He used to be a nice guy, huh? He probably still was, but he was under Kronos's spell or something, because the I last time I saw him, he had a look in his eyes, a look that wanted someone to help him.

"Alright, well I just needed to know a little bit, thanks Percy." I said and moved on.

"Wyatt, we have to keep moving." Artemis told me, I nodded. "Yeah, this place isn't exactly safe."

I looked over to Annabeth and Thalia, "Uh...Annabeth?" I spoke softly. she looked over to me, but didn't say anything, "We have to keep moving, are you okay?"

She hesitated, but she nodded in agreement, "Yeah, I'm okay..." She sounds horrible. We all moved out, that girl Rachel led the way, after what felt like three hours of walking around, we stopped somewhere. Artemis and the hunters kept to themselves, which is understandable. But Artemis isn't talking to me as much.

Is it weird to want all of her attention?

The only hunter not with us, is Thalia, she was with Percy and Annabeth. I hung around the back a lot. I don't know why I feel as if it's my duty to watch over them.

Anyway, we set up camp and decided it was safe enough to get some shut eye.

When I went to sleep, I was me...But not me, it's me before I changed. shorter hair, looking more tired, but...I looked determined. I was by the River Styx in the underworld. Is this a memory?

There was no audio, it was like one of those really old T.V shows, the black and white ones without audio. I was standing there, talking to...Achilles? Whoa. Cool! I seemed to be arguing with him. I wish I could them. But of all memories, why this one? Actually what am I doing here...Oh...Should've got it right away, since Achilles was there.

I was in the process of getting the curse of Achilles. But why show me this? I mean I already have it...But if I have it, why did I almost die? I was told that I have a weak body, but this curse of Achilles, it cures diseases, and makes sure you never get sick or...Get heart attacks...Another memory popped into my head, I was outside of cabin eleven, laying on the ground, trying to call for help, I watched myself. I was laying there for ten seconds when I disappeared.

I shadow traveled...But why? Or how? Man, remembering this stuff is going to be a pain.

'You don't have to remember...I do...' the other me said

Exactly how are you talking to me?

As I said multiple times, I am you.

Sigh...We're not going to get anywhere like this...Actually, we don't need to, I have to wake up and ignore you again.

'That's what you think.' is all he said before memories flooded my mind, I was fighting Ares, god of war. He now hates me, along with most of his children, and then I saw another, I touched the Golden Fleece and I got hurt from it, that one was strange.

Names flooded my mind, places flooded my mind...Promises flooded my mind...Luke, he wanted me to take care of Annabeth, and I also tried to help him before, "I'm too far gone." He once told me.

The next I was with Annabeth, Thalia, Grover and Percy. We were at an evil looking castle, Westover Hall...I remembered, that is where we found Bianca and Nico...And that is where all the stress started. Annabeth almost died, after I could've have easily saved her from that, but I was being dumb and didn't get in the car with them. At that time I was actually not comfortable with them.

I never felt like we were actually friends...I guess losing my memories was a good thing, because now. We're pretty good friends. Another memory popped into my mind, I was with Artemis, I was carrying her like a princess, "Put me down!" She ordered, but she sounded so cute.

As I slowly put her down, something in her opened up, and at that time, something opened up in me too. That's when I wanted to stay by Artemis, I started liking her even more. But a demi-god like me can't have her. Why? Because I'm mortal...Well was...I mean, heh. Before and now. I see that I've been rebuilding our relationship, without actually knowing.

Which is why I stayed by her side for so long, I love her.

All the memories returned and I was now awake and completed. I looked around and saw that no one else was up, I made my way to Artemis's tent. She was sound asleep just like the others, I still don't get why immortals have to sleep.

Anyway, I spoke softly beside her, "Did I keep you waiting, m'lady?"

Artemis seemed to recognize me, she stirred in her sleep, "Wyatt?"

She still didn't get up, it was like she was having a dream about me. "Artemis, remember when I held the world for you?"

Her eyes flattered open and then she looked at me, "You..."

I put my finger to my lips, "Yes."

I'm not sure she was sad, happy or mad. She has that expression again, the one where I can't tell what she's thinking, or feeling. "You're back...?"

I smiled brightly at her, "I was never truly gone. I told you, I'll always stay by your side, m'lady. Or...My queen?" I laughed lightly, and gave her a teasing smile.

A tear trickled down her cheek, "It is you." She said it like she was in disbelief this entire time. I nodded, "I'll always watch over you." I told her gently.

I'm not sure she meant to, but she hugged me furiously, I knew she was going to yell at me, so I put up a black bubble around us, so no one can hear us. "Don't! Ever put me through something like that again! For six months I waited for you! And then you didn't remember anything that happened between us...But..." She started to calm down. "But it also helped us, it would seem that this was for the best...Because you now know what happened, and you still have your memories after you lost them. Right?" She asked worriedly.

I swear this immortal girl will always surprise me, I mean I can't tell when she's mad or sad, kind of. "Yes, I still have those memories, along with my old ones." I said.

But I don't get why she was worried, I mean I can't die. Artemis let out a shaky breath. "G-good...I think we should get going, they'll be wondering why I was mad at-

She stopped short when she tried to walk away, "What is this?"

"One power that seals off our presence and our sound, so basically we're in our own little bubble." I explained to Artemis, she examined it, "Interesting, so no one can hear us? And not even a monster can sense me?" She asked.

I nodded, "Exactly, not even another god can sense you."

I guess she really likes this power, "Hmm..." She said and rubbed her chin, "When you move, does this bubble also move?"

I've never thought about that, since it's been a while since I used this power. "I've never tried." I said.

"How long does it last?" She asked. "As long as I want it to, it doesn't run on a timer, it runs on my power, and right now I have a lot. Even more before I lost my memories." I told her.

Artemis seemed impressed, "Just how much power are you going to gain before you're finished?"

I chuckled, "That is something only the fates can decide. Now I think we should get back to the others, or do you want to do something else?" I raised my eye brow, she looked confused, but then she shoved me playfully, "Shut up! Let's go to the others now."

She was smiling, I guess she missed me? Anyway, after we were done, I gathered everyone around, even that mortal. "Sorry for doing this, I know we're short on time, but I just wanted everyone here to know that, I got my memories back."

"We can't waste any time, so we can wait until later to celebrate my return. We have to get moving." I said and looked at the only mortal here, Rachel. She looked away shyly, but she still led the way. We walked for about ten minutes before Percy told everyone to stop.

I went to check why we stopped, but then I saw Percy holding a Rasta cap, the one Grover always wore. "He should be alright-

"We have to follow them," Perry said. "They went that way. It must have been recently."

"What about Camp Half-Blood?" I said. "There's no time."

"We have to find them," Annabeth insisted. "They're our friends."

She picked up Grover's smashed cap and forged ahead.

The tunnel was treacherous. It sloped at weird angles and was slimy with moisture. Half the time we were slipping and sliding rather than walking.

Finally we got to the bottom of a slope and found ourselves in a large cave with huge stalagmite columns. Through the center of the room ran an underground river, and Tyson was sitting by the banks, cradling Grover in his lap. Grover's eyes were closed. He wasn't moving.

"Tyson!" Percy yelled.

"Percy! Come quick!" Tyson waved at us.

We ran over to him. Grover wasn't dead, thank the gods, but his whole body trembled like he was freezing to death.

"What happened?" Percy asked.

"So many things," Tyson murmured. "Large snake. Large dogs. Men with swords. But then…we got close to here. Grover was excited. He ran. Then we reached this room, and he fell. Like this."

"Did he say anything?" I Percy asked.

"He said, 'We're close.' Then hit his head on rocks."

Percy knelt next to him.

Percy shined his flashlight around the cavern. The rocks glittered. At the far end was the entrance to another cave, flanked by gigantic columns of crystal that looked like diamonds. And beyond that entrance…I felt power coming from there…It wasn't evil power, it was calm power.

"Grover," Percy said. "Wake up."

"Uhhhhhhhh." Grover groaned.

Annabeth knelt next to him and splashed icy cold river water in his face.

"Splurg!" His eyelids fluttered. "Percy? Annabeth? Where…"

"It's okay," Percy said. "You passed out. The presence was too much for you."

"I—I remember. Pan."

"Yeah," Percy said. "Something powerful is just beyond that doorway."

I was staring at the entrance, there was once a god named Pan, in the last Great War, is was because of him, the gods won, he let out a horrible scream that scared off all the monsters and titans. He is Pan, the god of the wild.

Percy helped Grover up, and let him lean on him. They slowly went towards the entrance, should we go with them? I hesitated, but Artemis didn't "After two thousand years, we found him." She mumbled to herself.

I followed them in and seemed to stop breathing, in front of me was walls glittered with crystals—red, green, and blue. In the strange light, beautiful plants grew—giant orchids, star-shaped flowers, vines bursting with orange and purple berries that crept among the crystals.

The cave floor was covered with green moss. Overhead, the ceiling was higher than a cathedral, sparkling like a galaxy of stars. In the center of the cave stood a Roman-style bed, gilded wood shaped like a curly U, with velvet cushions. Animals lounged around it—but they were animals that shouldn't have been alive. There was a dodo bird, something that looked like a cross between a wolf and a tiger, a huge rodent like the mother of all guinea pigs, and roaming behind the bed, picking berries with its trunk, was a woolly mammoth.

On the bed lay an old satyr. He watched us as we approached, his eyes as blue as the sky. His curly hair was white and so was his pointed beard. Even the goat fur on his legs was frosted with gray. His horns were enormous— glossy brown and curved. There was no way he could've hidden those under a hat the way Grover did. Around his neck hung a set of reed pipes. I can't believe it…Although I did once tell Grover he would be the one to find Pan.

Grover fell to his knees in front of the bed. "Lord Pan!"

The god smiled kindly, but there was sadness in his eyes. "Grover, my dear, brave satyr. I have waited a very long time for you."

"I…got lost," Grover apologized.

Pan laughed. It was a wonderful sound, like the first breeze of springtime, filling the whole cavern with hope. The tiger-wolf sighed and rested his head on the god's knee. The dodo bird pecked affectionately at the god's hooves, making a strange sound in the back of its bill. I could swear it was humming "It's a Small World."

Still, Pan looked tired. His whole form shimmered as if he were made of Mist.

Artemis was kneeling so I did the same, all the hunters followed our example. Even Annabeth, Tyson and Percy were kneeling. "You have a humming dodo bird," Percy said stupidly.

The god's eyes twinkled. "Yes, that's Dede. My little actress."

Dede the dodo looked offended. She pecked at Pan's knee and hummed something that sounded like a funeral dirge.

"This is the most beautiful place!" Annabeth said. "It's better than any building ever designed."

"I am glad you like it, dear," Pan said. "It is one of the last wild places. My realm above is gone, I'm afraid. Only pockets remain. Tiny pieces of life. This one shall stay undisturbed…for a little longer."

I realized what Pan was saying, he was fading…I started to feel a little sad, Pan looked past everyone and saw me, "Wyatt Knight…It's a pleasure to meet you…Don't feel bad, everyone knew something like this would happen."

I was too stunned to speak, all I could do was nod. He smiled kindly and then turned back at Grover. "My lord," Grover said, "please, you must come back with me! The Elders will never believe it! They'll be overjoyed! You can save the wild!"

Pan placed his hand on Grover's head and ruffled his curly hair. "You are so young, Grover. So good and true. I think I chose well."

"Chose?" Grover said. "I—I don't understand."

Pan's image flickered, momentarily turning to smoke. The giant guinea pig scuttled under the bed with a terrified squeal. The wooly mammoth grunted nervously. Dede stuck her head under her wing. Then Pan re-formed.

"I have slept many eons," the god said forlornly. "My dreams have been dark. I wake fitfully, and each time my waking is shorter. Now we are near the end."

"What?" Grover cried. "But no! You're right here!"

"My dear satyr," Pan said. "I tried to tell the world, two thousand years ago. I announced it to Lysas, a satyr very much like you. He lived in Ephesos, and he tried to spread the word."

Annabeth's eyes widened. "The old story. A sailor passing by the coast of Ephesos heard a voice crying from the shore, 'Tell them the great god Pan is dead.'"

"But that wasn't true!" Grover said.

"Your kind never believed it," Pan said. "You sweet, stubborn satyrs refused to accept my passing. And I love you for that, but you only delayed the inevitable. You only prolonged my long, painful passing, my dark twilight sleep. It must end."

"No!" Grover's voice trembled.

"Dear Grover," Pan said. "You must accept the truth. Your companions here understand." And that's when he noticed Artemis, "Why Artemis, It's been a long time, how are you?" He asked.

Artemis sighed, "Even though you're in this condition, you still ask those questions?" She said but still smiled, "Yes it's been a long time my friend, I've been good. It was nice to see you again, hopefully someday we can meet again."

Pan nodded, "Likewise, but…You've changed…For the better."

Artemis's eyes widened but she didn't say anything.

Grover just realized what Artemis said, 'hopefully we can meet again someday.' "But gods can't die!" Grover said.

"They can fade," Pan said, "when everything they stood for is gone. When they cease to have power, and their sacred places disappear. The wild, my dear Grover, is so small now, so shattered, that no god can save it. My realm is gone. That is why I need you to carry a message. You must go back to the council. You must tell the satyrs, and the dryads, and the other spirits of nature, that the great god Pan is dead. Tell them of my passing. Because they must stop waiting for me to save them. I cannot. The only salvation you must make yourself. Each of you must—"

He stopped and frowned at the dodo bird, who had started humming again.

"Dede, what are you doing?" Pan demanded. "Are you singing Kumbaya again?"

Dede looked up innocently and blinked her yellow eyes.

Pan sighed. "Everybody's a cynic. But as I was saying, my dear Grover, each of you must take up my calling."

I slowly backed up, I know what he's going to say to me, I don't want to hear it…

"But…no!" Grover whimpered.

"Be strong," Pan said. "You have found me. And now you must release me. You must carry on my spirit. It can no longer be carried by a god. It must be taken up by all of you."

Pan looked straight at Percy with his clear blue eyes, and I realized he wasn't just talking about satyrs. He meant half-bloods, too, and humans. Everyone.

"Percy Jackson," the god said. "I know what you have seen today. I know your doubts. But I give you this news: when the time comes, you will not be ruled by fear."

He turned to Annabeth. "Daughter of Athena, your time is coming. You will play a great role, though it may not be the role you imagined."

Then he looked at Tyson. "Master Cyclops, do not despair. Heroes rarely live up to our expectations. But you, Tyson—your name shall live among the Cyclopes for generations. And Miss Rachel Dare…"

Rachel flinched when he said her name. She backed up like she was guilty of something, but Pan only smiled. He raised his hand in a blessing.

"I know you believe you cannot make amends," he said. "But you are just as important as your father."

"I—" Rachel faltered. A tear traced her cheek.

"I know you don't believe this now," Pan said. "But look for opportunities. They will come."

I tried my best to hide, but he still called out my name, "Wyatt Knight, I know you don't want to hear this." I flinched, and then he continued, "Typhon is something so be afraid of, there is no shame in that, but I believe you will win. Also, you will save the one you'd least expect to save." He said and then he finally turned to Grover. "My dear satyr," Pan said kindly, "will you carry my message?"

"I—I can't."

"You can," Pan said. "You are the strongest and the bravest. Your heart is true. You have believed in me more than anyone ever has, which is why you must bring the message, and why you must be the first to release me."

"I don't want to." Grover said.

"I know," the god said. "But my name, Pan…originally it meant rustic. Did you know that? But over the years it has come to mean all. The spirit of the wild must pass to all of you now. You must tell each one you meet: if you would find Pan, take up Pan's spirit. Remake the wild, a little at a time, each in your own corner of the world. You cannot wait for anyone else, even a god, to do that for you."

Grover wiped his eyes. Then slowly he stood. "I've spent my whole life looking for you. Now…I release you."

Pan smiled. "Thank you, dear satyr. My final blessing."

He closed his eyes, and the god dissolved. White mist divided into wisps of energy, but this kind of energy wasn't scary like the blue power I'd seen from Kronos. It filled the room. A curl of smoke went straight into my mouth, and Grover's and the others. But I think a little more of it went into Grover. The crystals dimmed. The animals gave us a sad look. Dede the dodo sighed. Then they all turned gray and crumbled to dust. The vines withered. And we were alone in a dark cave, with an empty bed.

This is going to be on my mind until I fight Typhon…I wonder who I will save? The one's I expect are Artemis, Annabeth, Percy, Grover, Thalia, Chiron, Tyson, Neil, Nico and myself…There are a lot of other people I don't know, but who's the one I least expect?