The Persian Prince
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Chapter 3: A sight of a old, dear friend
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When Percy woke up again. The room was not the same room as before.
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This one had Light lime green walls, peacock green bedsheets, which was complemented by pillows with eyes of the peacock feathers stitched on the a black background.
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A window the size of at least 2 doors on the far left looked out on a glorious and amazing garden, which was blooming with daisys, roses, lilac, hydrangeas, lilies, and much more. Some plants, like a silver on up front, was not seen by Percy until now.
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He got out of the bed. He was wearing a light grass green tunic.
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Something pulled in the back of his mind.
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Didn't he have a babysitter that favored the color green?
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He didn't remember much of when he was with his mother, just glimpses.
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Her smiling. Laughing. How her emerald eyes sparkled with humor.
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And someone else. A boy with pitch black hair, dark brown eyes, and pale skin.
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Percy remembered cuddling with the boy at night. He remember calling him Nico, his saving angel.
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His name was Nico DI Angelo, after all.
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He remembered nico dying in a fire, and slightly promising to never forget him, and to never love again.
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But, no memory of a babysitter.
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"Oh my gosh. Percy, you're up." A familiar female voice said.
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Percy turned to see who said that.
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A woman about 5' 7" with Strawberry blond hair, and lilac colored eyes stood in the doorway. She wore a knee length dress the color of, surprise, blueish green.
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"Who are-?"
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The woman sighed. "Your father did go through a lot of trouble to erase your memory. Why, I won't imagine. I use to babysit you."
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Percy looked at her. "Au-aunty Juna?" He shuddered. She smiled.
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"You do remember. I remember when you nicknamed me that. At the time, you couldn't pronounce your o's."
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Percy blushed at that. Aunty Juna looked the same. She didn't even look older.
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Memories came flooding towards him, like possessed water.
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Her playing with him. He insisted on 'How to be a demigod' and 'kill Medusa' and so on.
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How she would teach him about the monsters of Rome, and how to kill them.
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Aunty Juna hugged him.
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"Aunty Juna, why are you here? And how-"
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'Couldn't pronounce the o's ' she had said.
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"Sorry. Lady Juno?" Percy felt nervous.
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She laughed lightly. "I dont like the formality.
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Percy blushed again. A new voice came into the conversation.
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"Juno, sweetheart? Why are you in here?" A man about 5' 9", white blond hair, and stormy blue eyes, walked into the room.
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"Jupiter, honey, you remember me talking about Percy, right? He was the kid I babysitted for."
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The god nodded. Well, at least Percy thought he was. No one was named Jupiter besides the god.
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"But you're late for dinner." Juna's eyes widened.
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"Oh gosh, how could I have forgotten! Percy, come with me." Percy nodded. "We'll get you something to eat."