Percy

There was an odd chill resting in the air as his eyes scanned the small clearing. It looked no different than the one he had rested in five minutes ago, but there was something about this spot that made a shiver run down his spine. Something familiar in him stirred, like he should recognize a hidden importance of the place. A bad feeling settled in the pit of his stomach. I shouldn't be here, Percy thought, I really shouldn't be here. But he had spent the past three days following some instinct, leading him this way, and he wasn't about to turn back because of some stupid pessimistic voice in his head.

You see, you must understand that Percy has a right to be frustrated, because he had woken up four days ago, in the middle of nowhere; in a place so thickly wooded that only minimal traces of sunlight were able to peek through the leaves, leaving him cold and disoriented. But he had felt a subconscious pull, a feeling, that this was the right way to go. Having no other leads, he headed this way, hoping that it lead out of these endless wood. Not with my luck, he thought miserably. A pain started in between his eyes again. He wasn't sure why thinking about his horrible luck had left his mind rebelling against himself, but apparently he'd had some pretty bad luck in the past for this to start triggering the fleeting memories that occasionally bubbled to the surface, only to disappear before he could get a grasp for what it was or what it actually meant.

Lost deep in thought, he didn't identify the sound of an approach until it was too late. And there, in front of him stood a fierce looking girl with bright blue eyes that might have pleasant if they weren't fixated on him in a murderous glare. Before he could even react, there was a sword at his throat and his back was thrust against the tree behind him leaving no room to escape.

"Where is Jason?" she asked forcefully, with a strange accent to her voice that he couldn't place. Do I know a Jason? Percy asked himself, seeing if the name prompted some elusive memory from the dark pit in his mind that they seemed to be currently hiding in, but nothing happened. Even if I had known a Jason, Percy reasoned, how could I remember him, much less know where he is. Where am I anyway?

"Who's Jason?" Her blue eyes narrowed to slits, but she lowered her sword.

"Nam amor pro Jupiter! Quis es?" her voice cold and steely, as if she were an inch away from launching into a long string of profanities… Or cutting his head off, but he couldn't understand a word she said. Her tongue flew through the foreign language with such speed that he wondered if could keep up with her, even if he did know the language (which he didn't).

"What?" he asked, curious about what she just asked.

"And you don't even speak Latin! This just keeps getting better! I said, who are you half-blood?" her voice full of suspicion. "You are far too old to have travelled here alone, where are the others?" she suddenly looked wary, as if she expected someone to jump out and attack her.

"I-I'm alone." He said, cautious of the aggressive girl with blue eyes.

"Impossible!" she spat at him, ripping a bronze helmet from her head, allowing straight blond hair to tumble down her back. It was only then that he realized how odd it should be that she was wearing armor over a pair of dark jeans and a loose purple t-shirt, but he also realized that to him it wasn't that unusual. "Unless you are a minor, but no. You don't have any of the same features…" she kept thinking out loud, going over every possibility, not missing a detail. It reminded him of someone… Suddenly the pain in his head started again and a new memory flashed up, but this time he was able to see it before it faded away again.

There was a girl with curly, golden hair flying out behind her as she ran down a beach. They were alone and the sea glittered off to the side in the light of a stunning sunset. He felt himself chasing after her, laughing. The girl looked back at him, a look of pure happiness in her shining grey eyes, also laughing. Can't catch me, Seaweed Brain? She taunted. But while looking back at him, she stumbled, giving him a chance to catch up and tackle them both into the sand. In your dreams, Wise Girl. He responded. They leaned towards each other, their foreheads touching…

Percy snapped out of the memory in time for the small girl in front of him to look back at him, the ferocity seemed to die down enough to allow some confusion in there with it.

"Who are you?" she asked. If only I knew, Percy thought.

"I don't know…" her eyes narrowed again.

"What do you mean 'you don't know'? It's a simple question, who are you? You know like, where are you from, and what have you done your whole life?"

"What I mean by saying I don't know, is that I don't know. As far as I can tell, where I'm from is the middle of these woods, considering that's where I woke up four days ago. And what I've done my whole life? Walked this way through the woods. That's pretty much all I've done in the past four days. My name is Percy. And that is about as extensive as my memory is right now. Never caught your name though. And you would be…" he trailed off. She stood up a little straighter, but her eyes no longer contained the malice they held before, just curiosity.

"Reyna, daughter of Apollo."