Okay, this was buggin me so I had to write this part out. I know it might stink. I am horrible at writing in 3rd person.

The wind picked up and the seawater sprayed lightly on his face.

Percy woke up with a start. A start so noticeable, the girl wrapped in his arms woke up as well.

They were lying against a chair-him and the girl-on a vacant beach. The sun peeked behind the horizon of the ocean. An early morning.

Her deep brown eyes found his and she smiled.

Unrecognizing the girl, Percy pulled away from her and scooted back five feet. "Who are you?" he asked in a disgusted tone.

The girl appeared cute. She had curly brown hair that fell in ringlets over her shoulders. Her eyes matched her hair and she had an innocent look to her.

Her smile faded and she leaned in Percy's way. "Excuse me?"

"Who are you?" He repeated.

It was the girl's turn to seem confused. "Percy, are you okay?"

He shifted his weight on the sandy beach, deep in thought as if trying to match the face to a name. "Who are you?"

She sat up and stared at him in disbelief. "Percy, it's me, Hazel."

Nothing sparked.

Hazel caught the flicker of rejection cross his face and she tensed up.

"Percy," she said slowly. "I am Hazel, your girlfriend. Remember?"

"No."

In fact, the more he searched through his memories he came up with nothing. He had no idea where he was, who this girl is, or even his own past.

"Stop it," Hazel giggled, trying to pass of this moment as another one of Percy's dry jokes.

He flashed his eyes her way and Hazel's expression softened.

"You're serious." She said flatly.

He nodded. "Where am I?"

Hazel knit her eyebrows and stared at Percy in shock. "You are in California." She began, as if explaining to a two-year-old. "You are at Camp Half-Blood."

"Camp Half-Blood? That sounds familiar." Percy spoke up.

Hope danced across Hazel's eyes. "Yes, Camp Half-Blood. The safe haven for children of the Roman gods."

His face fell. "Roman?"

"Yup."

"Are you sure? Not Greek?"

"Greek? What? There isn't a camp for Greeks. This is the only camp in the world for demigods…" her voice trailed off. "What are you talking about?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. I just thought of the Greek gods once you said Camp Half-Blood."

Hazel's face twisted in thought. She stood up and took his hand. "Come, you should see Lupa."

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