Hey, guys, I'm back. I wasn't going to put a second part up here, until almost every reviewer asked for more. But this will most likely be the last part of it.

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"You're… his girlfriend?"

Alicia nodded. "Who are you?"

"I—I… You see, I—"

Jason interrupted me. "How about we explain what all this is about, huh?"

"We—are from Camp Half Blood", Jason explained, "with the Greeks. You are here. SQR. I used to be here. Before Hera—the Greek Hera, goddess of marriage and married to my father's counterpart—erased both I and Percy's memories and switched camp leaders. So Percy's here, and I was at the Greek camp. Haven't any of you questioned why Percy was here unexpectedly with amnesia, turning up in the woods? Why he appeared the same time I disappeared?

"Hera won't tell us why she switched us. I need to find out my past and sail to Greece with Piper—err, who's not here right now—Leo, and Annabeth. All we really want is Percy back", he concluded.

"Yeah, I was kind of wondering why he didn't know how to speak Roman, only Greek", one girl with blonde hair said. "And why he never gets hurt during sword practice."

Percy looked confused, but like it was falling into place. "Percy", he stated.

"Yes. Percy", I said. "Percy Jackson."

"My name? Percy Jackson." He liked the sound of that.

Jason's eyes squinted. "Gwen?"

The girl who spoke looked up, shocked. "Err… Jason? You remember me?"

"Little bits and pieces, yeah!" Jason looked ecstatic. "I remember this one time when you stole my lunch and dumped it on my head when we were twelve because I stole your fighting sword and you—"

"Jason!" Lupa hissed. "Do not get ahead of yourself. One step at a time."

Jason nodded, though looked annoyed at Lupa breaking in to his train of thought. "So", he finally said. "Will any one of you help me with my past?"

Campers started talking in a rush and raising their hands. "Enough!" Lupa shouted. "Look what your presence is doing to my camp! No one will tell Jason Grace a thing about his past", she said sternly.

"What?" Jason asked in outrage. "Why not? I need to know. It's the only way!"

"Silence! You must figure and solve your own mysteries yourself."

"So my friends can't even help me?" Jason argued. "Totally unfair!"

"Jason can't do this alone", I said.

"You will only need help and guidance from the closest friends in the pack", Lupa said. "And that is all. Find your own path and your own destiny. You are the guide for this mission, and I expect you to do well, as always." Lupa gave a small smile.

Jason smiled, and bowed. "Thank you, Master Lupa."

"Whoa, whoa, wait", Percy said, his eyes shining in the light from the sun. "You expect me to go on a mission with people I don't know?"

"You know us, Percy", I reasoned. "I was your girlfriend."

"I knew it!" Alicia exclaimed. "Listen here, sweetie—"

"Alicia!" Percy hissed. "Back off. She's a friend now. Treat her with respect."

Alicia huffed and sat down on the dewy grass. I felt a spot of warmth grow and spread through me. Percy was beginning to warm up. But he didn't look like the same Percy, or seem like it. Whatever this Roman camp did, it was much more orderly compared to camp back home.

Piper sprinted out the bushes, clearly out of breath and crying. Leo emerged behind her, panting and laying one hand on his knee and crouching for support.

"Sorry", he panted. "What'd… we… miss…?"

"Not… much", Jason replied, glancing at the crestfallen Piper, now gathered with her head in her knees beside the cluster of bushes. He was about to touch her hand when Grover burst from the trees.

"PERCY!"

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"Do I have a lot of friends back at camp?"

I gasped and turned around, my hand still wading back and forth in the lake. Everything geographical in Camp Half Blood was in the same place here—the rivers, the mountains, even the hill. This Roman camp was so much like ours, yet so little like it.

It was Percy. The sun was setting, and his hair looked even darker and his sea green eyes even brighter. He looked the same as ever.

"Huh?" I asked again, incapable of speaking.

"Did I have a lot of… you know, friends back at camp?" He stood there, not bothering to sit down beside me.

"Oh… yeah. Yeah, you did. Or do."

Percy nodded and bit his lip, looking down. "What's camp like?" he asked.

I finally settled on something that summed Camp Half-Blood up rather well. "It's… it is way different from this one, I can tell you that."

"Different…" he tried the word out. "Different how?"

"We're much more laid back than this camp", I said. "You guys are more civil. And angsty", I winced, remembering Lupa's sternness.

Percy nodded again and sat next to me. He did little flips with the water of the lake. "You know, I'm a son of Pos—err, Neptune."

"Poseidon", I corrected. "You're Greek."

Percy sighed and looked down, his sea green eyes lacking life. "I know. I just want my memories back. How did I get here? And why me? Why was I switched with Jason?"

I wanted to tell him. I wanted to tell him everything. But I couldn't. I knew it was important. He had to figure out on his own, but I had to help his someway, somehow.

"Spar."

Percy looked at me incredulously. "Excuse me?"

"Spar. Now. Arena. With me. Show me what the Romans have taught you, and I'll judge."

He smiled and accepted my challenge. "Let's go."

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"Piper, do you want to talk to me now?"

Leo popped a grape in his mouth. "These Romans know how to pick fruit. Oops, I mean, come on, Pipes, warm up."

Piper snuggled deeper in her winter coat, refusing to come near the fire like the rest of them. "N-no", she said. "I'm n-not c-c-cold."

"Oh, yes you are", Jason assured. "Piper, why won't you talk to me?"

Reyna came into the Big House. "Jason, are you feeling warmed up yet?"

Piper huffed and turned her back to the group. Jason sighed. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks, Reyna." Reyna smiled warmly towards Jason, "Cold trip, huh?"

Jason winced as Piper rolled her eyes. "Err, yeah."

Leo popped another grape in his mouth and slung back in his chair. It was going to be like this for a while.

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Annabeth almost let a grunt escape her, but didn't. If Percy knew she was tiring, he would let his guard down a little. And he couldn't. He couldn't afford to.

"Tyson", she stated, watching carefully for his reaction.

Percy thought hard. "Brother. Half."

"Malcolm."

"Over—overprotective brother."

"Of who?"

"You."

"Who's you?"

"A… Annabeth. Annabeth Lace? No, no… Annabeth Chase."

Annabeth put her sword down by her side, a satisfied smile on her face. Percy slowly put his down, and smiled. Then Annabeth jumped right back in.

"Poseidon."

"D-dad. Greek."

"Mother."

"…Sally… Jackson."

"Grover Underwood."

"My… my brother?"

Annabeth shook her head and pushed harder.

"My… best friend."

She nodded mutely and went on with the next, "Dare."

"Excuse me?"

"Rachel Dare."

"Mortal?"

"Thalia Grace?"

"Jason Grace's sister."

Annabeth's sword fell out of her hands and dropped to the floor with a clatter. "H—how do you know that?" They hadn't told the Romans in fear of them being harsh to Jason because his sister was a Greek…

Percy lowered his sword and stared in confusion. "I don't know. He was put in the Zeus cabin at your camp, right?"

"Percy, are you talking real sister or half sibling?"

"Real. I had a dream. You and Jason were talking about the picture of Thalia and then it switched to a different one when Thalia and Jason met. Thalia said she was trying to find me… was she my friend?"

Annabeth didn't answer right away, for she was still in shock. Then she brightened—maybe this mission wasn't totally going to be a fail.

At least Percy knew who she was.

Yeah, barely.