His mind was hazy, memories swirling around like fog and confusing them with each other. Where was he? He faintly saw various faces and thought names: Hazel. Reyna. Dakota. Gwendolyn. Bobby. But he couldn't piece them together, match names to faces. He didn't know if they were close friends or mortal enemies, which since he seemed to know them well frightened him greatly. He could remember defeating the Titan Krios and toppling the Titan's throne, Mount Othrys, but he couldn't remember his name or age. He could remember his father's name, Jupiter, but he didn't know anything about the god. He could remember the set-up of his beloved home, Camp Jupiter, but he couldn't remember in what legion he was in.
Where am I? the boy thought again, more, older memories swirling through his head. A giant, warm chocolate red she-wolf, several feet taller than him and misty silver eyes, howling into the night. Blood oozing out from a deep, retangular cut just above his lip as he wailed loudly in toddler form, a bright red stapler precariously in his hands and positioned near his mouth. A girl with a rebellious electric-blue streak in her midnight black hair who couldn't be any older than eight, screaming at an older lady that somewhat resembled the girl and seemed angry and unstable. Not just some girl, his sister. Thalia. He blinked, and glanced at the young girl again in the memory in front of him. What was her name? he wondered. Then that thought registered.
Nononono, he thought, gripping the side of his head. His memories were slipping away from him, and he wouldn't let that happen. He couldn't, not unless he wanted to lose everything near and dear to him. What was happening to him? It was almost like he was fighting for what was his, his memories, his thoughts, his history. But he was losing the battle, and what was his was being stolen away by some outside force. How this was occuring was beyond him. But he couldn't lose this fight, and he began resisting harder.
Do not worry, my hero, a woman's voice rang through his mind, clear and soothing. The boy opened his mouth to say something, but found he couldn't. His mind calmed, quitting defying and calmly standing by as his memories left him. Your memories will be returned to you in time. As soon as you have fufilled your purpose.
And then, all of the sudden, the fog parted, and his memories, everything was gone. He woke in the backseat of a school bus, not sure where he was, holding hands with a girl he didn't know.