A/N: So, this is the second chapter in the 10 chapter 7 days project, so I really hope you enjoy! Even though we've now reached 63 reviews, don't stop reviewing, even though there's not a contest anymore! I'd really appreciate it! Reccomended story: Reunion, by SimpleHedley. There are a bajillion things on fanfiction called Reunion, so just look up her homepage. Great story, I promise, don't forget to give her a bunch of awesome reviews! Anyway, this one might be a little short, but Percy's POV.

After a "hardcore" training session with Dakota from the Mars cabin, (aka, the wonderful Gwen's half-brother) Percy went back to his tent. For some reason though, despite his recent back breaking workout, he couldn't stop thinking about his encounter with Reyna this morning. What was that all about? It had been odd, uncomfortable, and to be honest, it had kind of freaked him out. When he had first met Reyna, she had seemed . . . guarded, and controlled, like all her other fellow robot friends. However, something had seemed different about her, after all, when all the kids were trying to convince her the Percy had been some sort of spy. But she had put her foot down, and outside of his tent, talking to Gwendolyn, she had called him "the one". Something had been driving her to trust him, he had thought. And he could trust her. Maybe she would be one of the only people at camp who would actually enjoy his presence, but he would have to work hard to make her trust him completely. That was what he had thought, until earlier that morning.

And that meeting had really been nothing but weird. Sure, she was the daughter of Apollo, but really, he creepy, overly-happy attitude wasn't really normal. Was she nervous around him or something? Or was she just testing him, trying to see how he would react to her little game? A cold, harsh voice broke through his thoughts.

"Hey! Jackson! I need to talk to you!" Percy groaned. Nothing like a fun, happy daughter of Mars to lighter up your day. Percy walked out his tent to face her, a little annoyed. What did she want?

"What, Gwendolyn?" Gwendolyn stared him down like an annoyed mother, like, you know what you did. "What is it?" She paused, as though processing what to say. Finally, exasperated, she spat,

"Who are you, Jackson? And what are you doing at our camp?" Her question surprised him. This wasn't the normal stupid kind of question that a child of Mars would ask. It was a demanding, tell-me-right-this-instant-or-I-will-stab-you kind of question.

"W-what do you mean?" He stammered. Gwendolyn's eyes narrowed, her lips gnashed into one thin line.

"Let's play a little game, shall we?"

"A game? What kind of game?" Gwendolyn looked like she was about to strangle him.

"Not like a board game, you idiot!"

"Then what kind of game?"

"JUST A GAME!"
"Ok."

"Ok." Gwendolyn relaxed her shoulders and took a deep breath. "So, how about I tell you where I'm from, and then you'll tell me where you're frem, OK? Ok. Before I came to the legion, I lived in Oregon with my mother, who was a professional gymnast, personal trainer, and kickboxer. What about you?" Percy froze. He didn't move. Where was he from. Where was he from? The only logical answer he could come up with was:
"I don't know." Gwendolyn looked smug.

"Alright, then. How about another question? What is your favorite color?"

"I don't know. Wait, blue, I think."

"When is your birthday?"

"I don't know."

"Where were you born?"

"I don't know."
"Do you have any pets at home?"
"I don't know!"

"Percy, how old are you?"
"I DON'T KNOW!" Gwendolyn stopped pacing in circles to look him right in the eye.

"Do you remember anything?" With that, Percy slid down the side of his tent, his head in his hands. Even though Gwendolyn had just asked him basically some of the simplest questions that could be asked, his not knowing the answers to basically any of them made him realize, he didn't know anything about his old life. Except for the possibility of a friend (or maybe even a girlfriend) in a sad, worried blonde girl lost in the woods. How sad and tired she must be, lost and defensless. She probably didn't even know how to use a knife.

"I woke up at that big run-down house of Lupa's one day." He finally said. "When I woke up, I couldn't remember anything. Not anything from my past. The thing is though, here, I can recognize things, like monsters and names and how to fight. And whenever I try to think of how I know them, my head starts to hurt so I stop. And then there was this girl . . ." Gwendolyn looked pensive, like she'd only processed the first few sentences.

"So . . ." she started. "You woke up at the Wolf House, and suddenly, you just, couldn't remember anything?" Percy nodded. "And what did Lupa say?"

"That if I came here I would find a way to get my memory back." Gwendolyn nodded.

"Percy," he looked up. "Do you know where you came from?"

"You already asked that question."

"Yeah, I know, but I mean . . . you just seem so different from everyone else here. And its not like you act more like a mortal, its like, you have been trained before, but trained differently."

"I would really like to tell you that I know that answer to your question, but honestly, I don't. Sometimes, it feels like all the information I need has already been planted in my head, but I don't know where it came from."

"We're going to do everything we can to help you, Percy, but for now, just train, like any other camper, and enjoy yourself, until we figure this out. I have to go. I'll tell you what? I'll give you a hall pass for the next period. Do whatever you want. I would personally want a nap after something like this happens, but it's up to you. And Percy?"

"Yeah?" A tiny smile played at her lips.

"Call me Gwen." Percy was confused.

"Does this mean that you don't hate me now?"

"Yeah. Sure."