The river is rushing before me. I hesitated. I didn't want to lose my life, even the possessed parts. I couldn't forget any of them. And I jumped.

The river Lethe rushed around me, but did not engulf me. It flowed around me. I sat there, and the underworld spoke to me, through the river. "You know his secret. The youngest of the earth and sky. You keep the memories you collected. You go to the camp. They need you. Your friends and comrades need you." The river swept me out of the underworld, to it's headwaters in Greece.

The waters carried me, until I reached the sea. Blue swirled around me, and I hurled through the Atlantic ocean, and landed in Rhode Island. A young satyr was walking up the beach, but didn't see my strange traveling, only that I was sitting in the beach, drenched and wearing a blue t-shirt and jeans. He sniffed the air, trying to tell if I had godly blood.

He approached me, and asked, "What's your name?" "Luke," I replied. Seeing that the name registered no recognition in the satyr's eyes, I assumed he was new. He asked me to follow him, and I obliged.