pants. i'm getting a hang of this new world, Starflight would be proud of me.

I look at Sunny next. Her skin isn't as pale. Her hair is blonde. She has yellow shirt, yellow pants, yellow shoes, yellow socks, yellow hat. I look back at Starflight. He's barefoot. I am too. So are Glory and Tsunami. Glory and Tsunami are identical. Red shirts and shorts, pale skin, and golden earrings.

Tsunami wakes up first and lunges at me, biting me, before she realizes she's human too. She blushes. She takes me in. I look at me, too. I have brown skin, and my white shirt has a peace sign on it. A peace sign? Sunny would be happy. I don't think she could be jealous.

Tsunami's jaw drops. "Clay?"

Is that my name? I can't remember. "Hey Tsunami."

She remembers her name. "Why are we scavengers? And what's with that hideous cloth you have on?"

She doesn't have the words pop up in her head? I can't remember if she was smarter than me. I can't remember anything. It's fading away. What tribe was Tsunami? Wait, what's a tribe?

"Clay?" I look around. "I see no Clay."

This freaks her out. Is there a secret stash of clay I can't see? She can't be referring to me. My name is Fonishk Bone. Doesn't she know that?

I am Fonishk. That much I know. "I see no clay, Tsunami."

"Your name is Clay."

"No, I am Fonishk." I say. And for some strange reason, she breaks down in tears.


Everybody is up now, and confused about why I'm not answering them. Finally Starflight says, "Do you know who I am?"

"Yeah," I say.

He looks relieved. "Do you know what dragons are?"

"Yeah," I say again. They're mythical beasts."

Starflight slumps back. "Oh, Clay."


Percy:

We finally land in London. London's a nice enough city. We walked around a bit, calling the occasional taxi.