I know what you want me to tell you. Everything was great. Throughout the week I was claimed, I became best friends with everyone, I fit in, and I loved it here. Well, I'd be lying if that's what I told you. Actually, the week was horrible. I couldn't believe five days could pass by so slowly! I was definitely not claimed any time this past week. As nice as people are here, it's still not easy making friends. I may have looked like I fit in because of my CHB t-shirt, but honestly I was doing better than most campers in every activity. This led to many people being wary of me.
Percy and Annabeth were convinced I needed one on one sword training after a few days of training with the other campers. One on one meant training with Grant. And I bet you're thinking 'lucky'. But really... I'm not. Training with him was the most awkward thing I have ever had to do. Well, I guess I wouldn't really know since I don't have my memories.
But, no matter, I'll catch you up on what you missed. Lets see... Grant had avoided me in every activity. He made sure that if I was at an activity he was not at the same one. I understand that he didn't want me to ask anymore questions, but he didn't have to be rude. It was becoming annoying.
The point is when Annabeth and Percy told him he had to train me, he couldn't say no. If he did his parents would want an explanation and what would he say? He would have to lie and I'm pretty sure Annabeth could sniff out a lie in an instant. So yes, Grant and I had been training for two days now and it was beyond awkward.
But, now it is Wednesday and I have been completely ignoring confrontation with Annabeth. She is brilliant and I don't want her to dig something up out of my past that I can't even remember. Honestly, I don't remember anything except from the day I arrived. Annabeth had been eyeing me all week and hinting at talking with her. Each day I put off meeting with her. But alas, it is the end of the week and I cannot avoid her any longer. Sicily and I trudge up to the Big House.
Helen. Everything is going to be fine. Be honest with her and tell her you don't remember anything. I'm sure it's nothing anyways. Campers probably lose their memory all the time... ehh... Okay, new strategy. Listen to what she has to say before I ever tell her anything. That'll have to do for the time being. I walk up the steps and face Sicily.
"Well I'll catch you later!" Sicily smiles at me and then jogs back towards the cabins.
"Yep." I slowly pick up my feet and move to the door. If a person was watching me, I would've looked like a snail going through molasses. I touch the screen door handle and pull it open; it creaks very loudly. I walk inside. Not sure which door to go to, I make my way over to the door with a sign that says "Annabeth's Office." Worth a shot, right? I knock.
"Come in." Her voice sounds like I interrupted something that needed her complete concentration. I go in and see architectural floor plans laid out on her desk. She looks up and smiles at me.
"Hey. Is now a bad time to talk?" I pull a chair from the corner of the room over to the front of her desk.
"No no no," She laughs. "I'm only sorting through some floor plans. Thinking about adding some new buildings. It's nothing." I look at the plans and can obiviously tell it's something. They are drawn so well and they look to be magnificent structures.
"Did you draw them?" I inquire, still intrigued by the buildings.
"Yes, I did." She says proudly. "Do you like them?" I hear hinting in her voice. Is this some kind of trap to get me to say something?
I reply with, "Anyone would marvel over the perfection of the the designs. I mean, anyone knowing that no mortal could draw like that." I show a convincing smile. Whether she believes me or she gives up on pushing the subject she moves on. But, if I had to guess which happened in her mind, I'd definitely say the latter.
"So how has camp been treating you?"
"I like it here. The people are definitely welcoming. The food is good. The activities are fun." And I ramble on like this for another minute. I won't tell you what I say because you'd fall asleep. Annabeth nods every so often.
"Mentioning activities, you've been excelling in almost every single one?" I am not sure whether this is a rhetorical question so I only nod my head.
"Most campers only find one or two things they are good at and it corresponds with their Olympian parent's talent. But you, you are making it very hard to decide whom your Olympian parent might be." Annabeth studies me.
"I"m sorry." I choke out.
"Oh there is nothing to be sorry about. You are just a very well rounded camper..." She trails off into deep thought. "It is like you were trained before you came to camp." She mutters this.
I pick up my head and am about to say I don't remember anything, when I stop myself.
"Not yet...no...this is much too soon to be spoiling my plans..." A dark voice whispers in my ear. I am in shock. Helen! Earth to Helen! Annabeth's talking to you! Snap out of it. I shake myself.
"Helen are you alright? You looked like you were going to faint."
"I'm fine. I just spaced out that's all."
"Are you sure? If there is anything you don't think you can tell me, you can. Trust me I've been through a lot. Matter of fact 'a lot' doesn't even cover it." She slumps back into her chair. "A titan war, and a giant war I've fought in, countless quests...seems like I've had to deal with everything..." She trails off into memories.
"There isn't a titan war going on now is there?"
"Of course not. That's all over and no one here at camp has to live in fear. Why?"
"Curiosity, really. Have there been anymore great prophecies?" Annabeth narrows her eyes at my question.
"Not that we know of." Annabeth softens when she sees relief in my eyes.
I only nod my head and stare at her bookshelves. Silence is filling the room.
"You still haven't told me where you come from."
"I don't remember."
"What is your definition of 'remember'?" Annabeth questions me.
"Remember as in I only remember the night I showed up at camp and the..."
"The what?"
"The portal trips." I sulk my head.
"Portal trips? What do you mean?"
"They're hard to explain." I then told her all about my portal trips. Except I left out the part of still hearing the evil voice in my mind.
"You never told us how that happened..." Annabeth looks deep in thought.
"You never asked..." Wrong answer. "Ummm... I thought they were only dreams, but now they seem so real retelling them to you."
"And when I try to remember things I get a pain behind my eyes. Like my memories are there but I can't see them. It's so confusing."
Annabeth gets up and shuffles me to the door. "It was good meeting with you Helen. I'll try to figure out a way to get your memories back, but in the meantime you should get back to your activities and enjoy the rest of the day." I turn around as she closes the door. I walk down the hallway, but turn around and peak back through the crack in the door. Annabeth is sitting in hair chair mumbling something, while rubbing her temples.
