Just as he wants to strike again, the light of the flames illuminate my face and he falters. His eyes widen and his mouth drops open. "P... Percy?"
0...
That all I hear before the Greek fire explodes and I lose consciousness.
"Annabeth, it's a lost case, he obviously doesn't remember."
I feel myself drifting towards consciousness. Where am I? Is the first question to enter my mind.
"Why do you give up so fast? He didn't say anything to you, did he? Maybe he was about to say: 'Hi Nico! How are you doing?'"
I open my eyes, only to shut them immediately. The fierce light almost burned my eyes and I get spontaneously a headache.
"He didn't say anything to me, but I saw it in his eyes, he didn't recognise me."
Who are those people? I slowly try to open my eyes a few times. After the sixth time, I'm finally able to hold my eyes open without too much blinking.
"Maybe it was too dark to recognise you! Don't pretend that you know everything, because you don't." It's clear that the girl is getting angry at the boy.
I look around the room I'm in. I don't see any people, so the two talking are probably outside. I lie in a simple, white bed. In the room are fifteen more of those. Next to me is a nightstand, with some nectar on it. I take the nectar and take a small sip of it. My headache immediately reduces to only a small throb.
"Okay, fine. Go inside and see if he's awake, but if I was right, don't come back to say you're sorry." I hear someone walk away, probably the boy.
The door opens and I look at the girl who comes in. She has blonde hair that curls like a princess' and stormy grey eyes. It's a pretty sight.
Her eyes widen and she freezes for a moment, then she runs to me and effulges me in a hug. I freeze.
"Oh, Percy, you made me worry so much."
Percy... haven't I heard that before? After a few seconds of thinking, the events of last night flow back to me. The mission, the armoury, the Greek fire that didn't work and that boy who called me 'Percy' before I lost consciousness.
I push the girl away from me. She stumbles back and almost falls over. I grab for my sword, but it isn't there anymore. I look around me, but can't see it. I look back at the girl and glare at her.
"Where's my sword?"
She's on the verge of tears. "Percy... don't you remember me?"
"Stop calling me 'Percy' and give me my sword!" I almost shout to her. I grab the thing closest to me, a vase with flowers in it, and hold it up. Treating to throw it at her.
She starts crying. "But.. y... you are Percy!" she shouts at me.
Just as I'm about to throw the vase, the door opens and an arrow throws the vase out of my hands. It falls to the ground and shatters. I look up and see the boy of last night with a centaur, who has another arrow his bow, which is pointed at me.
"Step away from Annabeth." the centaur says. I step away from the girl, hands in the air.
The boy surges forward and puts my hands in Celestial bronze handcuffs behind my back. Then he walks to the girl, Annabeth, who is sitting on one of the beds. She's still sobbing. He awkwardly puts a hand on her back and rubs it in circles.
I glare at the centaur. He just looks at me, emotionless. "Come with me." he says. Before I can even consider going with him, Annabeth jumps up. Her grey eyes are still red and puffy and tears stream from her eyes. "No! I want to tell him!"
The centaur looks at her, concerned. "Are you sure, Annabeth? Isn't it better to let me do it?"
I look back and forth between them. Tell me what?
I must've spoken it out loud, because everyone turns to look at me. The centaur opens his mouth, but Annabeth beats him. "Who you really are."
This is getting annoying. "I know who I am, you don't have to tell me."
"Well," this time it's the boy. "who are you, then?"
"I'm not telling you." As the Commander had said: don't give any information to the enemy.
"Then please listen." the centaur says. He looks at the boy and gestures him with his head to go away. The boy understands and he takes Annabeth by her arm and drags her outside, under loud protests of the latter.
"Please, sit." I walk back to my bed and sit on it. The centaur suddenly changes: his legs disappear and a wheelchair appears in their place. I stare at it for a moment, but then collect myself and look at his face, waiting for him to start talking.
"One and a half year ago, a boy disappeared. His name was Percy. He was very loved by us, as he helped us destroy Kronos and Gaia. We didn't know what happened to him and are still searching for him."
I let the information sink in. I was found one and a half year ago. But as soon as the thought enters my mind, I push it away. It's the only thing we have in common. It must be a coincidence.
"And what have I to do with Percy Jackson?" I ask, trying to mask my curiousness with annoyance.
The centaur seems to think of an answer. Then he gestures for me to follow him. "Come with me." He rolls out of the room.
Should I follow him? I ponder for a moment, but then I follow him. It can't hurt to look at what he has to show me, right?
We enter a sort of office. The centaur rolls to his desk and opens a drawer. He gets a picture and holds it in front of my face. On it are eight people. First I recognise the boy from last night, he stands next to a handsome blonde boy. Next to Blondie stands a very pretty Native-American girl. I recognise Annabeth next to Pretty. Next to Annabeth stands-
I blink a few times, not very sure if I see it right.
Next to Annabeth stands a boy with black hair and sea-green eyes.
It's like I'm looking in a mirror.
Before I can look at the others on the picture, the centaur puts the picture back in the drawer.
"The boy next to Annabeth was Percy." the centaur states. "Now I have a question for you. Percy is a son of Poseidon and I was wondering if you are al-"
The door slams open. "PERCY!" the intruder shouts. Two strong arms effulge me and they squeeze me so hard, it feels like my ribs are breaking. It's also not a very nice position with my hands cuffed behind my back.
"Lemme... go." I whisper. Luckily, the intruder heard it.
"Oh, sorry! I'm just so happy that my big brother is alive! I like it when you are alive."
'The intruder' is actually a Cyclops. He has a brown eye, brown hair and his face almost screams innocence.
"Who are you?" I glare at him. I'm so done with people thinking I'm Percy, even if it's a young, innocent Cyclops.
Although, I can't deny my heart broke a little after I saw his face.
His smile vanishes and he almost immediately starts crying. He looks at me with his big, brown eye and says: "I... I'm Tyson, your brother. My brother won't forget me, right?"
My mouth opens, but immediately closes again. I don't know what to say. Luckily, the centaur intervenes.
"Uhm... Tyson, Percy is having a difficulty remembering things."
Tyson's eyes lit up with hope. "But he will remember me, right?" His gaze switches between me and the centaur. The centaur swallows.
"I'm not sure, maybe you can go see Annabeth and think of ways to help him remember."
Tyson grins. "Yeah, I go see Annabeth! "Then he looks at me. "Don't worry, I will help you remember, Percy." He gives me one last bone-crushing hug and runs out of the room.
I look up at the ceiling of the guest room I'm in. After Tyson ran out, Chiron (I've figured out his name) gave me a few minutes to sort things out in my mind. Then he had asked me the same question:
Are you a son of Poseidon?
I don't know what happened to me. Maybe it was just the hope. Hope that I had found the place I lived before I lost my memory. Hope that maybe, maybe everything would be all right and I would have my memory back.
"Yes, I am a son of Poseidon." I had said.
I know it was against my orders. That I practically betrayed My Lady, but, at the moment, I didn't care.
I close my eyes and take deep breaths, trying to slow down my heartbeat. It feels as if my mind is at war with itself. Anger, discipline, rational thoughts, guilt, longing, desire, doubt.
I think about the boy, Annabeth, Tyson, Chiron. I try to remember them, remember a time with them before I woke up in Tartarus. I find nothing, absolutely nothing.
Maybe they lied.
But the picture, the fact that 'Percy' is the only son of Poseidon. The reaction of Tyson...
I try to push all of my thoughts away, annoyed. I'm really tired of all this and I want to sleep. I shift on my right side, but almost immediately shift back on my back. My right hand is still in the Celestial handcuffs, the other end attached to the bed I'm lying on.
And, finally, I feel myself drifting towards sleep.
-A/N-
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