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Everything thing was blank, like a piece of paper. His life was waiting to be rewritten.

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Where am I?

Who am I?

What happened?

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His body felt too big for his twelve year old self. There was no way he could be twelve. But that was the last thing that he remembered. He could still think about Yancy Academy and his classes, then him getting kicked out of there. But after that… nothing.

He came to the conclusion that he was older than twelve, but how much older he didn't know.

Percy's body felt numb, his limbs shaking uncontrollably. His head twitched to the side but his body parts felt detached from one another. He gasped suddenly as a rush of pain invaded him.

The pain was overwhelming. He couldn't stop moving, and that just made everything worse. He attempted to open his eyes because the light behind his closed lids was annoying him. He gasped again his head slammed against the hard ground.

"Shh…" a soothing voice cooed into his ear. The voice sounded thick with tears. It was that of a girl, and voice seemed… he wasn't sure. "Don't move, Percy. We're getting you help. Please, Seaweed Brain…"

Seaweed Brain?

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When he came too again, he was still lying on the ground. Someone was running fingers through his hair gently, so gently that it didn't hurt his broken body. The fingers then fumbled to his neck and checked his pulse, like making sure he was still alive.

There was a sigh of relief. The hand shifted back to his hair, and the person was humming softly. Something cold splashed against his cheek… was it a tear? And it come from that person?

"Oh dear," a voice sighed from a few feet away. It sounded worrisome but full of wisdom, like he had seen bad things before. The hand fell out of his hair and traced the side of his face for a second, then disappeared. "What happened to him?"

"I don't know. I think he fell." The girl's voice was full of even more emotion now. "Chiron, is he going to be okay?"

"I hope so, but we better get him to the Big House. Will, get a stretcher and carefully set him on it. Don't bang his arms and legs together. I can only imagine the great pain that he is going through."

The voice seemed familiar but Percy wasn't able to place it. Was it one of his teachers? But he didn't remember having any sort of teacher named Chiron. The named sounded ancient or something.

Maybe the guy was really old. Percy didn't know. He didn't know much of anything anymore.

And the girl had said that he had fallen. Fallen from what? A building? There were so many questions that it made his head hurt. Hands lifted him from the ground, and a scream tore through his body, so loud that he almost burst his own ear drums. It hurt like hell.

The hands stopped for a second and set him back down. The people touching him were whispering. The girl gasped. "He's awake, Chrion. What are we supposed to do?" She sounded frantic and unsure of everything. The Chiron man shushed her, nicely, like a parent quieting their child.

More than anything, he wanted to open his eyes and see these strange people who he didn't know. They wanted to take him to places that he had never heard of before in his life. What if these were the bad people just pretending to be the good ones?

He felt like he had just fell down the rabbit hole in Wonderland.

Things were getting curiouser and curiouser.

"We have no choice. Maybe he'll black out soon. We can give him pain medicine and nectar once we get to the Big House." Nectar? It sounded like a drug. He gulped down air and struggled to breathe correctly.

"Hold on, Percy," the girl whispered. Her hair tickled his face. He wanted to ask her how she knew his name.

Then, as quick as the people could, they set him upon a stretcher. He gritted his teeth together and tried to endure the pain. It was unlike anything he had every felt before. He felt broken and weak and not at all like he should have. But he wasn't sure what that even meant.

The stretcher was lifted off of the ground, and he was carried away quickly. The people holding him had to be running. They were moving too fast for him to handle.

Somehow, his eyes opened.

At first, nothing would focus, like a camera. Everything was blurry and a little red, as if his blood was in his eyeballs. Nausea rolled over him again and he was glad that his mouth wouldn't open now so that he wouldn't throw up.

After a while it was only blurry around the edges. A face appeared in front of his.

Gray eyes looked right at his. They were filled with tears. She was wearing an orange t-shirt that had some sort of writing on it that he couldn't read. The letters all ran together. The girl had blonde hair that was curly and tied into a messy ponytail as if she didn't care what she looked like. It didn't matter, because the girl was breath-taking.

Her mouth was opened like she wasn't sure what to say. One word fell out of her mouth.

"Percy."

He wanted to respond. He wasn't sure what to say. The girl started to cry again. The sun behind her made her almost glow. She looked like a guardian angel. "Oh, Percy…"

She was running to keep up with the people carrying him. He could not make them out. "Percy if you can hear me, I love you. You'll be alright. You're so close to the Big House, and Chiron and the Apollo kids will help you. I know it hurts but just hang on."

Nothing was making any sense. Some memories from his life were totally gone. He couldn't be twelve. The girl in front of him had to be at least sixteen, maybe seventeen.

And the girl said that she loved him. Perhaps he would say the same thing back.

The problem was that he had no idea who the girl was.

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