It's sad when you don't remember your own name. I felt almost sick by the time we figured something out.

"What could Percy be short for, do you think?" Sally asked.

"Um..." I thought out loud. "Maybe..."

"Percival?"

Everyone looked at Jordan. He shrugged.

"What?" Theo and Lupa said in unison.

"Nothing."

"Really?" Sally asked. He shrugged again.

"I know!" I said, my knees jumping up as I said it. "Perseus! Perseus Jackson!"

Somewhere, at that moment, a loud crack of thunder rang across the camp.

Lupa stared at me in disbelief. I looked back up at her and said, "What's wrong?"

"Oh," she replied, "nothing. Just...I have heard that name before, though I am not sure where."

We sat in silence for a moment.

"Perseus Jackson, I, Lupa, mother of Rome, allow thee to enter our midst at Legion Camp safely."

A feeling of relief swept over me, and I felt my consciousness slip away with the headache.

I heard Sally say my name.

I heard Lupa say something as well.

I blacked out.

I woke up to find myself lying in what felt like an infirmary cot. I definitely didn't feel a force or pressure like I had before. I was in my now beaten up jeans (wind, dirt, and soot do not combine well with jeans), no shoes, no shirt, and had a blanket wrapped around me.

You know that feeling that you get when you wake up on a school morning and you're so warm and comfortable you don't want to get out of bed? That's exactly what I was feeling: exhausted, comfortable, but unable to sleep any more. I decided to get up after a while, though.

I stood up and stretched. My toes were sinking into the dirt floor. It felt good, but what I really wanted to do was go for a swim.

I searched around and found a pair of shorts supplied for me, put them on, tossed a t-shirt on, and headed for the door. I grabbed the door handle and immediately felt a searing pain shoot up my arm. I let go immediately. The door handle was burning hot!

Didn't look like I was getting out that way any time soon. I looked around and found that the window had frosted glass, so you couldn't see anything outside. Great, I thought, I might as well jump to my death if I did that. I just need to...figure out what in the name of Hades is going on first.

I went around to each wall, knocking and tapping, trying to find a hollow spot. That's when I thought, Hey! Why don't I just break the glass in the window and open it? Or maybe kick down the door!

Why I didn't think of this sooner, I don't know.

So I tried it. I swung a fist at the glass on the window. Nothing came of that but a slightly aching fist. I pulled out Riptide and swung it at the window. It cut clean through. I poked my head out the window to see nothing but shrubs. I was ready to jump up and climb out, when I realized I'd never fit through the opening.

Well, so much for that plan.

Why was I in there anyway? Were they trying to contain me? Had I been captured? Did I have another bout of amnesia? Maybe they were testing me. I had no idea what it could be.

I backed up to the other side of the room, and ran straight at the door, top speed. As soon as I kicked the door, foot-long spikes stuck out and should have impaled my leg. They didn't, though. They poked and stabbed at my leg, but never once broke the skin.

I, amazingly, wasn't surprised in the least. Curse...maybe. Achilles definitely had some advantages, though.

I pulled my leg back, off the wall, and blinked a few times. I probably wouldn't get used to those random, unexplained thoughts for a little while. Curse of Achilles? That was crazy! How did I remember anything about it, too? As I thought this, I headed back over to the cot and sat down.

Suddenly, I was somewhere else...with someone else. I had an orange t-shirt and jeans on. I was standing on a bank of black sand with a kid, a few years younger than myself, who looked like he'd been sleeping in a coffin for a few months.

He was warning me of something, but I couldn't make out the words. I turned around and saw a man standing directly in front of me. I couldn't make out much of what he said, either. What I heard sounded pretty much like: "Imagine...spot...will remain vulnerable...Styx...whether you survive...sealed your doom!"

And, on that happy note, I woke up on the cot, freezing cold.

Apparently, since I had fallen asleep, someone had turned the heat way down. When I said that, I imagined Sally coming up with a song that went along with what I was saying. I wondered what she and Theo were doing. Then, I stopped, distracted by the cold again.

Why was it so cold?

I got up and pulled on my beat-up jeans and a second shirt, then climbed back in the bed. It wasn't night time...

After a while, I was so cold, I had curled myself up into a ball, conserving what little heat I had left. Thankfully, a breeze blew in through the window and, suddenly, the temperature rose. Next thing I knew, however, it was getting extremely hot. I was shedding layers of t-shirts and blankets until I was simply lying sprawled out on the floor in my shorts. Again, a breeze came through the window and everything went back to normal.

Thankfully, that was it for the weather troubles.

I was getting extremely confused. What was going on? Why was everything so strange, and why could I still not remember anything about myself? That strange vision I had had was not helpful in the least. In fact, it made things even more annoying and confusing. Sealed your doom, was bothering me too. What kind of guy was I?

I fell asleep, contemplating all of this.

No dreams came.

[Theo]

"Dude, what the he-"

My air was cut off. I was in a room where I had woken up only a matter of minutes before the water started flowing in.

I guess I should explain myself.

The night that Percy had had his difficulty in the Main Cabin was strange, but bearable compared to this. I was slowly loosing the ability to hold my breath in a flooding room.

I had been taken here by the girl named Reyna. She was pretty nice, thankfully, and took me straight to my own cabin/room place.

"Why's it called Sorting Cabin?" I'd asked.

"Hmm? Oh, I don't know. It should be called the Ordeal Cabin, if you ask me."

"What?"

"Curfew's in a few minutes," she said, changing the subject. "I suggest you get to bed ASAP."

I nodded. "M'kay."

I strolled into the room and immediately collapsed onto the bed. I was hoping Percy would be okay, same with Sally. Percy had, hopefully, woken up by then, but maybe he hadn't.

Maybe he was in a coma.

That's when I realized how soap-opera-ish I was getting. Why the hell would he be in a coma? Where'd I come up with that idea?

Anyway, I had woken up the next morning, changed into a purple shirt and shorts when, suddenly water had started flowing in.

I started swimming around, freaking out, going, "Man! Not cool! Not cool!" The water flowed in fast. I splashed around, trying to find an off button or a nice drain. Nothing. Next thing I knew, I was swimming underwater, loosing my breath fast. That's when I remembered The window! Of course!

I used all the strength I had to kick open the window. It started at about waist-height and stretched up pretty far. It was way too small for me to climb through, but it was good enough for water to flow out of. A whole bunch came rushing out, so fast, in fact, that I had to hold onto the door handle (which was locked). Soon enough, the water was only waist-high and I was panting like a dog in August.

Two holes appeared out of nowhere on the floor, and the rest of the water drained away.

Where was I?

"The Ordeal Room," Reyna had said. Now, why was that bad?

Oh, yeah, ordeal, smart one. Ordeal as in test of abilities. This should be fun (not).

All I could do was sit and wait on my miraculously dry bed, planning an escape and waiting for my next trial.

[Sally]

Shoot, I was so scared when Percy passed out. Lupa told me to keep calm, but I rushed over to him anyway.

"Who are you?" I asked Lupa. "Really, who are you?"

"Mother of Romulus and Remus, the founders of Rome," she replied nonchalantly.

I squinted my eyes at her.

"He seems to be out completely," I said in order to change the subject and save me form further confusion.

"He is very strong, I should not worry about his overall health until morning."

I looked back up at her, from Percy and said, "What does that mean?"

"He is powerful," Jordan said. He had kept quiet for the past couple of minutes. "That's how I could read his thoughts. I only can read peoples' minds when they have great power. For example, I could read Krios' mind when we were on Mt. Tam. I could read the mind of a child of the big three, even, when they expressed great or interesting emotion."

"Big three? Like in World War II?" Theo asked.

"Well, sort of," Jordan replied. "World Wars had the gods involved. The big three are Jupiter, Neptune, and Pluto."

"Umm...Roman Gods?" I asked, confused.

"Indeed," Lupa replied. "Call them what you may: God, Gods, Angels, Creators...they are the superior beings who created and affect much of the world today and in ancient times."

I raised my eyebrows in curiosity. Before I could ask any more questions, Percy groaned and rolled over, onto his side.

"He may be doing that for a little while," Lupa noted.

I put my hand on his forehead, thought about soothing things like hot cocoa, the beach, clouds...and Percy relaxed. I took my hand off his forehead, then, because there was a light of some sort above my head. I looked up to see what it was. There was a golden lyre hologram-like image floating over my head.

"Well, here is our first to be claimed."

I raised my eyebrow at Lupa's comment.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"Sally," Lupa said, "Your father is the god Apollo, god of music, poetry, and the sun."

Theo whistled, "Well, we know where you get it from, now." I glared at him. He winked back at me and laughed.

The day was just getting weirder and weirder.