EDIT: Omg I am SO, SO sorry for the problems with this chapter. For some reason, the text was showing as a messy jumble of code on mobile, and the desktop website didn't show this chapter at all. I have re-uploaded the chapter and extend my apologies. Thank you so much Klaine-is-a-kind-of-magic for pointing it out!

AN: Omg Hi! This is going to be a long author's note so please bear with me. First of all, I am so happy to be back. I also wanted to point out that, since I started this story back in 2013, neither House of Hades, Blood of Olympus or City of Heavenly Fire had come out. In the previous chapter, I kinda just winged it and made some wild guesses, but now I can actually take those books into account. In the first chapter, I implied this story takes place in 2007, but I think it's necessary to make an adjustment, because COHF ends in 2008. Also, I am aware that there are sequels to both series, but I don't think I will be taking those into account, because some details wouldn't fit this story and some others I simply don't like. I will probably take into account some minor details from Trials of Apollo, like Lester being at camp, but not the plot. I will probably go back and fix some minor inconsistencies (like the year) and correct some typos while I'm there.
This is kind of a filler chapter (no romance, sorry) that I just needed to get out of the way, but I have tons of ideas for this fic and I'm so excited to start posting again! Please review with your thoughts, I would love to hear some opinions! Enjoy!

Breakfast turned out to be quite the opposite of my expectations. After the horn sounded, everyone in the Hermes cabin lined up. Magnus and I stood at the end, since the line was arranged by seniority. We walked together towards a giant pavilion full of tables. I noticed a bonfire in the middle of the pavilion. It looked weird. Even if New York had been chilly before we arrived, the air at camp was warm, so I didn't get why a fire would be needed. Apparently, it was some sort of weird tradition or something, because the fire was not being used to cook the food, either. It was bizarre, but the food seemed to come out of nowhere.

We sat down at our table, which was moderately full with kids from the Hermes cabin. These kids' ages were all over the place, but they all seemed younger than Magnus and me, which gave me a feeling of uneasiness, remembering how everyone had been freaking out about our ages the previous night. Connor and Travis –the Travis twins, as I had begun calling them out of habit- seemed to be the oldest in the cabin. Observing the other kids, I could tell that some of them had a slight resemblance: about a third of the kids in the cabin had similar-looking eyebrows and the same smile as the Travis twins. Most of these kids had blonde hair, although the twins' was brown. If I had to guess, I would say that all those kids had the same heavenly parent, or whatever Chiron had been talking about last night.

We were told to order food as if we were in a restaurant, but there were no waiters. Magnus seemed very entertained by this.

"I want Belgian waffles!" he waited a few seconds and then clapped his hands cheerfully as a pair of waffles, accompanied by syrup and a scoop of butter, appeared on his plate. "Ok, now I want a milkshake." He continued listing random breakfast foods and watching them appear, until he eventually discovered he could make adjustments to whatever food was already on his plate. "Now make my orange juice green!"

"You know, Percy was also fascinated by it when he first arrived a couple years ago." I head a familiar voice say from behind us. I turned around and saw Annabeth, who was now wearing a purple shirt with gold letters and some antique-looking emblem. Apparently, she had walked over from her table –which was a few tables away from ours and significantly emptier- but, since I had been staring at Magnus play with his food, I had not noticed.

"Oh, Annie, it is magnificent!" Magnus continued clapping his hands every time he got excited, and Annabeth made a sour face at the nickname.

"Ummm, I just came to check on you guys. To see how you were doing after last night. Have you remembered anything?" She asked in a worried tone.

"No," I said defeatedly "I don't even remember dreaming"

For the first time since breakfast started, Magnus looked sad. For some reason, I had a feeling that I had seen him sad before, even if I didn't remember why. Last night, after we were given our beds, I had tried to sleep rather unsuccessfully before Magnus and I started talking. During that time, I tried to search my head for clues about our whole situation: was Magnus my friend? My lover? Could it be possible that someone was messing with our heads to make us think we liked each other? Could it be possible that we were actually nothing? Oh, by the Angel! What if we were not supposed to be around each other? I started breathing rapidly, silently freaking out at the possibility that maybe we didn't remember anything because we had hated each other, or we had done something bad, and now we were being punished, forced to walk among a bunch of strangers with only each other's company.

"Alec?" Annabeth whispered softly, bringing me back to reality. "Are you ok? You're breathing really fast." She said, which was true. I needed to calm down, because even though our current situation made me desperate, I wasn't doing myself any favors by giving myself a panic attack.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I lied, looking straight at Magnus, any trace of his momentary happiness completely gone. "Look, Annabeth, I am trying, but I don't remember anything, and truth is, I'm not even sure who Magnus is." Magnus looked completely hurt by this statement, and that eased my tension a little bit. Maybe our connection was nothing bad after all.

"Actually, don't worry about it," Annabeth seemed to remember something. "I spent most of the night trying to get some answers about you two, so I called a friend." She straightened her back and turned around to leave with no further explanation. "Come to the Big House when you're done with your food." She started walking away. "And don't take too long!" She added, and it was probably aimed at Magnus, who had just opened his mouth to add some other ridiculous glittery color to his food.

I asked for some waffles and ate them in silence, as quickly as I could. I practically had to tear Magnus away from his rainbow waffles, which were still unfinished. He pouted at me but sat up from the table nonetheless. The Travis twins protested about us leaving early, but I guessed they were a little bit scared of us since the mouth-sealing and lipstick incident. Truth be told, I felt a little bit uneasy about it myself. Magnus seemed to have some sort of magic power that he could not control, or at least he did not remember how.

I knocked on the door of the Big House when we arrived, and in the daylight, I could tell it was in even worse condition than I thought. Whereas last night the paint simply appeared to be cracking, now I could tell there were actually huge chunks missing. The wooden door looked unvarnished, as if it was going to give me a splinter just by touching it.

The door opened, and I was expecting Chiron, but it was just Percy. He quickly said "good morning" to us and led us inside, to the same room we had been sitting in last night. Annabeth was there, talking to a tall blonde guy. His hair looked a little messy, as if he was trying to grow it out, and he wore small, square glasses. Behind them, his eyes were electric blue, a color that looked almost unnatural, like colored contacts, but he wasn't wearing any. Annabeth turned her attention towards us.

"Jason, this is Alec and this is Magnus. They are the demigods I was telling you about." She gestured towards us, and the blonde guy, Jason, apparently, extended his hand towards us, and I could see he had the same burned tattoo that everyone else did, except his was full of tally marks compared to Annabeth and Leo's single mark.

"Jason Grace, Pontifex Maximus." He introduced himself in a serious tone. Overall, he seemed like a serious guy, but not unfriendly. He actually reminded me a little bit of Percy, he had the same distracted look.

"You're a priest?" I couldn't help but ask, incredulously. He had called himself a priest, but he didn't seem old enough to be one. If I had to guess, I would say he was about eighteen, but it was really hard to tell because, at that moment, his expression seemed to be made of stone.

"You speak Latin?" Magnus asked, with a very surprised look on his eyes, and it took me a moment to realize that I understood what Jason had said: Pontifex Maximus - High Priest.

Annabeth frowned, not for the first time since meeting her. "Well, sit down. It appears we have a lot to talk about."