The world was aflame.

Wreckage was strewn all around him. Flames danced amongst the carnage, jumping from storefront to storefront, temple to temple, body to body. Statues had crumbled, reminiscent of trees after a hurricane. The fires, some red and some green, illuminated the fallen city, making clear the sheer amount of blood that had been spilled, some red and some golden. The crackles of the flames were the only interruptions in the eerie silence of the scene.

A tall, golden statue was missing a head. A garden planted off to the side, planted in soil seemingly suspended in mid-air, was nothing but dust. A large gash was present in a Corinthian column on the doors of a large building on the highest point of the city, a gash that only served to emphasize the damage done.

The sky below the city was lit with lightning bolts, beams of energy, arrows of gold and silver. The sounds of crashing waves and booming thunder certainly drowned out any sound on the surface, and yet in the city, that battle was muted, far off in the distance. Part of another world. Here, there was only the fire, the corpses, the jet-black, otherworldly smoke, dark against the nighttime sky.

This was devastation.

It was a warzone, and none besides Percy Jackson could be seen.

He was on his knees, broken, unable to stand. His sword was coated in blood, resting on the ground at his side. No visible cuts could be seen on his chest, but his shirt was in complete tatters, more threads than any true item of clothing. He was gasping for air, still, nearly hyperventilating as he took in the carnage around him.

His face was smeared with blood, and his eyes held a haunted gaze to them, seeming far older than he truly was. Tears mixed in throughout, creating a swirling mass of red and gold on his cheeks. He cried like he was straight out of the womb.

Percy didn't know why, and yet, he wept.

But he reached for his sword. The fight was not yet done, but was only now beginning.

The world faded to black.

And the blind eye creates / The empty forms between the ivory gates.

- T.S. Eliot, Ash-Wednesday

Percy hated walking. Really. His feet hurt. He could've sworn there were multiple cuts on his soles. He missed his Nikes.

Him and Aika had been walking for a while now, nearly 40 hours. They had left the Thracian Chersonese Peninsula a couple hours prior, escaping the Spartan fleet while making their way alongside the Aegean coast. Percy had spent much of that run in the water, keeping his strength up and rejuvenating his body. Aika darted between the trees and rocks, moving with a grace Percy could hardly believe.

She reminded him of someone, or maybe multiple people - he couldn't remember.

He hated not having his memory. His brain felt like a museum gallery, albeit one unfinished - each memory as a painting being slowly hung up in the exhibit, each attributed to a different era. His memories with Aika were hung on one wall, while his later memories were hung on the opposite. And then like a Rembrandt or a Van Gogh, each of his dreams occupied individual spots in the middle.

His dreams struck him as concerning. So far, he had two - one of him in a hospital, with a girl begging for him to return, while the other was pure devastation to a city Percy sort-of recognized. It worried him. He had a gut feeling that these dreams were important; the level of importance was unclear though. Were they omens? Memories? Warnings?

Did they actually happen?

And if they did happen, which came first? Was he sobbing because he no longer could go back to that girl? Or was he in the hospital because of his injuries in whatever devastation hit that city?

Or were they just nonsensical dreams?

Percy couldn't figure it out.

He had to leave the water once they hit Eastern Thrace. No longer hugging the coast, he joined Aika in her run, doing his damndest to match her in speed and agility. That was a hopeless quest to begin with, and Aika could tell, choosing to slow down. They walked together, a comfortable silence settling between them, happy to have company in this strange world.

Percy looked over at Aika. Her black hair was tied back, ensuring she would be able to see at the speed she had been moving at. Her bow and quiver was slung over her back, while her belt of daggers still hung at her waist. She was dangerous, Percy knew - thank gods she wasn't against him.

Something was peculiar about Aika though. As he had been swimming in the ocean, keeping an eye on his companion, he would often lose sight of her. There were periods lasting minutes where he wouldn't be able to see her at all, something that really made him nervous. It wasn't like she was just hiding in trees - sometimes, it would be a nearly open plain or a beach, and yet she'd still disappear from view.

It must have been a survival trait. It could've been a possible demigod power, but Percy didn't see anything that would be explicitly considered an ability. And there was no proof that his eyes weren't just deceiving him - maybe she really had just taken a route heading away from the coast to avoid exposure, perhaps.

That wasn't anything to write home about. Right?

"Hey Percy."

Percy was brought back to the present. The pair were walking across flat ground, waist-tall grass tickling his waist. Aika's eyes had been scanning the environment for a half hour, searching for some cover to set up camp. She moved along in a crouch, trying to stay as low as possible, the grass almost covering her head. But now, her sky-blue eyes were locked onto him.

"What's up?"

"You know you're a son of the sea, that much was obvious since I met you… how did you know?"

Ah. He had expected this.

Percy shrugged. "It just felt right. I just knew I was safe in the water, like a gut feeling. And as soon as I dove in the water, him as my father just kinda… struck me. Like I always knew it."

Aika sighed. "That's what I assumed. I just wish I could figure my parentage out."

Percy could feel her anguish behind her statement. Why couldn't the gods get their shit together? Was it that hard to talk to their children? Why did even he have to figure it out himself?

But Percy knew he would help her find her father. Whatever he could do, he'd do to help her.

Percy looked to the sky. "I can't fly."

Aika did a double-take. "What?"

"I'm a son of the sea, my father's domain. But it feels… wrong to enter other domains. Like, flying in the sky, that's someone else's kingdom. I know I can't go there. It's the same gut feeling that calls me to the water."

Aika nodded. "That adds up."

Percy looked at her. "Are there any areas that make you feel that way? Like, a sense of unease when you go to them?"

She thought. "I honestly feel that way for the water. Like, I was on the trireme, but I needed to get off. That's half the reason I went after you."

"Anything else?"

"I'm not the biggest fan of open spaces either… I'm sure you noticed."

Percy looked at her crouching form hiding in the grass, chuckling. "Yeah."

"And that's all I got right now. But you have no idea how powerful that distrust in those domains is." She shuddered. "If I am in those domains, it almost feels like some kind of impending doom. Like, if I spend more time there than I have, I'll get killed."

Percy nodded, a concerned look adorning his face. He knew her strengths didn't play well with his, but he knew it was serious to pay attention to her.

"Land-only travel, then."

She nodded.

He thought more. He couldn't recall any gods with those domains. He knew for sure it didn't match any of the council - air of course favored Zeus, but something told him the King was more flashy than in the background. And Percy honestly didn't know too many of the minor gods.

But he really didn't understand why she didn't know, either. This was ancient Greece, as far as Percy understood. Were the ancient laws that Lupa talked about already in place, meaning they wouldn't talk to their children often? But if they were, why were Gods blatantly there at Aegospotami, exposing themselves to the world? Something didn't add up.

Who knows.

The silence lingered yet again over the pair. At this point, they were approaching the treeline, nearing the relative safety of the shade. The sky was beginning to dim, Apollo sinking beyond the horizon. Purples and oranges were coming in full force, slowly but surely eliminating the blue as sunset began to fall.

It was a beautiful scene.

Percy looked over at Aika one more time. "So what's your plan?"

Aika, finally reaching close to the treeline, stood from her odd crouch-walk. "Search for a god to talk to."

Percy did a double-take. "Just like that?"

"Yeah."

"It's probably a long walk to Olympus, you know."

She grinned, her teeth shining in the gathering darkness. "Better get your feet ready, sea boy."

Percy groaned. "Let's just set up camp for the night. I don't know if my feet can last any more today."

She rolled her eyes, but moved to start clearing some brush, acquiescing to his wishes. "I could use the..."

A scream cut her off. It was loud, one of both terror and pain. A flock of birds took off, dotting the sky, cawing. They hurriedly flew to the northwest simultaneously, as if spurred on by a predator.

Or a monster.

Aika suddenly stopped in her motions, putting a finger to her mouth while shushing Percy. He was already quiet though, hand curled around the xiphos he still claimed from the Athenians. He settled into a battle stance, straining to hear any sign of an incoming threat.

Aika had unclipped her bow from her back, pulling the string taut, an arrow already nocked. She slowly moved to a crouch behind a tree, ready to pop out whenever she was ready.

Some rustling could be heard in the grass, slowly growing closer.

They locked eyes. Percy nodded, and Aika nodded back. A silent signal of understanding passed between them. They were ready.

It was getting closer. The sound of pounding feet could be heard over the sound of the wind, the grass rustling as the gusts blew.

Closer, the footsteps came.

Closer…

Closer…

There!

A man came stumbling out of the grass, rushing as fast as he physically could. But it wasn't pretty. Blood covered the man's tunic, gushing from an open wound where his left arm used to be. His right arm was trying its best to stem the flow, but the blood just flowed through his fingers. His head was hurt too - a cut had opened along the left side. The man was gasping for breath, stumbling as fast as he could without falling. He looked like he had scrapes up and down his legs too.

He rushed forward into the clearing, stopping and falling to his knees as he saw Percy standing, sword raised. He locked eyes with Percy, eyes pleading.

"Help… me…."

He sank to the ground, fully collapsing as his injuries caught up with him, passing out. Percy rushed forward, sword dropping as he knelt beside the man, while Aika stepped out from her tree to help as well. Where his arm had been was clearly a bite mark, as if a beast of some kind had chewed it off.

"Aika, I'm going to try and get some groundwater to the surface to heal him. Keep watch."

She readied her bow once again. "Right."

Percy reached out with his senses, searching for any tenable connection to the water surely under the trio. Sure enough, a small pool of groundwater was a few feet down. Percy clenched his fist, feeling the tug in his gut as he brought the water up through the soil. The water swirled in the air above Percy's now-open palm, before he laid his hand on the open wound. There was enough to form a seal around the empty arm socket, and Percy could see the skin getting stitched up in real time, stemming the bleeding.

Percy shook the man gently. "Hey, man! Are you good?"

No response. He took the man's pulse and felt a thump. He breathed out in relief, sitting back on his haunches.

"Percy…"

Percy looked back at Aika, whose bow was now fully pulled back. She slowly moved to her right, getting closer and closer to a close tree. Her eyes were locked on the direction the man had stumbled in from. Percy swiveled his head back to the grass.

A horse stood there.

A brown horse, standing roughly above-average horse size, with roughly above-average horse weight, and roughly average horse features.

It was a horse.

Like, a pretty regular horse.

Percy looked back at Aika, whispering. "Yeah, Aika. It's a horse."

Aika looked at him. "No, Percy. Look closer. That isn't just a horse."

Percy looked back at the horse.

Oh.

Yeah, it wasn't a regular horse.

The bloodstains on its bared teeth and the red eyes probably should've tipped him off immediately.

The horse whinnied, its ears flattened, its lips retracted, its hoof pawing at the ground. And those eyes, they held a murderous glow to them. The horse snorted wisps of jet-black flames from its nostrils, before rearing back on its hind legs.

"Percy, run!"

The horse charged.

Percy dove to his left, dragging the man's body along with him. Aika shot her first arrow, connecting with the beast's shoulder, before disappearing amongst the trees. Percy figured she'd be fine, but he had to worry about the injured man. He propped him up against a tree as the horse's charge missed - he had to draw its attention away from him.

The horse quickly veered back towards Percy. He stood up, leaving the man, running back towards the grass from which they came.

"Hey! Blood horse! Over here!"

Another arrow came from the heavens, hitting the horse in the thigh. It whinnied, sounding pissed off, and charged. Percy escaped once more behind a tree, but the horse had anticipated the move, and had sent a kick out towards his general location. It hit the tree, and Percy gulped as he heard the wood crack.

He needed to end this, fast. Those kicks were no joke.

Percy looked back into the clearing, spying his sword laying near the center. He darted back into the clearing as an arrow shot over his head, an annoyed neigh following immediately after. He shot his arm out, diving for the sword. His fingers curled around the hilt.

"Percy, look out!"

Percy turned, but before he could even rotate fully he felt a heavy force hit him, almost like getting run over by a train. A heavy wall of horse smacked into him, sending him flying. He rolled and rolled, scrapes and bruises forming instantly across his torso and arms as they tried to slow him down. Finally, with a groan, he came to a stop, laying against a tree root in a rather uncomfortable position.

Percy shook his head, getting his bearings back, when he looked up, and the horse was right on him. A flurry of arrows was flying from behind a tree, but the horse clearly wasn't affected. He trotted up to Percy's body, head bent low.

Wait. Didn't Poseidon have something to do with horses?

"Stop!"

The horse paused.

A fuckin speaker?

Oh thank god.

"Yeah man, why are you trying to kill me?"

I'm sorry dude, I was just fuckin hungry. I'll just eat the others, damn.

"No! No eating people!"

What else would I fuckin eat, bitch? That's what I eat!

Gods, this horse was rude.

"Why would you eat people?!"

Why the hell wouldn't I, man? That's what horses do!

"No! That is not what regular horses do!"

The horse snorted in indignation, nearly setting Percy's pants on fire. Aika came out from a tree nearby, an arrow nocked and ready to fire once more, slowly advancing towards the horse.

I'm a mare, dumbass! Are you calling me abnormal? That's a dick move.

"You aren't normal! Horses don't have red eyes, or snort fire, or eat people! They eat grass!"

Fuck you!

"No, fuck you!"

The horse reared its head back in anger. By now, Aika was nearly right on top of them, her bow ready to fire at close-range.

Screw you, asshole!

"Aika, now!"

She leapt over his body, launching her arrow directly into the center of the horse's forehead, arrowhead sinking deep into its skull with an almost unnatural velocity behind it. The horse staggered back, neighing in pain, before losing its footing and collapsing onto its side.

Percy picked himself up, wincing at the bruises and cuts inflicted on his body. "Gods, I need to get more aware during fights."

Aika chuckled. "I'm sure you'd have been fine if the horse had a sword."

Percy sent a death glare at her, before grabbing his sword and walking over to the fallen horse. He stabbed it once more in the head for good measure, the beast collapsing into golden dust.

Aika looked around at the spot. "Well, that's enough excitement for one sunset. I need some sleep."

Percy nodded. "I'll take first watch. I'm gonna try and heal that guy up a bit more as well." He pointed to the man, still propped against the tree, a bit of drool hanging from his bottom lip.

"Sounds good. Let's get this fire going."

As Morpheus slept, the vision of a dream cajoled him,

beguiling his mind after flitting through the gates of ivory.

Nonnus

Percy woke up in a hospital bed, soft pillow under his head and smooth sheets over his body. The wall across from him had a large window, a golden pair of curtains rejecting the sunlight. The walls were a lighter gold, while purple and gold decorations were hung up. Shields, swords, and spears lay unused next to cabinets, surely stocked with medicines and treatments.

He groaned, tired from the experience with Aika. Or dream? They still felt a little like dreams, albeit very realistic ones. But dreams rarely last as long as that one. It felt like a full day, sunrise to sunset.

He moved to sit up, and felt a sharp pain from his chest, forcing him to flop back down. A broken rib - in the exact same spot that he got it while fighting the Mare.

Shit.

That complicated everything.

If his dreams weren't really dreams, then Percy truly had no clue what the hell was happening. It had to have been some divine interference, but he couldn't understand how. How could physical pain and injuries transcend time?

And if that was the case, then Percy had to really worry - that could get him dangerously in trouble. And he had to be careful - both for Aika and for whatever time he was in now.

This just got weirder and weirder.

He was brought out of his musings by the snarl of a dog. Two, actually.

Percy sat up, wincing although prepared for the pain, propping him up on his elbow. He was greeted with the sight of two dogs, one golden, one silver, that were seemingly robots. Not robots, automatons.

The gold one snarled at him. Percy was getting pretty tired of creepy animals.

Between the two dogs was a girl. She was dressed in similar armor to the two guards he had met outside the tunnels, but her armor was different, almost more ceremonial, if Percy had to guess. A purple cloak adorned her shoulders, reminding him of a sign of royalty. She had a different energy about her then the two people he had already met, a threatening aura and a level of confidence he had yet to see since his memories returned. She held herself up, looming over him in the bed. She had a tattoo on her arm, spelling SPQR, four black lines, and a crossed sword and a torch, the significance not obvious to Percy. Her black hair was tied up, while her sharp, obsidian eyes glared at him. Her piercing gaze almost made Percy long for the dogs instead.

She walked forwards, the dogs following close behind her steps. She came close to his bed, allowing him to fall back once more into the sheets, hissing as his rib flared up. He brought his hand up to his rib, while her piercing gaze turned to one of confusion.

"I could've sworn we healed you fully."

Percy made a face. "Recent injury."

She stared. "You've been in bed the whole time."

He shrugged. "Long story. Don't worry about it."

She looked at one of her dogs, who didn't make a sound. She nodded, before looking back at the injured man before her. She clearly wasn't happy about that statement being confirmed. Those dogs must double as lie detectors.

"Tell me who you are." Her tone was cold, calculating. She meant business.

This wasn't a conversation, this was an interrogation. Percy could fight, but he wasn't in the best shape. His fighting was still a little off still; he had flashes of the threads of where to swing his sword, how to use his powers, but those threads snapped nearly as soon as he found them. He knew it might take some time, and given such, he needed to rest. And rest would come by telling the truth.

"Perseus Jackson."

She narrowed her eyes at him, almost in recognition.

"My name is Praetor Reyna Ramirez-Arellano, daughter of Bellona. I will be asking you questions, and you will answer them truthfully. Should you fail to heed my demands, Aurum and Argentum will have an early dinner. Do you understand?"

Percy shivered at her tone. "Yep."

"Good. Where are you from?"

"The Wolf House? Lupa sent me here."

She nodded. "That's usual. Where were you before you went to the Wolf House? Most new demigods come far younger than you."

"I don't remember."

Argentum snarled, but stayed put.

Reyna frowned. "You don't remember."

Percy nodded. "I woke up in the Wolf House with no memories. I've had a really, really confusing couple of days."

"So what do you know then?"

Percy raised his hand, counting off each thing with a finger. "My name is Percy, I'm a son of Poseidon, I have a pen that turns into a sword, monsters don't like me, and I have really, really vivid dreams of ancient Greece."

"Neptune."

"Huh?"

"It's Neptune, not Poseidon. Remember that. You're in Camp Jupiter, near New Rome, the Roman gods exist. Don't insult them by calling them by their former names."

Percy stared at Reyna. He knew the Greek Gods existed, he had seen them. The Roman gods exist too? Too much was happening. "Right."

"Let me see your sword if you have it on you." She gestured to his pockets.

Percy moved his hand down to his pocket, hand grasping his pen. He uncapped it, Anaklusmos springing to life in his grip. Reyna didn't make a sound, but her eyes marginally widened.

"That's celestial bronze," Reyna said in awe. "Where did you get that? Did Lupa give it to you? That's an incredibly rare material."

Percy shrugged. "I've had it the whole time, it was in my pocket when I woke up. What's your sword made of?"

Reyna reached down to her belt, unsheathing a golden dagger, nearly a foot in length. "We use imperial gold, consecrated in the Temple of Jupiter on Capitoline Hill. I don't think we even have any weapons in the whole city made of celestial bronze."

"Where are we? You said New Rome, but I was in a service corridor when I passed out."

Reyna shared a small smile. "That wasn't just any service corridor. Can you stand?"

Percy nodded.

"Then come, let me show you."

Percy swung his legs over to the side of the bed, sheets falling off him as he hissed under his breath from his rib pain. Reyna knelt down, whispering a command to Aurum, who ran out the door, before standing and walking over to the window. Percy stood, following her. She looked over at him, a genuine, if thin, smile on her face.

"Welcome to Camp Jupiter."

She opened the curtains, and Percy went slack-jawed.

Beyond the window panes was a sight fully unexpected. Barracks were set up in a grid, teenagers milling about and talking with one another. Many were dressed in full armor, on edge from the attack just outside the maintenance tunnel. It felt like a full-on war camp, tensions high and . armory could be seen rather close by, swords being sharpened and quivers being assembled. Some fighters practiced sparring against one another, while some others were working out in a small clearing up ahead.

In the distance, Percy could see a river, stretching from one side of the valley to the other. A huge, flat field could be seen on the near side of the river, while a full-on town was across the river - centered around a large marble slab of a building, the grid pattern continued, but in a much more relaxed way. The town seemed from a distance like a pleasant place, full of brick, cobblestone, and seemingly purple ghosts? Percy rubbed his eyes at that.

There was also a hill to the east of the town, numerous temples dotting the hillside. The highest temple almost glaringly was devoted to Zeus (no, Jupiter!), while those of Mars and Juno could easily be seen from the window. Percy was sure there was one for at least the main Olympians.

It was beautiful. But it also felt off. Like there was something too unordinary about the whole camp.

This wasn't home.

Percy missed having a home. Maybe soon he'd remember it.

"Wow. Y'all really figured it out, huh."

Reyna nodded, a proud gaze appearing on her face. "This is ours. All ours. For all the demigods out there. They can come here and find safety for once in their lives."

Percy smiled. "I'm glad we have somewhere."

Reyna glanced at him. "How did you even survive until you got to Lupa's? If you're actually a son of Neptune, you're supposed to give off a pretty powerful scent for monsters to track."

"I have been told that I smell. All I've known since I woke up was running from monsters, so I'm as confused as you are."

Reyna nodded, but didn't respond. Percy turned away from the window, walking back to the hospital bed, before sitting down. He bit his tongue to prevent any acknowledgement of the pain he had just felt. He remembered Reyna's reaction to his name, and decided now was a good time.

"Reyna, do you know me?"

Reyna looked at him, lips pursed. She seemed to hesitate, thinking about what best to say, before shaking her head. "No. I don't."

Percy knew that was a lie. She might have seen him before he lost his memory, and if so, she was a link. A possible link. He'd press on her later about it.

A bark sounded from outside the room, before Aurum bolted back in. A scrawny, blonde kid ran in behind it, slightly out of breath. His clothes were wrinkled, and his hair was a mess. His fingers were twitching, akin to a drug addict needing a fix. He had an odd, wild look in his eyes, like he had seen some otherworldly horrors while in line for some coffee. He smelled like something that Percy couldn't place, and frankly didn't want to.

Reyna snorted, but hid it behind a cough. "Thanks for coming, Octavian."

Percy bit his tongue. Of course that was his name.

"Of course, Praetor. How may I be of service?" His voice was a bit nasally, a bit scratchy. It only served to create an even more unearthly atmosphere about him.

"Perseus, meet Octavian. He's our resident Augur, a man gifted with prophetic capabilities."

Percy blinked. "Uh, hi."

Octavian didn't respond to him. He looked at Reyna, a swirling look in his eye. "A graecus."

Reyna didn't miss a beat. "Octavian, talk to Perseus. Determine his abilities and his capability. Don't mess around. I'll be outside."

Octavian nodded, staring straight into Percy's eyes. It unnerved him. Reyna took that as her cue to leave, her and her dogs exiting the room.

Octavian's face broke into a creepy grin, beginning to walk around the hospital bed in a circle, his face locked on Percy at all times. He started talking, putting emphasis on each individual word, like he was carefully picking and choosing from the dictionary for an exact word.

"So, a Greek has made his presence felt. A presence full of pain, suffering, and loss, and yet one with untold amounts of compassion. Which shall win out in the end, I wonder? Hmm. Curious. Curious indeed."

Percy started. "Hey, buddy, I'm right here."

Octavian didn't respond, but kept on with his monologue, still staring at Percy.

"You would tear the world down for your friends. Your memory is preventing you from doing so, for your heart is full of vengeance. We must thank the Gods for their decision. They are the Wise for a reason. Praise to Jupiter, praise to Juno!"

He clapped his hands, stopping directly in front of Percy, staring into his eyes.

"Perseus, Perseus. The destroyer. He who shall destroy. What is your chosen form of destruction? Will you destroy the Legion, or your enemies?"

"Why would I…" Percy was cut off by Octavian's cry.

"Don't plead. Don't do that. Don't beg. Don't stoop to that level." He talked rapidly now, as if trying not to forget his lines. "I know. I know. I know what your future holds. I am the one who knows. You hold a choice in your future, one that will determine the future of us all. Remember this. You, Perseus, can destroy what you set your mind to. Remember this."

Octavian reached forward, grabbing Percy's chin with one hand, staring into his eyes.

"The gods have decreed you shall live. Thus, you shall become part of the Legion. But the gods are fickle creatures. Good luck, graecus. You will need it in your future. Scars run deep, and yours run deeper. Don't forget."

Octavian let go, violently snatching his hand back, before leaning against the wall behind him. The crazed look in his eye was gone, but was replaced by a dead stare, as if peering into Percy's soul. He looked down.

"You have questions for me."

Percy blinked, Octavian's words still bouncing around in his head.

Scars run deep, and yours run deeper. Don't forget.

Octavian snapped his fingers. "A name. There is a name."

Percy nodded. "Aika. Aikaterina."

Octavian's head snapped up. "Repeat that."

"Aikaterina."

Octavian surged towards Percy, grabbing his shoulders. He leaned in, barely even whispering in Percy's ears.

"Do not speak that name any longer here. Do not draw divine attention. No longer, if you care at all about getting your memory back."

Octavian stepped back, wild look in his eyes. "I need to do research. Consult with me tomorrow."

With that he walked hurriedly out of the medical building.

Percy sat, stunned. How did this scarecrow serial killer know who Aika was? And what did she do?

What did Percy get wrapped up in?

Reyna walked back in, a concerned look on her face. "What happened here? Octavian looked like he saw a ghost."

Percy shivered. "I think he might have."

Reyna let out a quiet laugh. "Did he allow you to join the Legion?"

Percy nodded.

Reyna put her hand on his shoulder. "Ave, Perseus Jackson, son of Neptune. We will see if a Cohort will take you when we meet the Legion."

Percy smiled. "Let's do it."

A/N: I had so much fun writing Octavian's character. Drop a comment, I appreciate y'all! I'm going to try and update once a week, although the wait may go a bit past that should finals get in the way. Peace out.