Ew, he stepped in something icky. Now Lupa would probably chew his arm off or something for ruining his shoes.

But wait this was all blurry! That meant…yes this was a dream!

Still ew, though. He was stepping through dark, thick mud. Just a couple more paces and…finally out of the swamp and onto the craggy rock-sand terrain. It looked familiar this place. It must have been from the past.

It was foggy. Lots of fog wisps that clung to every awkward clump of black trees, every raw diamond dispersed in the ground. And it clung to him, almost as if it was alive, and he was the only thing that could save it. It made him very uncomfortable and nervous.

There was something sinister about this but not just sinister…sad? Yes, sad. This was a place he must have had great losses.

"Hey stranger." He jumps after the breathy voice whispers into his ear. And he has to get back on his feet. Then realizes who it is, well something to that extent.

"You again." The disillusionment is clear in his voice, and then he remembers why this place is so familiar. Every night he's dreamed of this place and this girl.

"It's always me." She smiles seductively, and two seconds later she's standing behind him on her tippy toes because he's too tall and whispers, "Don't you love to see me?"

He whips his head around and they're not even standing an inch apart. "What I would like is for you to tell me your name."

Another coy smile, and this time she appears sitting on a rock. "What color is my necklace?"

"You aren't wearing a necklace for the thousandth time in a row!" He stares at her bare neck just in case one decides to show up. "Every night you ask me that, but you have no necklace. I'm beginning to doubt you ever wore one when I did know you."

Now she's sitting on the branch of a tree that just popped up out of nowhere, dangling her legs freely. She looks as though she's having the time of her life. "If you know the color you know the name." She grins and he shakes his head.

He's hoped for the past three months that she would pity him and just tell her the name.

He hates this feeling. He feels useless, and knowing he's missing so much and can't get it back. It would be different had he not known sixteen years of his life were missing; he could deal with that. But he does know so it doesn't matter.

Useless, useless, useless.

"You're not useless, Percy." She looks like she lost eight years and turned into a preteen. So small and innocent from her tree, speaking in a kind-rather than a flirtatious tone.

It's like a bolt went through his body.

"You're different! You didn't look same from how I remember you!"

Yes, yes!

Back on the rock standing in her adulterous ways, she grins, "Precisely." And the smile disappears, and now he hears her from under the tree. A dark ominous shadow cuts through half of her face. "This is who I was supposed to be." Even sadder she adds, "Who I would have been had you never existed."

Guilt forms throughout him.

And his nightmare is confirmed.

He used to be a bad person.

"I'm sorry."

She shakes her head. "It's not your fault. It's mine, really. It's my fault." She starts mumbling to herself.

He is just disgusted. With himself. "Who am I, and what have I done?"

"What color is my necklace?" He hears he whisper, and like the wind it rustles in the leaves and passes by his ear and makes him cold as the image begins to fade.

He opens his eyes and never felt so alone in the crowded cabin of Mercury.

There was not many words Percy wanted to say during breakfast. Then again nobody ever shut up for five minutes at the table to allow him to speak anyway. He wasn't known as the most talkative, or the most out going, the friendliest, the most aggressive, best swordsman, spot on archer. He was the kid who just showed with no memory.

For a while everyone was completely interested in him, and kept asking annoying questions he couldn't answer because, guess what? He had no memories. Two weeks passed and no sign came. No god claimed him. And so finally the other campers gave up, and went back to stabbing each other with swords or whatever they did for fun.

Lupa never lost interest, though. She was always looking at him in disapproval. He thinks that she must know what he did to the girl in his dreams, and gods knows how many other people.

"Oh, hey Percy! I didn't see you come in! I thought maybe you weren't coming today!"

Okay so not everyone lost interest in him. Everyone but two species in this camp. The first one being Lupa the wolf. And the second being the human he really wanted to tell to shut up and get lost.

Reyna Reyn Reynhem.

The most annoying name ever for the most annoying girl ever. And that's coming from the kid who doesn't even have a recollection of annoying girls.

"Anyway," She stretches out the first 'a,' "You have to be my partner in sword fighting. You can ditch your old sword and use mine."

A little part of Percy wanted to get up and hug Reyna. However, he would not make that mistake again. He hated the sword that was currently being loaned to. It felt all wrong in his hands, and made him look like a fool most of the time. Reyna's was much easier to use, but still it just didn't "click" with him.

"JJ-you know JJ from Vulcan-made me a new one." She kept going on and on about something else that Percy decided not to listen because, well, he wasn't into throttling girls.

He was really kind of angry at himself for being such a jerk in his mind to Reyna. She's nice. She gave him the tour of camp. Introduced him to everyone. She's even giving him her sword, and he suspected that because everyone loves Reyna, she had saved him from an unpleasant hazing.

But he also has to remember his "tour of the woods" she gave him after the bonfire. And by tour, she meant, "makeout session in the woods". When you've known someone for two whole days, and you're awkward like Percy, and not exactly attracted to the other person, and you honestly think you're getting a tour of the woods, things aren't so fun.

The worst ten minutes of his new life. Ever.

Nine of those minutes were taken up with Percy saying, "Reyna no!"

Percy would think after that little experience she would give up. She hasn't. Instead she holds his hand whenever the possibility comes around, and other romantic gestures she inquires that he would rather not discuss.

Unless he is losing his memory on a daily basis, he doesn't recall he and her ever becoming a couple.

Even if she backed off for six seconds, he still doubts if he'd ever want Reyna to be more than a friend. Because, well, he just isn't attracted to her. He's not attracted to anyone at camp. Yeah, he thinks there are some very pretty girls. In all honesty, he thinks Reyna is pretty damn hot. He just has this weird feeling with dating.

Like it's something he shouldn't do with anyone here.

That night after Reyna kissed him, he felt so guilty. At first he thought it was because he felt bad for her for not returning the same feelings, but then when she showed no distress over it, he still felt like crap.

Because he knew he should not be kissing other girls. After he came to this realization he wondered if it was because he was supposed to like boys, which when he asked the girl in his dreams if he should, made her laugh so much she only asked "what color is my necklace?" twice.

He felt Reyna pulling his arm. "Come on, come on." She tells him.

This means breakfast is over, and it's now time to make Percy look like an idiot, well for most of the training events of the day he does, but no one ever cherishes over how manly and heroic it is to row a canoe across calm water without tipping over.

A counselor from the Mars cabin had told Percy that for a beginner he was good. The problem was that everyone else was not a beginner. If sword fighting was a class all these kids would be in AP, and he would be in regular and would have to stay after three days a week just to get a C. None of the swords that he used ever felt right. He thought that maybe, just maybe with the right sword everything would make sense.

He lost Reyna for a minute, or maybe she had said something about getting her sword. It was probably the latter of the two. Either way he just followed the rest of the campers going to sword fighting and entered the pavilion.

Now the pavilion is just great at boosting your fighting confidence. Sometimes it's iced over for the slippery effect, sometimes it's muddy for the swamp effect, sometimes-well all the time it was just unpleasant. Today it was dressed up as it is most days: sharp jagged rocks coated with sand. Lupa had laughed the first time she had showed him it. "Makes it more comfortable when you fall out of windows." And howled with laughter.

He wasn't sure what made him more uncomfortable: the fact that she's fallen out of windows, or that she's done it so many times, it's some sort of sick twisted joke.

He almost swore when Reyna came back. Not because she was back, that was inevitable, but because he thought he forgot his helmet.

Another thing about sword fighting: if you forget your armor and/or weapon you have to go the class without. Lucky for him, he pulled out the celestial bronze brain damage saver.

She gave him her old sword and kept her other hand behind her back. Finally a sword that had some weight to it.

She pulled out her sword. The only thing that seems special about it is it looks new. She reads his thoughts, "Sorry, I'm not one for bedazzled swords. It really doesn't matter whether or not it's encrusted with diamonds. As long as it kills, it's worthy enough for me." She gives a smile, and hands it to him to hold. It's a little to light for him, but that's good for her. She'd been complaining that her old one was too heavy.

He can see his choppy image in the celestial bronze when she says, "You want to know its name?"

"Sure," He wasn't one for naming swords. His old one was Death Blow, named by its former owner from the Venus cabin of all places.

"Morsu."

Biter.

"That's a terrible for a sword." He says quickly. It feels like someone electrocuted him. Biter… He stares back at the reflection.

"Why would you say that?" Her face is a mixture of confusion, concern, and disappointment.

"I…I…have no idea." He replies. Did his voice just sound shaky?

He sees Reyna look very concerned now, "Percy…?"

And now he's not the only face in the sword.

He throws it on the ground and grabs his head. Oh it kills right now!

"Percy!"

He's no longer in the pavilion. He just sees flashes and images and snippets of words.

And finally he's standing there looking at the face of the sword on a cruise ship with a sword he could fight all day with in his hand.

"Back biter. The sword that will truly bite back."

And Percy attacks him.

Luke.

A memory.

AN: Reviews are golden. CC is taken seriously. Flames are welcomed with open arms.

You know you love me,

Bii