Here comes the next chapter! Trying to be as original as possible, which is a little hard sometimes. I was thinking about tying this book and my book The Third Secret Camp together in some fashion. If you haven't read it, I encourage you to do so then tell me if you think that's a good or bad idea.

Percy

Everyone was clapping me on the back, and kept repeating, "Welcome to Camp West Percy." I had no idea where those moves had come from, but it was like a whole different person had taken over. I put the cap on top of the tip of the sword, like I had done at least a thousand times and it magically went back into an ordinary pen.

"Good job Percy," said a voice behind me. I turned around and saw a beautiful girl looking straight into my eyes.

"Percy, this is Jade. She's the daughter of Pluto."

"You mean Hades?" I wasn't sure how I knew that, but apparently I had some memory of the gods.

"No… Pluto. Why would you say the Greek form of the god?" I thought about it.

"I'm not sure." Aletha shrugged.

"Well just make sure that you say the Roman form of the god's names here. I don't think the others would like it if you didn't." I nodded and turned back to Jade. She had rich brown eyes and dark hair that fell in long loose barrel curls. She had an olive complexion that glowed in the light and her eyelashes were so thick and dark enough, that she didn't even need makeup, though around her eyelids was a faint bronze sparkle. She smiled a perfect set of white teeth and spoke in a soft velvet voice. "So where do you come from?"

"Honestly I don't even know. Aletha and the others found me when I was getting up from falling down a cliff and…" man those eyes really distracted me, "well I have no memory from then on."

"You look to good to have fallen down a cliff," she teased. "Well hopefully your memory will come back soon enough and then we can talk." She flashed me a smile and walked off elegantly towards the cabins. She gave me one final look back, and winked. I blushed, which was embarrassing, but thankfully she didn't see it.

Suddenly I felt guilty. The feeling made no sense. Why should I feel guilty? Then I could see a beautiful glimpse of a face flash in my head. It was only for a second, but it was the same girl I had seen before and it was all I needed. Her eyes were a gray almost a shining silver that reflected the churning of storm clouds. Her hair was long and a golden blond, and she had a creamy complexion. I knew that she was a girl from my past, but I couldn't place her name. Then I heard her voice. "Don't forget about me Seaweed brain." Then she laughed sweetly. My thinking was disrupted by Aletha tugging on my arm.

"C'mon, we need to get to the camp director Lupa. She might be able to see who your parent is or where you come from." I followed her eagerly. The more I knew about myself, the better. I was hoping and praying to any gods out there that this amnesia would wear off soon. The pain in my head each time I tried to remember my past was getting kind of annoying.

We made it to the other side of the camp and started along the dark path that led up the hill. I could hear rustling in the underbrush and leaves stirring in the still stagnant air of the forest. There was a heavy sent in the atmosphere, one of magic creatures that I had smelled before. Not monsters, but of beings that wished me no harm unless I showed weakness. I wasn't sure how I knew that. Instincts? I kept my distance from either side of the path, and walked in the middle, my shoulders tensed, and my senses alert. I kept my face like stone, not wanting any kind of emotion to show.

I could see occasionally golden and silvery eyes glinting at me from the shadows. They looked wise and knowledgeable, but I couldn't tell what kind of being they belonged to. The assent to the top of the hill was steep, but it wasn't very difficult to climb as I thought it was going to be. The trees covering the path thinned out more and more as we neared the top. I could now see the sky again. A thin mist started to form that clung to my ankles. I took this silent time to look at Aletha, who reminded me of somebody. Then a memory flashed in my head of a goddess who sat on a throne next to the god of the underworld, Hades. The goddess's name was Demeter and Aletha looked exactly like her except her eyes were a darker shade. Also the way her body looked, more toned and athletic, taking on the Roman side of the goddess rather than he Greek form I had last seen Demeter in. I found myself looking at her in amazement, until she finally noticed me staring.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" She asked edging away from me a few inches. I smiled slightly to myself.

"Uh… you just remind me of somebody I think I might have met before." She looked away from me as she nodded. "Didn't mean to creep you out." I teased. She looked back and smiled.

Finally after a silent climb up the hill next to Aletha we reached the top. It was a large circular clearing with a big square stone courtyard. The mist curled around the edges of it, but did not pass over. On the other side of the courtyard, was a large roman style building with stone pillars. Nobody came out to meat us, so we went up the few steps and walked across the long courtyard to the house. As we went in we had stepped into a space that looked like a waiting room. The door leading into the main room was actually a dark grey curtain with gold designs. On the other side of it you could here voices. One of them was a deep and powerful voice that sounded female. I guessed right away that it was Lupa.

"Although making a drachma forger is quite original for the Vulcan cabin," she paused as if she were trying to bite back her amusement, "it is still extremely wrong." She said with emphasis. "Therefore, I am restricting your Friday Night War Ship Games for two weeks." I could here two guys grunting in distress, but other than that they said nothing as if they were afraid to contradict their leader. They walked out of the curtain past us. The two boys looked at Aletha, smiled faintly then dropped their heads, dejectedly staring at the ground. They looked alike in ways, but I suppose that came from being half brothers. A gruff look and posture with grease stained on their forearms and a few scars around their face and neck as if they had been doing some serious metal work. Their hair was cut choppy like they didn't have time to get a real hair cut and took a knife to it if it got to long. As for their faces, I couldn't tell because they were turned away from me.

"That's Pete and Rudy," whispered Aletha, "they're known for not always using their skills in the best way possible. But sometimes they do come in handy, like last summer, when we were having our once a month Capture the Greeks game, they created a tree that looked like a normal oak, but turned out to be a-"

"Capture the Greeks?" I questioned. Her face now lit up.

"Yeah, in fact we're playing it tomorrow… even though it won't be the same without Jason…" Here was this Jason again, someone I heard her mention briefly to the girl Hazel earlier. She paused then as if trying to hide any emotion that would betray her real feelings, she perked back up. "Well anyways the game starts an hour before sunset in the western forest, and we divide the groups up into Romans and Greeks-"

"Does anybody ever volunteer for the Greeks?" I said cutting in again. She nodded,

"Yes, the fact that we do have some respect for the Greek way of life, we do have quite a few volunteers, but as for me, I'd rather be a Roman. This will be the first time I've taken full charge of our team now that Jason's gone."

"Have the Greeks ever won?"

"Nope." She said pleased. "We have the opposing team as the Greeks actually study in the fighting styles and ways of the Greek to make the fight authentic."

"That's not very smart." I said interjecting once more.

"Why's that?" She wondered confused.

"Because, a Roman can't learn Greek techniques just like a Greek can't learn Roman techniques. It just doesn't work. We're hardwired for either which way we're born, so it's almost impossible to crossover to the other side." Aletha's eyebrows lifted in amazement.

"I like your argument and it is convincing, but tell me… why do you speak as if Greek… demigods… exist?" Before I could answer, a sharp voice rang out from the other side of the curtain.

"Do you wish to speak to me, or continue to converse about a game that had no real importance for the moment." Lupa's voice resounded strongly and with her authoritative tone, I felt intensely compelled to enter through the curtain. And I did.

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