Percy's POV

I woke up with a pounding headache and a dry mouth and no memory whatsoever. The only thing I knew was my name: Percy … Okay, scratch that, I didn't even know my name. I was lying in the middle of a forest clearing. Don't ask me how I got there because I don't know. I might have sleepwalked or maybe kidnapped or something. Anyway, I was lying in this creepy, dark clearing. Oh yeah, did I mention that it was night? A weird combination of growling and hissing emanated from the ring of trees surrounding me. Like I'd been electrocuted, I leapt onto my feet, my pain forgotten. My hand, strangely, wandered to my pocket where I felt a lumpy object, many lumpy objects. I pulled them out and was surprised, no more like baffled, when I pulled out a pen, a watch, a leather necklace with 4 beads and a sea green envelope –which I would definitely open later- If I survived I mean: just then, a monster jumped out of the shadows. I'm not joking! It was huge! It had a lion head, a goat body and a snake tail. The name Chimera popped into my head. Wait, the Greek monster? The son of Echidna? Since when did I learn about Greek history? I was rudely interrupted from my thoughts when the Chimera made a sound that was a cross between a growl and a gurgle. I crammed the things into my pocket, but fastened the watch around my wrist, and I ran. And not a moment too soon. A ball of poison flew past me at the speed of sound. It missed me by a millimeter and impaled itself into a tree, burning through it. I ducked behind a mangrove tree as another missile missed me. Hah, you've got to be a better shot to hit me. I could hear the chimera's annoyed grunt behind me as I sprinted off. I knew I shouldn't have said it but I did:

"Too slow, Garfield!"

The outcome was immediate. It pawed the ground angrily and gave chase. I sped up not wanting to become cat food. But, unfortunately, it did too. So now, here I am running away from a poison-spitting monster zigzagging through tree after tree. Yah, not a good way to start the day. Surprisingly enough, I didn't break a sweat for the first 100 meters but past that mark, things started to go downhill. My sore feet pounded against the ground and my breaths came in short and shallow. Unlike me, the chimera was having it easy. It followed me leisurely. If monsters could smile it probably was. I was losing energy by the second and it was worse because I was running uphill. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a large arch on the top of the hill. Four letters were painted on it: SPQR. My instinct told me to head toward it and I followed it. Suddenly, a burning pain spread across my body and I fell flat on my face. I winced clutching my arm. It didn't look too good. It was slowly turning purple as I watched. My fascination cost me precious seconds and the chimera appeared on top of me. It looked me in the eye murderously and it gave me a victorious look. Its breath stank like curdled milk left in the sun for days and edged between its teeth were chunks of meat. In other words, it looked horrible. Without thinking, I pulled out the pen from my pocket. I uncapped it and a sword slid out. The point glimmered wickedly under the moonlight and the monster yelped and backed away. I swung it in circles with my good arm hoping to distract it while I stood up. Some writing on the side said: Anaklusmos.

"Riptide," I whispered under my breath.

Before I could even ask myself how I translated that, a line of poison sped toward me. Instinctively, I tapped my watch. I watched in awe as a shield spiraled out. I hid behind as the poison reached it, overflowing around the sides. I dropped it as a drop of poison landed on my arm yet again. The chimera cocked its head to the sided puzzled like it was thinking, why aren't you melting yet? I don't know what came over me but I swung my sword.

SHCKK! THUD!

My sword passed through its head and I watched as the body disintegrated into dust being blown away by the wind. The head remained in its spot on the ground and I reluctantly picked it up. The monster's shocked expression was still plastered on its face. I shuddered and threw the head over my shoulder, satisfied with the sound of it rolling down the hill. Now that the excitement was over, I realized how exhausted I was and how painful the wound really was. I stumbled up the rest of the hill clutching my arm. I collapsed a few meters through the arch not noticing that the sword, Riptide was gone.

Reyna's POV

We raced after Hazel, her chocolate-brown hair flying out behind her.

"Hazel!" panted Gwendolyn, or what she prefers to be called: Gwen, "slow down!"

We broke through a line of campers, ignoring the annoyed and probably punishable comments made by them, and struggled to keep up with Hazel. That girl sure was fast. Finally, I spotted her on top of Jupiter's thumb. I should've known. Jupiter's thumb had the clearest view of camp you could get. Something caught her interest near the borders and her eyes widened. She jumped down and ,like a cat, landed on her two feet. She quickly garbled something and she sped off, leaving us In the dust yet again. I could only make out handfuls what she said.

"Boy… unconscious… borders… camp!"

They ran towards the fleeing image of Hazel, my heart fluttering. Could it be him? I quickened my pace overtaking the others. Hazel had already reached the borders and was crouching over something or someone. My spirits plummeted again when I neared them. It wasn't him. It wasn't Jason. Instead, head being cradled by Hazel was an unconscious teenager and he didn't look so good. I hesitantly stepped forward and kneeled beside Hazel. Her face was grim and was paled considerably. She turned to me and told me in an exhausted voice,

"Chimera poison. Managed to get here just in time. I've healed him a bit so it's not as bad as before. But still…'

Hazel's voice cracked, which meant that he wasn't as good as Hazel had said. I turned to Bobby and Gwen. Gwen was staring open-mouthed at the boy and Bobby looked like he couldn't careless. I barked at them,

"You've heard Hazel, get him to the camp infirmary."

Gwen lurched forward, grabbed onto one arm and started pulling with all her might. Something's up with that girl, I thought as I watched her desperately try to pull the boy single-handedly to the infirmary. Bobby stifled a grin and finally decided to help Gwen. Together, they pulled the boy down the hillside. I turned back to Hazel who still looked tired but a little better. I gestured toward Gwen and Bobby who were painstakingly pulling the boy to the infirmary.

"You should follow them. Make sure they don't cause any trouble," I joked.

Hazel gave me a weak grin and nodded.

"Where are you going?"

She asked as I walked the opposite way.

"To Lupa."

Hazel's POV

I watched as Reyna disappeared round the corner and finally breathed a sigh of relief. I collapsed on a nearby rock and massaged my temples. It had taken a lot more energy to heal him than I had let on. The sun was rising in the east and sunlight started flooding the camp. I took a deep breath and momentarily forgot about all my troubles. The conch horn sounded breaking the silence and the magical feeling was gone. I sighed. I hadn't felt that at peace for a long time. I stood up and trudged toward the infirmary. I could see Gwen's head pop out and she glanced around. She closed the door behind her discreetly behind her. I rolled my eyes. Nice acting Gwen, you don't look like your hiding a secret at all. I jogged up the stairs of the building and tugged on the doorknob. It was locked.

"Who is it?" asked a hushed voice inside.

"Hazel. Now open the door before I knock it down for you!"

Gwen appeared at the doorway, hands on her hips an annoyed expression on her face.

"Be quiet! He's still sleeping."

I smirked and stepped into the building. An overpowering smell of antiseptic and cool-aid hit into me. I looked around fondly. Ahh, the infirmary. A lot of good memories where made here. I caught sight of the boy sleeping in a nearby bed. My half brother, Jeremiah Briht, and Bobby were at his side. Jeremiah looked at me, a relieved expression on his face.

"He's alright," he grinned, "you brought him here just in time."

I gave him a half-hearted smile and collapsed into one of the beds. Bobby asked me worry laced in his voice,

"Are you alright?"

I tried for a smile.

"I'm fine, just tired."

Bobby still looked worried but he nodded. Jeremiah said,

"I've got Pegasus riding lessons to go to."

He waved goodbye to me and was about to step out when I heard Gwen cry,

"Wait!"

Jeremiah froze in his tracks and we all looked at Gwen questioningly. Gwen blushed and she said in a much quieter voice,

"Don't tell anyone about him yet." She gestured toward the unconscious boy.

Jeremiah nodded in understanding and left. I turned to my two friends who were looking at me concerned.

"Are you sure you're alright?" asked Gwen stepping forward.

"No."

And that's when my eyes rolled back into my head and I fainted.

Gwen's POV

I caught Hazel as she crumpled onto the floor.

"Bobby, you know what to do," I sighed.

"I know, I know," he said as he opened the door, no doubt to get Jeremiah again. Luckily, she was lighter than the mystery boy and I carried her over to a free, unoccupied bed. I laid her down carefully and returned to my place beside the boy. He looked peaceful and kinda… cute? My eyes widened in horror. Oh no, did I just say the C-word? I mentally slapped myself. 9 years at camp with a bunch of boys drooling at your feet and you pick the one that just mysteriously appears in the middle of nowhere? Gods Gwen, you're hopeless. Still, I couldn't help but feel drawn to him. He looked handsome and all that but he also looked pretty humble and modest. Two characteristics that I liked. I watched as a strand of hair fell onto his face and I brushed it away. Just that little contact made my heart pound. That settles it. I, Gwendolyn Mondigo, am in love. The door opened and I jumped in surprise. Bobby and Jeremiah entered. "Sorry guys, I thought it was someone else."

Bobby just grinned and watched as Jeremiah worked on the next 'patient'. I sat back down and resumed my watch on the mystery boy.

Bobby's POV

I watched as Jeremiah set to work on Hazel muttering words in an ancient language and waving his hand over Hazel's face. Slowly, color crept back up to her face and her cheeks became pink again. My eyes wandered to Gwen. Her golden hair tumbled down her back, the way she held herself was captivating. She looked so beautiful just sitting there. I mentally kicked myself. Look at me! I'm talking like an Venus's kid! Still, something was wrong. I followed her gaze and I found myself staring at the boy. My gaze hardened and a new-found hatred was lit in my heart.

Gwen's POV

I felt somebody watching me and I turned around. Bobby and I held each others gazes. His eyes were dark with pain and his features were twisted in anguish. He averted his eyes. But not before I saw tears welling up in them. Jeremiah turned back to us before I could say anything. His body was slumped and his face was grim. I felt a stab of guilt. Poor Jeremiah. Two major healings in one day can take the energy out of anyone. I stood and placed my hand gently on his arm. I said softly,

"Maybe you should return to your cabin and take the rest of the day off."

Jeremiah tried to protest but I cut him off.

"And," I continued," I'll inform Madam Lupa for you."

Jeremiah weakly nodded his head and stumbled out the door. Bobby and I followed close behind guiding him back to his cabin.

Hazel's POV

I didn't have to open my eyes to know I was in the infirmary. It was clear enough with the smell of cool-aid and antiseptic. Judging from the silence in the cabin, nobody was there but me. I opened my eyes and was startled when I found the boy lying down in another bed beside me, still unconscious. I tried to sit up but a wave of nausea knocked into and I fell into my pillow again. Great. Just Great. I noticed a glass of warm, caramel-colored liquid at my bedside and I took it eagerly. I put the straw to my mouth and sipped. It tasted like my mother's homemade brownies. I lapped it up and the room stopped spinning. I stared at the now empty glass in my hand and I placed it back on the stand. I swung my legs off the bed and felt a shiver climb up my spin as I touched the cold, hard floor. I slipped into my sandals, which were considerately taken off when I fainted. Suddenly, I heard a moan behind me. I whirled around and I found myself at sword-point. The wielder of the sword was none other than the boy that was moments ago unconscious. He looked as baffled as I was. Wasn't he…? How did he…? I couldn't even form full sentences, that's how surprised I was. Finally, I found my tongue.

"How did you get out of bed so fast?"

I half-demanded, half-squeaked. Half squeaked because I noticed his eyes. They were green. Sea green.

Percy's POV

I stared at the girl with unblinking eyes. I was thinking about her question. How did I get out of bed that fast? It was just instinct I guess. Slowly, I lowered the sword from her throat but, still keeping an eye on her unmoving form.

"Who are you?" I demanded.

"Who are you?" the girl snapped.

Despite the gravity of the situation, I smirked.

"You've got spunk, kid," I said as I sat back down on the bed sword still at hand. The girl looked enraged.

"Kid? Kid! Who are you calling kid?"

I raised my hands as a sign of peace.

"Calm down."

The girl took a deep breath and calmed herself.

"Alright. But first, answer my question."

I sighed inwardly. This girl just doesn't give up.

"My name is Percy."

The girl raised her eyebrow.

"Just Percy?"

I nodded. Soon, I found myself telling her my life story –which probably wasn't that long since I've only been awake for an hour? Two hours?- The girl's eyes widened in surprise when I told her about the fight with the chimera but she kept silent and motioned for me to continue.

"So, let's get this straight: Your name is Percy, you woke up in the middle of a forest with no memory of who you are yet, you fought a chimera and managed to slay it?"

I nodded. Yup, that sums things up petty well.

"Okay, I kept my end of the deal now, you keep yours."

The girl looked startled.

"What deal?" she said.

This girl's got to relax a bit. She doesn't even know what a joke is.

"Chill, I'm only asking about your name," I said, shaking my head.

The girl blushed. Or was it just my imagination? She offered me a hand.

"Hazel O' Nell, at your service."

"The pleasure is mine Hazel," I said shaking her hand warmly.

Hazel bushed again. Why do I keep imagining her blushing?

"By the way, where am I?"

Hazel gave a wide smile and said,

"Welcome to Legion Camp Percy."

The look I gave her must have been pretty funny because she giggled. I liked it when she giggled.

"Legion Camp is a camp for Roman Demigods, children of the gods. This is the only safe place for us."

My head throbbed. I heard someone repeating those exact words at the back of my head. Only, it wasn't Hazel.

"Wait," I interrupted, "do you mean Zeus, Poseidon, Hades and all that?"

Hazel frowned.

"Yes. I mean no. I mean, yes and no. Those gods were Greek. Here at Legion Camp, we call them by their Roman Names-"

"Why?"

"Don't interrupt!" Hazel snapped.

She cleared her throat again.

"After the Greeks were defeated and the Romans took over, the gods changed. They adapted to Roman Life. They were called by different names and their attitudes also changed. They became more benevolent and revered."

I took this all in but something didn't sound right.

She added as an after thought, "Frankly, I'm not at all surprised that the Romans won the war. The Greeks were too relaxed. I'm amazed that they lasted as long as they did."

Anger boiled up inside of me and I felt like I had to stand up for the Greeks but I bit back my tongue. Just then, the door opened revealing three teenagers. A boy and two girls. I hadn't realized that I was still holding Riptide in my hands and I knew that I must have looked threatening. So, I wasn't surprised at all when the boy unsheathed his sword and charged at me. I could hear Hazel screaming something nearby but I was too busy staying alive to notce.

"Pro Rome!" he shouted as he slashed at me.

My arm automatically responded and raised itself to deflect. The boy looked confused and I took that as my opportunity. I stepped forward and tried a thrust of my own. The boy deflected it easily but I could see a change in his face. His eyes narrowed and he pressed me with more force. He jabbed at me but I countered. I slashed at him forcing him to take a step back to avoid my blade. Suddenly, a blinding pain surged through my head and I found myself in a big circular arena. There was a boy with blonde hair and a large scar running down the left side of his face standing in front of me, his blade unsheathed. He was demonstrating a disarming technique. He demonstrated the move in slow motion and I noted down every detail. All of a sudden, I got pulled back to reality as the boy's sword clanged onto mine. I stumbled backward and the boy smirked. He raised his sword for the last blow but then I remembered the disarming move. Oh what the heck, I thought as I tried it. Sure enough, the sword clattered out of his hand. He looked at me disbelievingly. So were Hazel and the two girls. I picked up the sword and offered it to the boy. He took it reluctantly. I could still feel the girls' eyes boring into my back and I turned around irritated.

"What?" I asked as I watched Hazel and the other two girls' speaking rapidly to each other in Latin.

"Quam quod fecit?" I heard a girl ask Hazel who just shrugged her shoulders. The girl had brown eyes and red hair. I noticed that she was wearing the same shirt as Hazel and the others were wearing. Purple with the letters 'SPQR' written on it.

"Nescio!" Hazel exclaimed.

The other girl with blue eyes and blonde hair seemed to change the subject.

"Cur non indicas mihi et vigilans?" she said batting her eyelashes at me.

Hazel and the other girl looked annoyed.

"Quod omnes cogitamus, Gwen?" The girl with brown eyes exploded.

The girl didn't answer and twirled her blonde hair, in a flirtting way.

"Deos Gwen! Tales interdum hedum Venerem cognosces!" She shouted.

Hazel put a calming hand on her friend's shoulder and turned back to the girl with blue eyes.

"Nonne vides Bobby vincere?" she said.

The girl stopped flirting with me and looked at Hazel seriously.

"Vidi. Putamusne introducam illum Lupa?"

The brown eyed girl seemed to ponder over this. Then, she finally nodded her head.

She gestured over to me. I had been listening to the conversation cluelessly but I now stepped forward.

"Mystery Boy," she announced in english," We're going to take you to see Lupa."

The discussion went like this:

How did he do that?

I don't know!

Why didn't you tell me he had already waken up?

Gods Gwen! You're such a Venus kid sometimes! You know?

Did you see him defeat Bobby?

I saw. Do you think we should bring him to see Lupa?

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