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Chapter 4: Greeks and Romans

"Uh, what?" I asked, dumbly, not entirely sure what to say here.

The girl, Soph I presumed, just rolled her eyes once again, closed the door, took the chain down, and opened it all the way.

"Well, you better come on in and tell me what you're doing here," she said, tiredly, motioning for me to come in.

Taking the initiative, I walked into the apartment and looked around. It wasn't as bad as I thought it be. Better than the outside anyway, even if it was fairly small. I was standing in what I presumed to be the living room which was furnished with only a couch, coffee table, old TV set, and chair. Books and odd objects were everywhere, covering every surface, along with quite a few bottles.

Behind the living room, on the left set the kitchen, which only had a refrigerator, sink, stove, microwave, and a kitchen table with two chairs. Oh, and there were two cabinets.

The back wall of the living room was host to two doors. Maybe a bedroom and bathroom? I wasn't sure, and it didn't really matter anyway. The most interesting part of the room was the girl before me anyway.

She was maybe eighteen or nineteen, just a year or so older than me. She was short, too, no more than five foot four. Her hair was up in a messy bun and was bleach blonde, but, like I said, with dark roots. And the eyes were just a shade lighter than the pupils.

"Done gawking, or should I give you a little more time to collect yourself?" she asked with raised eyebrows.

"Oh, uh," I mumbled, stuffing the napkin in my pocket. "Are you Soph?"

"Sophia Maxime," she confirmed.

"Um, I was told you could help me."

Sophia just stood there, waiting for me to continue. "Help you with what?"

"Oh, uh, my memory?"

"What about your memory?"

"It's gone. I woke up on Marshall Beach about five months ago, and I can't remember anything before that. Well, I know my name's Percy, I'm sixteen, and a son of Poseidon. That and I keep having little flashbacks. Usually it's just a scene or something, though, nothing more," I said in a rush.

"Perseus," Sophia said, chewing over my name, her mouth quirking up on one side just like Snake's had. "Snake send you?"

"Ah, no, actually. He said you'd kill him if he told us where you lived."

"Quite right," Sophia said, nodding.

"Wait. What?" I asked, self-consciously playing with Riptide in my pocket.

"He knows better, but Drake, on the other hand, does not."

"How did you-?" I began to ask, but she cut me off.

"Ever since I replaced his two fingers a few months back he's turned from crook to saint, sending everyone with an injury or problem to me. Good business, but bad for my ... health."

"Oh, I can go if you want me to," I told her, hoping she wouldn't send me on my way and actually help.

"Oh, you're here, and at three in the morning I might add," she muttered plopping down in the chair, and offering me the couch, which I took gratefully. "Might as well, see if I can do anything, but at a price."

A price? Great, I finally thought I had caught a break, but apparently not. "What price?" I asked slowly.

"A favor, since I'm guessing that money is not something you have in abundance."

"What kind of favor?" I said, not sure whether or not to agree.

"Not sure yet," she said with a dismissive way. "It could be for you to never speak of me again, or help me move, nothing that'll kill you, I promise," she said grinning.

I wanted to say yes; I wanted to say yes really badly but ... A favor? I didn't think she would make me do something crazy or stupid, but I still wasn't sure.

"I can get your memory back because I know you took it, but if you don't want to make a deal ... Well ..." she dropped off, looking at me, and plopping her feet on the coffee table and examining her nails.

"No, not at all, wait. Snake said something about my memory being stolen, but how could someone have taken my memory?"

"Anyone with enough power could have, and usually it would have taken a little while to figure out who but in your case, you are the second person in the past year to have this little problem, and I think you know who I'm talking about."

"I have no idea," I told her.

"Sure you do. Jason Grace ring a bell?"

"Jason lost his memory, too. He's alive?" I exclaimed. What was Sophia talking about. How could she even know?

"Sure, he's back at your camp, filling in your shoes. He's doing exactly what you are, but he's made a little more progress at this point, but that's kind of by default."

"What are you talking about?" I asked, rubbing my temples. My head was starting to ache.

"Just hold this up and look into it," she muttered, holding out a reflective ball. I held it but nothing happened.

"What is this supposed to do?" I asked curiously.

"Sh," Sophia shushed. "I need to concentrate." She put her hands over mine and suddenly, the ball grew translucent and an image grew before me.

Two people were sitting in front of a fire, drinking tea or something. One, a man with a dark beard was in a wheelchair. I knew this man, no idea from where, but I did know him. On one of the couches sat a woman with a long braid of white silver hair and a maternal face. Even with her maternal look, a cold air was about her, like this was not someone to mess with. Then she began to speak.

"Thank you Chiron, I needed that," the woman said.

"My pleasure, it might be a bit early, but I find a nice cup of tea can wake one right up," said Chiron.

"I have not been sleeping well, since, well since you know ..." the woman trailed off.

"I understand," Chiron simpered sympathetically.

"Thank you," the woman said again, nodding.

Then they went back to tea drinking and staring into the fire.

"They have my memory?" I asked, not sure if it was the woman, Chiron, both, or none.

"No," Sophia said, her eyes shut. "The woman took them, Hera. I'm sifting through her mind now to try to find them. It's just taking longer because there's a bunch of crap and random stuff in here as well."

"Hera? Like queen of the gods, heavens, and Olympus?" I asked, alarmed.

"Yes," Sophia said, gritting her teeth. "Now shut up!"

"Sorry," I whispered, and looked back down at the seen in the sphere.

Nothing happened for a minute or two, but then a smirk appeared on Sophia's face and Here doubled over, spilling her tea and grabbing her head.

"What's going on?" Hera shrieked to Chiron who had rolled over to her.

"You're getting a taste of your own medicine," hissed Sophia proudly.

A stream of memories poured in my head. When I broke my arm in the second grade, all the different schools, Grover, even Nancy Bobofit, Annabeth, my Mom, Paul Blowfish, Smelly Gabe, Camp Half Blood, and all the quests and adventures.

"Wha- What?" I spluttered, shutting my eyes tight, trying to hold onto each memory as it came through. In the background I could hear Hera's continued shrieking to my old teacher, Chiron.

Sophia groaned, opened her eyes, and looked eagerly at me. "Did you see them?"

"Yeah, I- my memory! It's back!"

"Yep, and the best part is Hera doesn't have them anymore."

"Wait, did you see all of them too?"

"Only glimpses," she shrugged. "Sh, I want to watch this." And with that we both looked back into the sphere.

"What is it, Queen Hera?" asked Chiron urgently, now that Hera was sitting up and being quiet.

"Percy's memory is gone."

"What?"

"Someone has retrieved Percy Jackson's memory," Hera said through gritting teeth, rubbing her forehead.

"How?" Chiron asked, bewildered.

"I don't know."

They both just sat there in disbelief for moment before Hera spoke again. "I managed to retain one memory but nothing else. The attack on my mind was sudden and strong. I can only hope they didn't get anything else."

"Drama queen," Sophia muttered under her breath. "There's nothing of value- that's yours in that head anyway."

I laughed, but went back to listening when Chiron asked the inevitable. "Which memory?"

"The location of Camp Half-Blood," Hera said gravely while Sophia cursed under her breath.

"Why have you chosen to keep the location of both the Roman Camp along with Camp Half-Blood a secret? Without the camps being able to come together, doesn't knowing about each other seem pointless?" Chiron questioned.

"I will tell that Leo Valdez when he and the rest of the Hephaestus cabin have finished that flying boat contraption the coordinates," she said superiorly. "Now, Chiron, if you do not mind, I will go back to my room and try to figure out what to do next."

Chiron nodded, and Hera got up and walked out of the room.

"She can be so ... annoying, for lack of a better word," Sophia said, letting go of the sphere (making it turn back to the metallic looking reflective sphere) and sat back in the chair.

I was to much in my head, savoring the feeling of having my memories back to really listen to what Sophia was talking about.

"Perseus!" she finally said, giving me a look.

"Sorry," I said sheepishly. "Thanks. You have no idea what this means to me."

She just raised her eyebrows, then went back to examining her nails, letting me go over almost my whole life, but she got bored after about half an hour and started talking again.

"I thought it wouldn't take this long for your whole life to flash before your eyes," she said, clearly bored.

"What? Oh, sorry," I said, blushing.

"No you're not."

"Well, no."

"Aren't you the least bit curious?" Sophia asked, leaning forward.

"Curious about what? I finally know what I've been doing for the past sixteen years, well my whole life. What's there to be curious about?"

"There are a million things to be curious about!" she exclaimed. "For one, what was Hera doing with not only your memory, but Jason Grace's as well. Why does she want the Roman and Greek camps to merge? Why have they been kept apart? Who's Leo Valdez? What flying boat? Come on, Percy, think!"

"I have no idea," I said, not entirely sure what she wanted me to say anyway.

"Exactly!" she yelled with a joy not appropriate for the circumstances, standing up. "Don't you want to know?"

"Yeah, but it doesn't really matter. Once that Leo guy finishes the boat they'll come to MCS. I'll find out then."

"I won't," Sophia complained, more to herself than anyone else.

"Come to the camp then, I'm sure that if you could tell I was at your door you'll be able to tell when a flying boat is invading the city."

She just laughed at him for a minute before explaining. "There is no way in hell I am ever going to set foot on another a hero camp so help me god."

I just blinked confused at two things. The less important of the two was that she had said god and not gods, it had been awhile since I had heard anyone say oh my god, rather than gods, but that really didn't matter. What did was why she refused point blank to go to MCS.

"Why?" I asked, slowly.

"Why what?" she snapped.

"Why won't you, you know, set foot on another demigod camp ever again?"

"Oh, bad experiences," she said lightly, waving her hand.

"Okay," I said, not at all convinced.

"So, I'll be going now?" I said, well asked really, as I stood and hedging towards the door.

"Fine, fine," Sophia muttered, waving her hand at me this time, distracted.

"Thanks, again!" I called over my shoulder as I all but ran out of the apartment.

"Uh huh," I heard her mumble as I closed the door; she was still obviously deep in thought.

Running all the way back to the motel I was to winded to answer any of Reyna's questions for about ten minutes. Bobby just stared at me from the bed, still half asleep by the looks of him.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I told Reyna hurriedly since she had correctly guessed where I had gone. "But I just had to, you know?"

"No!" Reyna shrieked. "I don't know!" And once again Reyna began to rant about how I had no respect for my fellow demigods, my personal safety, quests (I think you get the idea), etc. when Bobby cut in.

"Reyna, sheesh, the real question you should be asking," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes, "is whether or not his little escapade paid off. And I think, by the size of the grin on his face, that the answer is a yes. Right, Percy?"

"Yes," I said, breathlessly.

"She actually helped you?" Reyna asked, her mouth a thin line.

"Yeah, well, yeah," I said. "And won't believe what else she did!"

"What?" asked Reyna curtly.

"She handed me this weird reflective thingy. It looked like a crystal ball, but it was metal."

"A veneficae speculum?" asked Bobby, whose voice was muffled because of the pillow he had plopped onto.

"A what?"

"A witch's looking glass," Bobby mumbled.

"Maybe," I said shrugging. "But that's not really the point. It's what she did with it that was so strange."

Reyna looked at me expectantly while Bobby snored a little bit.

"I saw a living room and a guy named Chiron, who is the teacher at the other camp was talking to Hera-"

"What do you mean, other camp?" asked Bobby, lifting his head off the pillow.

"Oh, yeah, you two wouldn't know about Camp Half-Blood. It's the Greek version of MCS," I explained. "I'll tell you about it after I finish the story. Like I said, Chiron and Hera, yes Juno I know, were talking and and having tea. It turns out Hera stole my memories, but Soph got them back for me. Anyway, Jason Grace is alive, Reyna! The same thing the happened to me, happened to him to, or something. He's at the Greek camp! And Hera and Chiron are planning on merging these two camps by sending some dude called Leo Valdez on a flying boat to MCS that's currently under construction!" I finished dramatically.

Reyna looked appalled, and Bobby was a mixture of confused and sleepy.

"So you're saying that there's another camp, only the Greek version?" asked Bobby, trying to figure it all out.

"Yep," I agreed.

"There are both Greek and Roman demigods?"

"Uh huh."

"And you and Jason, what, switched places?" he continued.

"Seems that way."

"So Juno and this Chiron guy want the two camps to come together?"

"Yes."

"Why?" Bobby asked, flopping back down on the bed.

"No idea," I told him.

"This doesn't make any sense," Reyna said, more to herself than anything.

"What?" Bobby and I said in union.

"Juno is supposed to be in Olympus, they cut off all communication months ago. What would she be doing in this Greek camp? What would Jason be doing in the Greek Camp?"

"Still got nothin'" I told her, sympathetically.

"Well, that's it," she said in a very final kind of way.

Bobby and I looked at each other, but seeing that neither of us had the answer turned back to Reyna.

"What are you talking about, Reyna?" asked Bobby sleepily.

"Percy said that the boat was under construction. Why do they need a boat to come? Why can't they just come now?" she said impatiently.

"Safety issues?" I wondered aloud.

"I say we forget that and go now," she said.

Bobby and I just gaped at her for more than just a second.

"Reyna," Bobby began gently, but I interrupted.

"I agree," I said. I was impatient to get back. Finally it made sense why I never felt like I fit in a MCS. I missed my friends, my mom, and my girlfriend. Home was what I wanted right now, and Reyna's way seemed like the quickest. "The only thing is, Hera seems to be making it a point to keep the location of both camps a secret from the other."

"Oh," Reyna said, face downcast.

Bobby, who still looked like he was trying to decide whether or not this was a good idea stopped and had a brilliant idea at the same moment. "Why don't you tell us about the camp, Percy. Maybe something will lead us in the right direction at least, narrow the location down?"

"Yeah, Percy, tell us about Camp Quarter-Blood!" Reyna said excitedly.

"First off, it's Camp Half-Blood," I said, shaking my head and laughing.

Sophia and Snake will both be back! When? Not sure, but they will. I'm thinking of doing a few chapters about what's going on back at Camp Half-Blood. Do you guys think I should? If you do from whose point of view and how?