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"Hey, Poker- don't you think it's a little weird that... um..." I broke off midsentence, trying to find the right words. "That night. The mass satyr death thingy. Where we met Theia. How no one remembers it." Poker gave me a questioning look.

"Yeah... I swear that I saw Jason yesterday, though he was clearly among the ones that died. Sitting there. Unhurt." She slouched back in the bench, grinding her teeth. "Jenna forgot. And she remembers everything."

"So that means that either we've gone insane and were hallucinating, or that everyone at camp has become super-scatterbrained and the all satyrs have identical clones." I scratched an annoying bug bite on my shoulder. "It's a close one, but I don't know which one I believe more."

"Same here..." Poker said quietly. "I don't know things have been a little... weird, lately." I fiddled with my knife.

"What do you mean, 'weird'? It's Camp Half-Blood. It's weird here."

"Weirder, I meant." She sighed. "I don't know. Everything's seemed so tense lately." She looked up, locking her dark gray eyes on me. "I think the cabin heads know something. Dameon's been very strict about curfew recently... I mean, more than normal. I was lucky to get back after seeing Theia without him noticing. Luck, I guess."

I nodded. "I think Jenna said that Lee broke a string on his guitar yesterday... he was zoning during a song and pulled too hard. And then he yelled at everybody to get away from him." I squinted at the far-off shape of the Apollo cabin. I could hear faint music coming from it... probably some 70's song that no one really cares about anymore. "Completely out of character for him."

"I don't get it." Poker's voice was soft. "Didn't... didn't Percy say something about Kronos, though? About him being back?" I laughed, loud and full.

"Poke, do you honestly believe Percy Wimp Jackson? Puh-lease. He just likes the attention. The little ham." Another small laugh escaped me. "He's got the entire camp wrapped around his puny finger. They'll believe anything he says." I rolled my eyes. "People are so freaking stupid. "

"All right..." she said softly.

"You're just upset about your boyfriend, aren't you? I always knew you loved Luke." Poker winced at his name. "Too bad, sweetie. He's gone for now. Good luck winning him over."

Poker took a swing at me. "You're just jealous of Percy, aren't you? Someone's finally up seated you in sword fighting with only one year of practice." She tilted her head back and shouted to the sunny skies, "Say farewell to Solitaire the Great! Finally been beaten by someone! Maybe now her ego will fit on Earth."

Instead of some sort of deep comeback, I whimpered, "I do not have an ego." She rolled her eyes.

"Try telling your daddy that. Oh wait," she smirked. "He doesn't want you."

I leapt up. "Idiot." I glared at her. "You're so selfish. When will you learn that you aren't the center of the universe?"

"Oh, Solly, I have. I haven't believed that since I was three years old. I think," She snapped, "That pathetic excuse for an insult should be directed at you."

"Why don't you go join your boyfriend? I'm sure no one will miss a stuck-up, arrogant, dumb daughter of Athena."

"You're still unclaimed. Don't you think after five years he would have claimed you if he cared about you?" Poker's voice was harsh, a rarity.

"I thought the gods don't care about us. Didn't you say that once, or have I lost it?" Bad move, Solly. Very bad move.

"Both." I knew that had been coming since the words escaped my lips. That one had been my fault. "Especially the latter."

"You know what I just figured out? You're just as bad as Percy. Didn't you get claimed right after saying that? So wasn't it all for attention?"

"That's it," Poker growled, and whipped out spear that she always kept with her. Instinctively, both of my knives were out and facing her in seconds. Poker leaned forward, about to lunge at me-

When a Hermes boy stepped in between us, his arms outstretched in a "Peace" gesture. "Poker and Solitaire? Elaine wants you in the infirmary." Still glaring at Poker, I sheathed my knives again.

We didn't look at each other as we went to the infirmary; and it dawned on me that Poker and I had never fought before. Never, since an eleven-year-old Poker showed up at Camp Half-Blood two years ago, and we ever yelled at each other. It hurt a little; it really did.

Inside, the little girl was sitting up, confusion shining in her sharp gray eyes. Elaine sat next to her, whispering something to her. Jenna was there also, humming a ballad from the 90's."There you are," Elaine said quietly, turning her head to us. "She asked for you two to come."

"Have you found anything out yet?" I asked.

"Not really," she answered with a slight shake of her head. "All she remembers is her name. Nothing else. Ella, that's her name." So I knelt beside her.

"Ella? Um... wh-..?"

"Who are you?" she asked quietly. I guessed she was only about six years old.

"My name is Solitaire." I made sure my voice was gentle. "Like the card game."

"Card... game?" I looked over at Elaine in question.

"Yes. Have you heard of it?"

"No, I haven't... what do you mean by 'card game'?" I blinked. So card game approach failed. Beginning trial two. Beep. Beep. Please wait while Solly figures out what to say.

"Hi, Ella. My name is Jenna and I love playing music. What kind of music do you like?" Jenna said as if she were talking to a pre-schooler.

But Ella didn't answer. Her eyes were fixed on me, as if she knew me. "Soll...i... taire?" I nodded.

"Right here."

"Ella? Did you hear me?" Jenna asked.

I was about to say something else when a crashing pain erupted in my head, like a hammer was bashing on my skull. I felt dizzy and nauseous, and I had to force myself to breathe right. Images flew past my eyes, voices whispered in my eyes. My hands went in front of my eyes, as if I could shut them against the images; then to my ears, as if I could shut out the voices. I knew I couldn't but I had to try. I slumped against the leg of the cot next to Ella's just as I felt Jenna's hand on my wrist. "Solly? Is it another fit?"

I nodded through the confusion. I was vaguely aware of Jenna dragging me outside where it was quieter.

I tried again to block the images, but failed.