Warning: Certain ancient Greek names matches words use of foul language but no foul language was intentionally used. Also if you haven't read them yet read 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Early Adventures' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Lightning Thief' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Sea of Monsters' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Titan's Curse' and 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Magical Labyrinth' as well as the one shots 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Stolen Chariot' The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Sword of Hades', 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Bronze Dragon' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Last Olympian' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Staff of Hermes' 'The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Lost Hero' and 'The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Quest for Buford' before reading this story as stuff that happened in them will be mentioned. Lastly, any one who wants to do a Demigods and Olympian reads story using 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon' is allowed as long as you inform me about it.

A/N (I recommend reading this): I'm going to MAKE THIS CLEAR. Just like I mention on my bio page about every other fanfiction I done: I DON'T OWN THE PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIAN SERIES OR IT'S CHARACTERS as the rights goes to Rick Rioran. Also I suggest you guys start paying attention to the Author notes and my warnings that I left on EVERY chapter of EVERY story.

Keep in mind it would be hard to be original with Hazel's and Frank's Flashbacks in this story. Sorry if this chapter is too much like the book

Sorry for reposting this chapter, but I had to add something at the end.

Percy's's POV Part IX

I already felt like the lamest demigod in the history of lame. The purse was the final insult.

We'd left R.O.F.L. in a hurry, so maybe Iris hadn't meant the bag as a criticism. She quickly stuffed it with vitamin-enriched pastries, dried fruit leather, macrobiotic beef jerky, and a few crystals for good luck. Then she'd shoved it at me:

Here, you'll need this. Oh, that looks good. The purse—sorry, masculine accessory bag was rainbow tie-dyed with a peace symbol stitched in wooden beads and the slogan Hug the Whole Word. I wished it said Hug the Commode. I felt like the bag was a comment on my latest breakdown. As we sailed north, I put the man satchel as far away from me as I could, but the boat was small.

I still couldn't believe I broke down like I did. I tried to keep it together when we saw the giant army, but the moment they were gone, I just broke down.

I couldn't help it though. It was hard enough that I somehow knew that those evil centaurs and Cyclopes were rogue ones that gone against Olympus. But that giant Polybotes… that giant—I could tell right away he was the bane of my father. He gave me the feeling of the opposite when I felt when I stood in the ocean. My energy practically drained out of me, leaving me weak and feverish, like my insides were eroding.

Iris' medicinal tea had helped my body feel better, but my mind still ached from my missing memories.

Worst of all, the farther north I went, the more memories faded. I had started to feel better at Camp Jupiter, remembering random names and faces. As if someone put built a dam to hold all my memories and when I made it to camp the dam started breaking until I decided to go on this quest and someone fixed the dam hole (Why do I got the urge to laugh at that last statement?). What's worse is now the dam seemed to be blocking my memories of Annabeth, making it harder for me to remember. At R.O.F.L. when I tried to send an Iris-message to Annabeth, but Fleecy had just shaken her head sadly.

It's like you're dialing somebody, she said, but you've forgotten the number. Or someone is jamming the signal. Sorry, dear. I just can't connect you.

I had hopes that the signal was being blocked. After all, Don the Faun said someone was blocking an Empathy link so maybe whoever it is—I put a denari on Juno—is also blocking any Iris-message to someone to my past.

And yet, I fear that unless I get this memory problem solved, the closer I get to Alaska the more my memory of Annabeth will fade.

I tried to push the fear in the back of my mind though and concentrated on the quest as I silently reminded myself that Juno said I would get my memories back if I succeed in Camp Jupiter. I just hope she is good to her word.

It was early in the morning of June 21, now. We had to get to Alaska, find Thantos, locate the legion's standard eagle, and make it back to Camp Jupiter by the evening of June 24. Three days. Meanwhile, the enemy had only a few hundred miles to march.

I guided the boat through the strong currents off the North California coast. The wind was cold, but it felt good, clearing some of the confusion from my head. I bent my will to push the boat as hard as I could. The hull rattled as the Pax plowed its way north.

Meanwhile, Hazel and Frank traded stories about the events at Rainbow Organic Foods. Frank explained about the blind seer Phineas in Portland, and how Iris had said that he might be able to tell us where to find Thantos.

"She also brought up another name who might of knew you, Percy," Frank said, "Someone name Halcyon."

I frowned. It was familiar, but I can't place where I heard the name. Yet at the mention of the name that line 'One of the seven greatest demigods of your generation… possibly of all time'.

"Did Iris say anything else about Halcyon?" Hazel asked.

"Just that he must have choose to stay in the underworld," Frank said.

"Which means he's dead," Hazel said.

Leaving us to deal with Phineas. Part of me wished Halcyon was alive. If he was part of my past, then he could fill me in. Maybe he can get us a proper prophecy for this quest since Mars denied Octavian to do so.

At that moment, another memory flashed in my head: Knowing too much of the future is dangerous.

I placed my hand on my forehead as another jabbing pain hit me. I just hit something important, again. Something about my past. Something whatever is keeping my memories from me doesn't want me to remember.

If Hazel and Frank noticed, they hid it as Hazel started talking about Fleecy.

"So this Iris-message worked?" Frank asked.

Hazel gave me a sympathetic look. She didn't mention my failure to contact Annabeth.

"I got in touch with Reyna," she said. "You're supposed to throw a coin into the rainbow and say this incantation, like O Iris, goddess of the rainbow, accept my offering. Except Fleecy kind of changed it. She gave us her—what did she call it—her direct number? So I had to say, O Fleecy, do me a solid. Show Reyna at Camp Jupiter. I felt kind of stupid."

"I prefer using the first one," I said.

"Either way it worked. Reyna's image appeared in the rainbow, like in a two-way video call. She was in the baths. Scared her out of her mind."

"I would like to see her scared expression," Frank said.

"Anyway, we told Reyna about the army, but like Percy said, she pretty much already knew," Hazel said. "She wasn't even surprise to hear it was the Bane of Neptune that was leading the attack. However, it doesn't change anything. She's doing what she can to shore up the defenses. Unless we unleash Death, and get back with the eagle—"

"The camp can't stand against that army," Frank finished. "Not without help."

"Even with help, unless Terminus is in a helping mood against Polybotes, the camp has a slim chance," I reminded him.

"Terminus?" Frank asked.

Hazel then had a look that told me she realize what I meant. "Terminus is a god."

I nodded as I explained what Reyna and my conversation before we left the camp.

"The problem is, Terminus is the god of boundaries. The only time he can leave his post is when a camper leaves camp," I said. "Other than that, the only way to get Terminus to help the camp against Polybotes is—"

"If we bring Polybotes to Terminus," Frank said. "That's probably why Gaea gave her son an army of the size we saw—to outnumber the Romans and keep them away from the only god they can count on to help."

We sailed in silence after that.

I kept thinking about the Cyclopes and centaurs. I thought about Annabeth, the faun Grover, and my dream of a giant warship under construction.

Reyna said I came from somewhere, but I couldn't remember enough about my past to call for help.

I fingered the beads on my necklace, the Legionaire tablet, and the silver ring Reyna gave me. Maybe in Seatle I'd be able to talk to her sister Hylla. She might send help—assuming if she wasn't still holding a grudge against me and will kill me on sight.

After a few more hours of navigating, my eyes started to droop. I was afraid I'd pass out from exhaustion.

I prayed: Dad, if you can, send something to take us Portland so I can get some sleep?

At first nothing happened. But then Hazel yelled: "Look over there!"

I looked to see a line of fin in the water. Then what came out of the water was a sea creature with the upper-body of a horse and lower body of a fish. It's scales were a familiar rainbow color and it was big enough to carry a pegasus.

Frank took out his pilum from his bag.

"Wait," I said. "I think I know this creature—Hippocampi."

The creature nodded it's head and spoke in my head: You do, Lord. I'm Rainbow. I helped you before. And now I'm here to help you get to your next destination.

I smiled and relayed the message to my friends. They were cautious, but they agreed to use Neptune's gift.

I had made a makeshift rope harness and strapped it around Rainbow's neck. I told him where we needed to go, which Rainbow only agreed to take us close to Portland as he could due to the water pollution there, which we agreed on since it would give me time to sleep.

…

My dreams started off normal—no flash forward or anything.

I was young in the dream, possibly seven. I must of heard something and was investigating it because I had my trusted sword Riptide drawn and was creeping along the wall of a warehouse into a dark alley that lead to a dead end at a loading dock piled with old scrap metal.

Just then there was a loud CLANG. A sheet of corrugated tin quivered on the dock. Something—or someone—was underneath.

For some reason I decided to investigate it myself as I crept toward the loading bay until I stood over the pile of metal with Riptide raised—ready for anything—as I lifted the sheet of tin.

When I did that, a blonde blur came out with a hammer. Instinctively, I parried away the hammer with my sword.

What surprise me was that the thing that attack me was a little girl around seven years old. She had blonde hair that curled at the end like in princess movies, only she was wearing warn out clothes that seen better days, and her eyes were stormy gray.

Annabeth.

I recognized her from the faint memories I had of her. Only Annabeth seemed younger.

Either way, it would make my heart skip a beat with delight if it wasn't for the fact that Annabeth was scared and trying to kill me with a hammer.

"No more monsters!" she screamed while swinging her hammer some more at me. I manage to block it with Riptide each time.

"It's okay!" I manage to say (with no control over what I was saying in my dreams) despite having a hammer swinging at me, "My name is Percy Jackson!"

"Monster!" she wailed.

"No!" I promised. At first I thought of trying to calm her down so she won't do anything we'll regret when something about the way she was acting seemed familiar. As if I lived the fear she was showing.

I must of hesitated, because Annabeth manage to knock Riptide out of my hands with her hammer and was about to bash me in.

"No!" I responded.

At that moment I got a tugging feeling in my stomach as the pipes in the alley burst spilling water on Annabeth without harming her, other than knocking her down. Annabeth looked at me with surprise as the tugging sensation ended and the water succeeded.

"How—how did you do that?" she asked.

"I'm a demigod," I explained. "I take it that since you're scared of monsters, you're a demigod too?"

Annabeth nodded.

"Where's your family?"

I found myself regretting asking that because her expression turned hard and angry. Her chin trembled. "My family hates me. They don't want me. So I ran away. What about you? Your family hate you."

I hesitated for a bit before answering: "I'm far from home due to being chase by monsters. It was my step-daddy's fault. If he had picked me up when he was supposed to, I would still be home."

I didn't know where the words came from, but some part of me knew it was right.

"Really?" Annabeth asked.

"Yeah. But it's okay. I'm traveling with two companions who promised to take me home," I explained. "My name is Percy Jackson—son of Poseidon."

Okay, why did I just call my dad by his Greek name and not by his Roman name?

I had no clue, but it didn't seem to bother Annabeth as she smiled. "Mine is Annabeth Chase—daughter of Athena."

At that moment the dream shifted to another scene. I guess whoever was blocking my memories was making sure I don't find out too much of my past, which was a shame. Only this time my dreams seemed unfocused and kept changing.

Now I was fourteen—I would guess—on Mount Tamalpais, north of San Francisco, fighting at the old Titan stronghold. That didn't make sense. I hadn't been with the Romans when they attacked, but I saw it all clearly: A Titan in armor, Annabeth and two other girls fighting by my side. One of the girls died in the battle. I knelt over her, watching as she dissolved into the stars.

Then I saw the giant warship in its dry dock. The bronze dragon figurehead glinted in the morning light. The riggings and armaments were complete, but something was wrong. A hatch in the deck was open, and smoke poured from some kind of engine. A boy with curly black hair was cursing as he pounded the engine with a wrench. Two other demigods squatted next to him, watching with concern. One was a teenage guy with short blond hair. The other was a girl with long dark hair. Judging from how close they were next to each other, I say they been dating for quite a while.

"You realize it's the solstice," the girl said. "We're supposed to leave today."

"I know that!" The curly-haired mechanic whacked the engine a few more times. "Could be the frizzrockets. Could be the samophlange. Could be Gaea messing with us again. I'm not sure!"

"How long?" the blond guy asked.

"Two, three days?"

"But they may not have that long," the girl warned.

Something told me that she meant Camp Jupiter. Then the scene shifted again.

I saw a boy and his dog roaming over the yellow hills of California. But as the image became clearer, I realized it wasn't a boy. It was a Cyclops in ragged jeans and a flannel shirt. The dog was a shambling mountain of black fur and was easily as big as a rhino. The Cyclops carried a massive club over his shoulder, and yet I got this feeling that I should know the Cyclopes and the dog and not as our enemy. The Cyclops kept yelling my name, calling me… brother?

"He smells farther away," the Cyclops moaned to the dog. "Why does he smell farther?"

"ROOF!" the dog barked.

My heart sank. I don't know why but I wanted to yell at the Cyclops and tell him where I was going.

But before I could, my dream shifted again.

Now I saw a range of snowy mountains, so tall they broke the clouds. Gaea's sleeping face appeared in the shadows of the rocks.

Such a valuable pawn, she said soothingly. Do not fear, Percy Jackson. Come north! Your friends will die, yes. But I will preserve you for now. I have great plans for you.

In a valley between the mountains lay a massive field of ice. The edge plunged into the sea, hundreds of feet below, with sheets of frost constantly crumbling into the water. On top of the ice field stood a legion camp—ramparts, moats, towers, barracks, just like Camp Jupiter except three times as large. At the crossroads outside the principia, a figure in dark robes stood shackled to the ice. My vision swept past him, into the headquarters. There, in the gloom, sat a giant even bigger than Polybotes. His skin glinted gold. Displayed behind him were tattered, frozen banners of a Roman legion, including a large, golden eagle with its wings spread.

Either this was Alcyoneus and I'm in Alaska or I'm a fool.

We await you, Alcyoneus' voice boomed. While you fumble your way north, trying to find me, my armies will destroy your precious camps—first the Romans, then the others. You cannot win, little demigod.

…

I lurched awake in cold gray daylight, rain falling on my face.

"I thought I slept heavily," Hazel said. "Welcome to Portland."

I sat up and blinked and looked around. After the dream I had, I wasn't sure what was real. The Pax floated on an iron-black river through the middle of the city. Heavy clouds low overhead. The cold rain was so light, it seemed suspended in the air. On my left were industrial warehouses and railroad tracks. To my right was a small downtown area—an almost cozy-looking cluster of towers between the banks of river and a line of misty forested hills.

There was no way Rainbow could take us this far on its own.

"How did we get here?" I asked.

Frank gave me a look like, You won't believe this. "Your horse-fish friend took us as far as the Columbia River. Then he passed the harness to a couple of twelve-foot sturgeons who pulled us for a long time. Hazel and I took turns sleeping. Then we hit this river—"

"The Willamette," Hazel offered.

"Right," Frank said. "After that, your dad must have pulled some strings or something with some nature spirits because the boat kind of took over and navigated us here by itself. Sleep okay?"

As the Pax guided south, I told them about my dreams only leaving out when I met Annabeth as I wasn't completely sure if that was a dream or an actual memory. I tried to focus on the positive: a warship might be on the way to help Camp Jupiter. A friendly Cyclops and a giant dog were looking for me. I didn't mention what Gaea had said: Your friends will die.

When I described the Roman fort on the ice, Hazel looked troubled.

"So Alcyoneus is on a glacier," she said. "That doesn't narrow it down much. Alaska has hundreds of those."

I nodded. "Maybe this seer Phineas can tell us which one."

The boat docked itself at a wharf. The three of us stared at the buildings of drizzly downtown Portland.

Frank wiped the rain off his flat-top hair.

"So now we find a blind man in the rain," Frank said. "Yay."