The days grew darker when the girl with black hair washed ashore of Long Island Sound. Her movements were slow and her senses were worn a bit. She sensed that she was on a beach due to the feel of the wet, slimy sand underneath her body. Her shirt and jeans stuck to her body from the salty ocean water, and her head hurt like she was hit in the head with a brick. She opened her dark eyes slowly, her eyelashes decorated with grains of sand. The sun shone in her eyes so she slowly brought her right hand over her eyes to cover the sun's rays. Immediately after doing so, she saw a symbol on her inner forearm. A trident, its three prongs faced at her (as if it would stab her at any given moment), with letters neatly under it. The letters spelled out SPQR and under the SPQR there were tiny lines the were neatly placed. It reminded her of a bar code of some sort. She counted ten lines. A bracelet full of beads also occupied her right arm. Neatly tied around her wrist with a knot, the girl with black hair counted ten beads.
When she heard noises and mutters, the girl slowly sat up and looked over her shoulder to see a boy with sea green eyes. She knew him too. His familiar black hair swept over his eyes slightly, a few patches of hair sticking up here and there.
"Who are you?" He asked and she looked at him annoyed. Now the girl slowly stood up, pushing her dark hair behind her ear with her right hand. She could feel her earring back on her ear while she did this. She checked the other ear quickly to make sure she had bother. Two on the left, one on the right; a streak of gray in her own hair caught her attention before she answered him.
"Abby, duh. You know me, stupid." Abby said annoyed and the Percy looked at her.
"No, I really don't." He said as his eyes trailed down to her shirt. Abby had a purple SPQR shirt on; Camp Jupiter colors, "Roman..." He mumbled. Abby knew Percy had nothing against Romans, but why did he say it like he had a hatred for them.
"Yes, kelp for brain. I am Roman, good job." Abby responded sarcastically. Her dark side bangs covered her right eye until she swept it more to angle above her eye better.
Percy looked at her one more time and shook his head, "Yeah, sorry. I honestly don't know you."
Abby scoffed. She couldn't believe this at all, "What the heck Percy?" He just shook his head and beckoned her to follow him.
"You need to see Chiron. Right now." That was the last thing he said before he started to walk toward the big house. Abby sighed in frustration and started to walk follow behind him.
While they were walking Abby rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath, "Gods, and you think I need to go to a mental institute..."