~JASON~
"You lost your memories?!" Percy cried.
"All of them except my name." his sister replied.
"What is your name?" Annabeth asked.
"Alpha Trevors, but y'all can call me 'Aly' for short."
"Alpha?" I managed, trying not to be sick as the name rang through my head.
"Yup."
"How do you know you've lost your memories?"
"Well, I began to figure it out a month ago when I was thinking back to my first day of Kindergarten and couldn't remember. I thought it was odd, but dismissed it as a fluke. However, I would try to remember other things, like, learnin' how to ride a bike or learnin' how to swim, and I realized I couldn't remember."
"Why didn't you ask your mom?" Percy asked.
"Because my mom is my adoptive parent. She adopted me when I was 8, which is the first memory I have, but she said I was already enrolled in the elementary school near here, so I had to have gone to Kindergarten, even if I was in a foster home, which I can't remember either." she responded.
Eight...the number on her arm... I thought numbly. Percy brought me out of my thoughts before I could take them anywhere.
"Wait, your mom isn't your birth mom?"
"Percy!" Annabeth hissed. The look on her face said: Your pushing too far!
"It's OK. And no, she wasn't."
"Why do you say 'wasn't'-?" then he stopped.
His sister's eyes filled with pain.
"The chimera killed her." she croaked hoarsely. She didn't cry, but did look upset. Really upset. I could see it in her eyes.
"Oh gods.." Annabeth whispered. She reached out and gave her a hug.
Aly stiffened, but then hugged her back.
"Thanks," she whispered, then, after a moment, said: "Can we get out of here? I can't look at this place anymore. It's too painful."
"OK. We can take you back to Camp Half-Blood. It's awesome!" Percy said.
She nodded, then said:
"I am going to need some clothes. Obviously, mine are out of commission."
"We can go by the store and get you some." Annabeth said.
"I don't have any money." Aly said.
"We do." Percy said.
"Guys, I just met y'all. I can't take y'all's money."
I couldn't help but grin.
"C'mon, let us help you." I said.
"Fine. But on one condition: I want to your names," Then she turned to Percy, "and I wanna know how we're related, and how you were able to shoot water outta that sink without touching the faucet."
We all nodded.
"Anything else?" Percy asked, his tone teasing.
"A million bucks?" Aly asked jokingly.
I couldn't help but laugh, as did Percy and Annabeth.
"Sorry, sis, but that won't be happening."
"Aw, dang it!" she cried, laughing, as we began to walk out of the house.
"Wait! Don't we need to go by the hospital? You're really hurt!" I felt a strange sense of concern wash through me.
"I'm fine." she said irritably.
"Let me give you some ambrosia." Percy said.
He gestured to Annabeth, who nodded and pulled out a thermos.
"Ambrosia. The drink of the gods. It can heal wounds." she said.
We all looked her at her in surprise. She looked mystified.
"How'd I know that?"
"Maybe you read it in a book?" Percy said, shrugging.
"Maybe." she muttered, although she sounded as unconvinced as I felt.
He handed her the thermos and she unscrewed the cap and drank.
"Not too much." Percy warned.
After a few sips, she screwed the top back on the thermos and handed it to Annabeth, who put it in the backpack on her back.
Aly's wounds began to heal, and her face seemed to glow.
"Much better." she said, grinning.
"Now lets go to the store to get you some nice clothes." Annabeth said, as we all left the burnt house.
