Disclaimer: SB no own PJO...got that?

Hello again, people! Another chapter for my awesome readers and reviewers! But I'm only giving you part 1 of this chapter *cue evil laugh*.

This chapter is dedicated to AnimalBuddy32! Where would I be without my awesome reviewers?

Percy POV

Have you ever had it when there was something that you couldn't quite recall? It's on the tip of your tongue, but you just can't remember. Now imagine having that problem with all of your memories. It sucks.

But slowly things have started to push its way back into my head. I start to remember small things like how old I am, and what the pen that is always in my pocket is for. Little stuff like that.

I was now stuck in this Roman camp, no thanks to the god or goddess who put me here. The demigods here are tough. They have no mercy for weaklings even if those weaklings are amnesiac. I had to prove myself worthy. Honorable. That's what these soldiers cared about. Honor, justice, and all that jazz.

I became "honorable" when they saw my sword-fighting skills. I could beat anyone at the camp, as long as there was some water available. I was a son of Neptune, after all. Neptune. That name never sounded right. Whenever someone asked me who my godly parent was, I always opted to say Poseidon. But that was Greek, they all said. I was the son of a Roman god.

I was also proved honorable when the campers realized that I was invulnerable, wherever that came from. I only remember that there was a girl involved. The same girl who haunted many of my retrieved memories. I still couldn't remember her name, but she had to be someone important. Maybe her name was Bethany or something. I couldn't remember.

But I recently had been wondering where I had gotten those grey streaks in my hair. I couldn't believe that I hadn't noticed it before. It wasn't until Reyna told me.

Flashback

"Percy?" Reyna said with a quizzical look on her face.

I finished strapping on my armor. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she blushed. "But why do you have streaks in your hair?"

"What do you mean?" I said. I had black hair, right?

"Percy, there are grey streaks in your hair! Why on earth would you put grey highlights in you hair?" She really wanted answers.

I took my bronze helmet and looked into it. Sure enough, there were a few streaks of grey running through my messy black hair.

"How am I supposed to know?" I said. Reyna was my friend, but she could get so bothersome sometimes. "Reyna, I can't remember anything!"

She realized that she had asked a dumb question. "Oh, yeah, I forgot. But seriously, you are 16, right?"

"Of course," I huffed. "What's that got to do with it?"

She snorted. "Just making sure,"

I rolled my eyes. "R-i-i-i-ght,"

"Oh, shut up, Fishhead," she snapped. "Just forget it. Come on, we've got legion training to do," she dragged me off to the training field.

End of Flashback

I didn't care about the look of the streaks in my hair. Some of the Venus kids even said that they looked attractive (I'm pretty sure they were being serious). But I was annoyed because I had a feeling that they were important. Like something happened and it was very painful. And the very same girl who I found was a part of my other memories was included. She was the reason. She was the price I had to pay in order to receive these streaks. I cared for her enough to endure extreme pain.

As the days dragged on, I knew that I couldn't mope around. I couldn't worry about this mysterious girl. I needed to train. I needed to prove that I was not an outsider. I needed to be honorable, no matter how crazy and prideful that seemed. I needed to be accepted or nothing good would happen to me.

I pray, to whoever this may concern, that they please give me my memories back. I need to know who this girl is. She seems to be a very important part of my life and if I figure out who she is-that could answer all of my questions. I would know who I am. I would know if I loved this girl.

End of Part 1

There you go! Tune in next time for Part 2!

OK...venting time. I hate spell check! Officially! I write the chapter in Open Office and spell check tells me that all the words must be spelled in the Canadian form (i.e. honourable, armour). But then I upload this onto FanFiction and it tells me that I must spell everything the American way! Grr...Seriously I'm proud to be American/Canadian and all, but why must the English language be changed! It drives me insane! OK, I'm done. Thank you for bearing through this for me. As a gift, you can rummage my refrigerator for something. ;D