Chapter 4.

I blink my eyes open. The light is harsh.

My arms are tied behind my back and my cheek rests against a cold metal surface.

I raise my head. Am I in a cage?

Where am I? How did I get here? The last thing I remember is, is nothing. Why can't I remember anything?

A girl with long blonde hair is here with me. Why is she crying?

"So you're awake now?" She asks.

"Who are you?" I growl.

She looks confused. "Elizabeth,"

"Elizabeth." I repeat. That's my name. My name is Elizabeth.

That's all I know.

"What's going on? What was that pill you took?"

"What pill? I don't know,"

The girl looks confused,

"Elizabeth, how old are you?" She asks.

"I don't know." I reply.

"What's my name?"

"I don't know."

"What colour are your eyes?"

"I don't know."

"That pill she took, it must have been the same type her friend took. As soon as he swallowed it he didn't even know his last name." Some woman explains. She's not tied up.

"So you took some type of pill to erase your memories?" She asks.

Did I? "Why would I do that?"

"Is it true?" The girl asks. "Is it true you're a demi god?'

"A demi god?" I repeat. Without thinking, I say yes.

It's true. I believe that I am a demigod as much as I believe that my name is Elizabeth.

"She's lost her memories now, is there any use in keeping her?" One asks.

"She could still be useful in getting other half bloods. Unfortunately she didn't have a note about any others like Jack did."

Did they search me?

"So that's how they found us."

"Are you a demi god?" I ask.

"No. Do you not recognise me?"

I do, barely.

"I'm your sister. My name is Willow. But we also hate each other. Your name is Elizabeth, you are seventeen years old. A few days ago you left and went to Texas told us you were going to see your dad. But you never went to see your dad, did you?"

Everything she says feels like a story that has nothing to do with me. She sighs, and throws herself back against the metal cage we're both in.

"What's happening?" I ask.

The woman looks up from her phone. "Somewhere."

When the van stops, two muscular men open the cage and hold my by each arm.

"You and your friend are going to make us rich." The woman laughs.

I hate her.

I'm pulled along some hallways

"Is it safe to keep the two together?" One asks

"It's the only room suitable to contain the likes of them." The other answers.

When we stop, they unlock several locks on one door. There's also an alarm next to the door and two chairs either side.

The restraints around my arms are removed and I'm pushed into the room. I lose my balance and fall on my face,

Some boy tries to run past me, through the open door, but doesn't make it before I hear a lock.

I'm on my hands and knees, when the boy who's in here looks down on me.

I stand up and meet his eyes.

We're almost the same height, he's only an inch or two taller than me.

He doesn't look like a model, but I get butterflies in my stomach when I look at him.

"It's you,"

"You must be my friend they told me about. My name is Elizabeth." I say, holding my hand out.

"You're the girl I told myself I needed to contact." His eyes drop to the floor. "I'm sorry, I gave you away and now you're here with me."

"So, you took a pill that made you forget all your memories too?" I ask.

"That's what they think I did. I don't remember though."

"Seems like we prepared for something like this." I realise.

"Yeah. We also must know each other well, I found this." He shows me his phone. "It's dead now, and there isn't any service in here, but I found a lot of photos of you on it."

I search my body.

A few golden coins, a bright pink ribbon and some paracetamol tablets are in my pockets

In my breast pocket I find a note. It's written in another language but I can still read it.

Elizabeth

If you're reading this then you've lost your memories.

You were captured and to prevent putting other campers at risk you took a pill to erase your memories.

You are a demi god. Your father is Poseidon, you have water powers, and can cause earthquakes.

The pink ribbon you have can extend into a sword. Just pull on it thrice.

Call this number when you can. It's untraceable.

And if one of you fuckwards who captured me somehow managed to read this then roll this up into a tight wad and shove it up your dick.

"I don't seem like a very nice person." I laugh after reading the last sentence.

I should probably get rid of this. There isnt much to do with it. There's a bed, and not much else in here. So I tear it up, chew it in my mouth and swallow.

"Did you just eat that?" He asks.

"I guess I did. It wouldn't be the weirdest thing we've eaten."

"But wait, they said I didn't have a note on me? How did they miss this stuff?"

"Or my phone?"

"We'll find out another day."

I pull on the ribbon thrice, and it extends into a metre long sword, made from a metal that I know isn't normal.

"Nice!" The boy grins. "I didn't have anything like that on me."

"That's unfortunate. Hey, I just realised you never told me your name."

"It's Jack."