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So apparently Jason, the hero with one shoe, was the son of Zeus. He was a bit off his rocker, saying stuff in Latin, and throwing around an electrified javelin that made my hair stand on end. But he couldn't remember who he was, much less his last name, so it was hard not to feel bad for the guy. Hera was also meddling again, something which was to be expected. I'd never really liked her all that much, so I tried to avoid her as much as possible. But things were fine otherwise.

Until Rachel opened her mouth. Well, until the oracle opened Rachel's mouth. It was still really creepy to watch, but it was better than the mummy any day. But what she said explained a lot.

"Child of lightning, beware the earth, the giants' revenge the seven shall birth, the forge and dove shall break the cage, And death unleash through Hera's rage."

That explained stuff such as why there were much fewer than expected monsters, and why the monsters weren't dying. There was something coming soon, and I was sure I wasn't going to like it. And the giants- that was downright terrifying, but I pushed it off. I could deal with that later. So since they had arrived at camp, Leo had disappeared, Jason was a child of Zeus, and Piper was a daughter of Aphrodite. That was unexpected, because I'd always found the Aphrodite kids a bit annoying, but Selena was cool, and Piper seemed cool too, so I guess it balanced out.

Leo tamed the dragon, and named it Festus, which in Latin meant happy, so the quest was off to a good start with happy the dragon giving everyone a ride. Before they left, I asked, well, begged was more like it, for them to tell me anything about Percy's whereabouts. Nico was keeping me posted, and the huntresses of Artemis were out looking as well, but this quest was the closest we'd gotten in months for a sign of Percy.

After they left, though, the other campers seemed a bit more on edge than usual. I had more people than ever willing to train with knives, swords, and even hand to hand combat. Although the threat of the dragon had lifted, the prophecy for the quest, especially the part about the giant's revenge had really creeped out some people, me included. Annabeth spend a majority of her time worrying, and looking at either blueprints for a project or Daedalus' laptop. She had told me that about two months before, she had been shut out of Olympus, and the gods had fallen silent except to claim children. I hadn't really been paying attention to that, with the vegetarian vampires taking up more of my time, but it was worrying. Tyson said that they only got orders from Poseidon on what to make anymore, instead of visits like normal.

The time passed quickly, the quest was only for a week after all, they had the deadline of the winter solstice, and I could remember my first quest with Percy and Annabeth and Grover to get the master bolt back to Zeus. It seemed as though the borders around camp were weakening, because every now and then a stray monster would wander through, not many, only about one or two at a time, but still, the camp was on edge. The weather bubble we had around camp was weakening as well, because one day in late December we all woke up to a hard downpour. The Demeter cabin had to help regrow the strawberries, and they were all out for the rest of the day.

But a week after the trio left, I was eating dinner by myself at the Poseidon table when suddenly there they were. Leo threw up and Piper looked like she was going to, and Jason just looked incredibly pale. They were all rushed off to the Apollo cabin.

"Where's Percy?" I asked them as they were being helped down from the tables.

I didn't get an answer. I started yelling at them asking for Percy or where he was. Chiron told me to calm down and that we'll discuss it tomorrow, but I was yelling, Annabeth was yelling, and eventually Clarisse had to wrestle me back into the Poseidon cabin and forced me to drink something, which I realized too late was a sleeping draught. The last memory I had before I fell asleep was me cursing like a sailor at her. Being the daughter of Poseidon, I have to say I can always think of a new and innovative curse.

The next day, things were tense. I decided to cut the three some slack, if they didn't have Percy with them, maybe, just maybe they found out where he was. Chiron called a meeting at the camp once Leo had been discharged from the infirmary. I was hurriedly packing for Forks, and I was just missing a pair of jeans when Drew, the head counselor of the Aphrodite cabin knocked on the door, announced the meeting, and informed that Piper ("lying little witch!") had just taken over the cabin. I laughed at that, it was about time. Leo had been promoted to head of the Hephaestus cabin, and I was happy for him. He reminded me a lot of myself, and I liked him.

When I got to the Big House, I saw the Apollo and Hermes cabin had teamed up to set half a dozen ping pong balls on fire, which I kindly put out, dousing everyone who had something to do with it for good measure, and Butch was stuffing pencils up a sleeping boy's nostrils. Everyone calmed down when the three started telling their story, and what happened with Hera being trapped, and Gaea rising.

"Ugh we can't catch a break," I said.

"I know, and I'm just starting my first quarter of college next week!" a girl from the Athena cabin said. Everyone glared at her as if to ask what was more important, saving the world or college, but secretly I was jealous. She got to survive to the end of high school, which was a miracle in itself.

"But where's Percy, have you heard anything about where he is?" I asked. I never got an answer the previous night, and I wanted one now.

"Well," Piper said, looking nervous. My heart dropped.

"But Nico would tell me!" I said, starting to panic. "I would know!"

"No, he's not dead," Jason said. "It's just that… I'm not actually a son of Zeus. I'm the son of Jupiter."

"Yeah, it's the same thing," I said, staring at him. "Jupiter's just the…Roman…form…" I said, and it was slowly sinking in.

"During the American Civil War, there was a war between the demigods," Chiron said. "The damage was so great that the god decided to separate their children into the children of the Greek and Roman gods so such events could never happen again."

"The Romans were more warlike and united," Jason said helpfully.

Clarisse looked interested. "So why don't we see each other on quests and such?" she asked.

"You do, but your memories are wiped so nothing can happen again." Chiron said.

"Yeah, the Civil War was awful, wouldn't want a repeat," some boy from the Athena cabin said. He was new, and I hadn't had the chance to meet him yet.

"So Hera believes that both camps need to come together for the war with the giants," Rachel said.

"It's in California, isn't it?" Annabeth said. "That's why we're always told to stay away from California, specifically the bay area!"

"I don't know the exact location, but it is near mount Orthys, so they can keep an eye on it. How else could it have fallen during the battle of Manhattan?" Chiron said.

"You said it fell on its own!" I said, my loud voice making a few jump.

"No, I was there," Jason said looking like he was remembering something important. He rubbed the SPQR on his arm absentmindedly. "Hera said that the exchange was two ways. I was here, with my memory wiped, and now he's there."

I glared at him, feeling sick in my stomach.

"Percy's in the Roman camp, and he doesn't know who he is," Jason explained.

When I got back to forks, I felt sick again a lot of the time. I mean, I knew that Percy could take care of himself, but I was still worrying constantly. I'd had to make a lot of effort to act as normal as possible, for Charlie's sake, and at school I wasn't known as Meda Jackson the New Yorker, but Meda Jackson with the missing brother who everyone treated like she was going to break any minute. I'd also had to go back to sitting with the Mortals with a capital M, Jessica, Angela, Lauren, and crew. They were the most normal human beings ever who only worried about the next test and what they would wear to senior prom. I hated them because I wished I was like them, but I knew it would never happen in a million years.

Billy and Jacob were over every now and then, Jacob had finished his car because of the car part he was bribed with for the prom. He said that he and his friend were working on motorcycles to fix up and sell for a profit. He seemed impressed when I could keep up a basic conversation of car parts, I'd had to tell him that there's a car garage near my summer camp, and that I had a few friends I hung out with there, which while not exactly a lie, wasn't exactly the truth either. Billy seemed happy that the Cullens had left, but he didn't discuss them at all, something I was grateful for. I was constantly reminded that I had lost my brother; did I need to be reminded that I had lost friends as well?

I don't know why I was thinking about motorcycles and cars and mechanics while I was driving home from the library one day. I'd gotten a couple books and was taking the long way home when I saw the sign. FOR SALE, AS IS said the sign in front of two incredibly broken looking motorcycles. They were in front of the Porters' house, and in that moment, I connected the dots. I'd never had too many friends, mostly because my friends were my family, and I never wanted to explain the history of Greece to humans, but the few non demigods I was on good terms with meant something to me.

I knocked on the door, and recognized the boy with blond hair answer the door.

"Meda?" he seemed surprised.

"How much for the bikes?" I asked.

"You want them?" he asked, looking shocked. I was disappointed; I thought I just looked like the type of girl who'd ride a motorcycle.

"Well, no, I don't. I'm asking for them because I don't want them. Yes, I want them. How much?" I said sarcastically.

"Take them as is- mom told dad to move them out there so they'd get picked up with the garbage." The boy said.

Well that was nice, I'd saved myself a whole twenty bucks. The boy helped me load them into the truck, and I drove to La Push, and had to drive around for a bit to remember the way to Billy's house. Some nice kids pointed me in the right direction.

When I arrived, Billy seemed genuinely pleased to see me, and told me that Jacob was in the garage. His wheelchair couldn't navigate the bumpy ground to the garage, so I joked that for his next project, Jacob should make a paved walkway for him.

"Anyone here?" I asked.

"Hey Meda, how are you?" Jacob emerged from behind a car, he was changing the tires.

"Hey Jake, I actually have a surprise for you," I said a bit nervously. I'd never really given gifts to people who weren't Annabeth, and that was easy, she'd always been happy with a gift card to a bookstore.

"Really, what is it?" he said excitedly.

"I found some old motorcycles and I thought you'd like them," I said.

"Great! I could use some parts!" he said happily. It was easy to make him happy. He'd shot up in the past month or so. He informed me that he was six foot five. I was only five foot eight, so he often threatened physical harm teasingly.

I unloaded one motorcycle, and Jacob got the other one. He seemed genuinely surprised that I could lift one by myself, and I threatened physical harm against him.

"Hey, this one's actually going to be worth something if I fix it up a bit," Jacob said, sounding surprised.

"Then take it," I said.

"Are you sure?" he asked me.

"Go ahead. Consider it a late birthday gift," I said with a smile.