For Ariana and Suede, who didn't deserve what they went through.

For Mackenzie, who deserves to have a mom

AN: Chapter re-upload. It wasn't showing up for some people.

There were probably several terrifiying experiences that Percy had gone through in his lifetime. The only recent ones were from the last three months. The first was when he just woke up at camp. He was there, like literally there at the bottom of one of the seven hills. It wasn't one won of those being passed out and waking up things. No. This was fully awake in a place where you knew you just couldn't be there. It was impossible.

"What?" This guy—not much older than Percy—said with a dazed expression on his face. He scampered off before Percy could respond, which probably be something like, "whut?"

He had shaken off that thought, and came back to the original thought. What was he doing here? Then he knew he shouldn't have been, but why? Why shouldn't he have been there. This place looked perfectly fine. An aboundance of hills, green grass, teenagers that speak and run away. Nothing that says to get the hell out. Except the large feeling in his stomach.

Fight or flight?

There wasn't anything around to fight. There wasn't anything to be afraid of. So what was there to run away from? Nothing. Then again, where would he run to? In fact as he thought about it, he didn't have the slightest clue where he had came from or why he was brought here.

Or what he was doing in the area.

Or what he did yesterday.

Or where he lived.

Or who his mother was.

Or who he was.

That's partly what became so terrifying about this event because he knew that usually when someone loses their memory they don't usually remember that have a mother and a stepdad. That they have a chemistry test the day right after winter break ends, and that they need to pass it so they don't flunk chemistry for the term. And in general they don't remember that most people who lose their memories aren't supposed to remember these things.

Who are you? That brought the second most truly terrifying thing. Lupa and her voice. Those big eyes that are as cold as the moon. They reminded him of someone else. Someone who also had eyes like the moon. Someone else, whose first glance brought intimidation and mistrust.

They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul. Percy wasn't sure how true that particular statement was, but there was definitely something in these eyes that showed who Lupa was.

And it wasn't a loving natured soul that he saw, but it also wasn't an evil force.

"I'm Percy." He said. That sounded right because it wasn't what his brain was thinking. His brain was thinking a thousand different things like how wolves shouldn't talk, but he's seen weirder. Wait what's weirder than that? And how he really just shouldn't be here right now, and that certain people and monsters would be looking for him. Wait. Monsters?

Luckily for him his lips weren't thinking a thousand different things at a million miles per hour.

Percy what? How did you get through the borders?

Too bad this time his lips and his brain couldn't answer the wolf's questions.

"It's just Percy. I don't know the rest. I don't know how I got through the borders. I was just here, and before that I was… Not here?" Although, he managed to keep his voice from breaking or quivering, and managed to stand up tall, the truth was he was scared. Scared because he was Percy on a hill talking to wolf and nothing else.

"He's lying!" One of the teenagers—decked out in gladiator appareal—standing by the wolf accused.

Silence, the wolf said but not like a shout—more like a simple command. I heard his heartbeat. He is telling the truth. Never once taking her eyes off of Percy she turned question speech back to him. So tell me Just Percy, what do you want?

He wanted to say that he could use some answers, or what this place was.

"My identity."

The second one was the first dream he had that night at camp.

Percy couldn't fall asleep that first night. Maybe it because it was really cold and this blanket did no justice. Or because a giant wolf interrogated him hours ago. Either way, sleep wasn't going to come easy for, and of course, sleeping was the one thing he wanted to do. Isn't that how it works? You get amnesia, and suddenly you get a whole bunch of memories that make you feel warm and cozy on the inside after a goodnight's worth of sleep.

Or get that one kiss that brings everything back. However that didn't seem likely because no one at this place knew him.

When finally he did fall asleep, he had a dream, but not one that warmed his heart. Unfortunately he would also be plagued with this dream for the next three months.

In this dream, Percy was no wearing any shoes, which was unfortunate because the sand he stepped on was not the sun-baked, soft ocean sand. It was cold, hard sand that was mixed in with rocks, and ow! What must have been very sharp fragments of precious stone. He made that conclusion based on the not fragments of rubies and ugly raw diamonds that dotted the landscape in random clumps.

Trees were dispersed in clumps too. Some just ordinary trees, others were bearing fruit. Fruit that looked really good. In fact if one of the pomegranate trees that weren't so far way he would be happy to pick one off…

That would be if he could gather the courage to walk the two hundred feet to the nearest one, but the atmosphere of doom and gloom weren't exactly helping him. The fog that was grabbing onto him, and the pitch-black sky wasn't doing any more justice.

Thanks to the darkness of the place, he guessed that it was still nighttime. Or maybe that was just a really huge ceiling because there was no moon, no stars. Altogether with the discomforting silence of this place, Percy felt very, very alone.

He didn't know why, but he started to walk away from where he was standing and over to a river that flowed by, taking him farther away from the fruit trees. Water had this weird calming effect on him. It always made him feel better. Maybe it was because the only thing he could do right at camp was the canoe racing, or maybe it was something else. Truthfully he didn't give two craps, he just liked being near the water, and that was good enough.

The water didn't criticize him for not knowing who he was, the water didn't brutally beat the crap out of him during sword and spear wielding practice, and the water certainly didn't accuse him of being a liar. Also the water didn't think he was a freak and avoid/sneer nastily at him. Which was much how his fellow campers had acted towards him so far. With the exception of Reyna. This girl that was far too excited about every aspect of camp, and showing him just how awesome it could be.

"Okay you have got to watch this!" Reyna said, dragging Percy over to watch the sword fight currently going on. "It'll be awesome! Justin and Tyler are in the arena. It'll be crazy!" Percy just nodded in a response.

During the whole thing—which Percy decided consisted of two people trying to get as close as they can to killing each other, but not legitimately killing each other—Reyna made comments as to what they were doing, and the rest of the crowd cheered every time something violent happened. This is when Percy had decided that absolutely every one of them was psychologically disturbed.

"That was awesome! Yes!" Reyna had cheered when Tyler had gotten a hold of both swords and had them directly pointed at Justin's throat, ending the match.

But besides Reyna, everyone else was like—on a scale of one to one hundred—one hundred and ten percent distrustful of him. Percy didn't even know how that worked anyway, but it sounded perfectly reasonable despite the fact that math might argue against it.

And when he caught on to their attitudes all he thought was: not again. And then immediantly: wait, what do I mean not again?

So Percy had decided that people should just be more like water. More like this river. He had begun to lean over and touch the nice, calm water, but a voice had interrupted him.

"I would not do that, hero. Not unless you want to forget everything." The female voice had sounded warm and familiar. It made him feel safe, but at the same time also had a stern quality to it that only a mother could have. A warning that touching that water would get him in a lot of trouble.

When he had looked back behind him there was nobody there.

Sighing, he had turned back around and nearly screamed loud enough to wake the dead because right there in front of him was a young girl shorter than he was looking up patiently at him. Although he didn't know it at the time that that was Bianca di Angelo, and she certainly was not the matronly voice.

"Hi Percy."

Percy moved a few feet back.

"Who are you?" He asked, trying not to show that his heart was beating out a very fast paced rhythm. "And how did you just get here." He pointed to where she was standing.

"I could ask you the same." She shrugged, not making such a big deal out of the thing. "Only I can actually answer your question."

"Okay," he answered because he was waiting for her to tell him. "So who are you?"

She paused for a few seconds before deciding to say, "what color is my necklace?"

He looked at her blankly, and gazed down towards her neck, and of course there was no necklace that she was wearing. Percy looked at her hands to see if she was holding one, and then at the ground to see if maybe the girl had dropped it, and no, there was no necklace there.

"You're not wearing a necklace."

"Just tell me the color."

"There is no necklace." Percy argued. He was losing his patience at the girl, who kept her cool.

"The color, Percy. What is the color?"

"I don't know!" He barked at her. Percy could feel his cheeks blazing. "And to be honest, I don't care about your jewelry. I just want to know who you are—like you said you would—okay? And how do you know my name?"

Still keeping her calm she said, "I never said I would tell you. I said I could answer your questions, but if you can tell me what color my necklace is, then I will gladly tell you who I am. And I won't even have to tell you how I got here because you will know."

"You're not wearing a necklace." Percy glared at her, still not happy at this. "If you were wearing a necklace, I would gladly," he mocked her voice and smile, "tell you what color it is."

She just shook her head.

"Oh dear Percy." She sounded awfully sad even though she kept a sweet smile. "If you know the color, you know the name. If you know the name, you'll know everything you need to know. Although I'm afraid that our meeting has to be cut short tonight. It's time for you to wake up."

And the last thing he thought before waking up was that the air smelled a lot like death.

Then there were those other scary experiences like Zoë under the water, Bianca bursting into flames, and his sword not working when it really should have just worked, but then again that would mean life was making things a bit easier for Percy, and that would be outrageous.

Still none of those scary feelings could compare to this.

And this was the evilness known as shadow traveling.

Although Percy did agree with Bianca that it was a rather fast form of travel. Though albeit a truly terrifying thing. And like all things unpleasant to Percy, a vaguely familiar feeling.

Moments later the three of them were standing outside the area of upstate New York. The campus hadn't changed since he was first there in 2005. The forests were still green and vast, the grass was still cut to be exactly the same height- each and every blade. The brick covered buildings still had ivy clinging to the side of them. And—much like the first time Percy had ever set foot on the campus—Percy did not want to be here.

"Okay. Next destination!" Percy said, turning his back on the school.

"Not so fast," Bianca said as both her and Zoë grabbed an arm and turned him around.

"Tell me about." Bianca insisted, but not in annoying way.

That was the last thing that Percy wanted to do right now. Describe this place. What should he say? 'Well this is the place is personification of hell on Earth, and everything just went downhill from here. Only I don't why or how it went downhill. It just started here.'

"This is Yancy Academy. I went to school here for a whole year before I got kicked out. I hated it here." He said glumly.

"Where did they take you on a field trip?"

"The Metropolitan Museum of Fine Arts." He answered automatically without thinking about it. "Which is where I got my sword because Ms. Dodds was actually a fury and actually trying to kill me, and not just via math-related material." He's quite surprised with how he was able to remember all that. He can see it now. See those memories play in his head.

"Very good." Bianca smiles, and grabs each of their hands. Then they're shadow travelling again, and Percy wonders if this time his skin is ripping off of his face.

Then the terror ends, and what he sees fills him with warmth and happiness because he knows exactly where they are (again), which is an accomplishment all by itself (and for the second time today.).

Montauk. That's where they are. The ocean is beautiful as always. Today in the dead of March it's a gray-green, which is probably the prettiest thing he's seen since he lost his memory.

He wishes his mom was here. She would love to see it like this.

But then he remembers how this is where Grover came in, and somewhere along the lines he lost his pants, and half of him was part like pig or something to that extent and then they left because the minotaur was trying to eat them.

And then… Then the minotaur killed his mom.

He explained all of this to them. Bianca nodded and took them off again.

This time he didn't know the place, but it had a familiar draw to it, like it was pulling him towards it.

"What are you doing?" Zoë hissed at Bianca. "Thou told me no one else could know about him! Have thou lied to me?"

Like always Bianca kept her calm, though Percy was kind of freaking out on the inside.

"Calm down we won't go any closer. We couldn't. This mist is shrouding us from seeing if anyone is standing watch at the hill."

Zoë seemed to relax a little bit. Which meant she wasn't throwing death glares at anyone, but still ready to attack anything that might show the slightest interest in coming near her. Percy decided that it might be a good time to back away as Zoë was mad and he was a male.

He looked through the tree branches that were obscuring his vision from the place Bianca and Zoë had been debating. Still he was only just drawn to it but for no particular reason. He was careful not to step on anything, and slowly walked a few inches farther. Just to get a better view. Or at least that's what he had told himself.

The three of them were in a forest so if this "mist" was shrouding their vision, he was pretty sure this forest was hiding them from anyone who was looking for them.

Although he didn't see why there would be anyone here. There was absolutely nothing interesting about this place. Absolutely no pretty ocean, either. Or at least as far as he could see.

The whole place looked about as tourist friendly as the bottom of his shoe. Snow still covered the ground, but not pretty sparkling, white snow. This snow was end-of-the-winter snow. It was melting and slushy and mixed in with dirt.

"Percy," Bianca said, bringing his attention to her. "What do you know about this place?"

"Nothing," he shrugged, turning back to see the large hill with a single pine tree on it.

AN: It's been quite a long time since I updated, but to be fair I had started on this chapter back in July. Just to be clear when I said I wanted 102 or however many reviews I meant individual reviewers, and that's why I didn't update sooner. Though I do appreciate those who reviewed multiple chapters as they read. I am quite lazy and wait till I get to the latest chapter to review.

And also I just want to throw out that if any of flame, I might suggest that you just don't. I used to flame, but it's just plain out mean to do. Although I have never gotten a flame, I know that they can be hurtful and awfully rude to read. I say this because one of the people I have dedicated this chapter to committed suicide over the summer due to cyberbullying, and I think flaming counts as that.

Also you should vote for you favorite pairing on my poll because I like weird pairings, and I don't think you'd want to read about them.

Reviews are golden, which means review because then I update.

You know you love me,

Bia