I know I said this would be a one-shot, but I've changed me mind. Whenever I find new inspiration for this story, I will add another chapter. This way I am not obligated to post a new chapter every week or so. Also, review, yes? Thank you :)

I DO NOT OWN PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS NOR DO I OWN HEROES OF OLYMPUS- RICK RIORDAN DOES.

"Ave, pup," a gravely female voice spits. "What's wrong with him, Praetor?" I imagine she's turning to look at Jason, who I think is supporting me. But how can I be sure? Ugh, I really hate this.

"He's blind, Lupa," Jason answers. "I suggest we let him stay in the lazaret," Jason states. Lazaret. Sounds like some kind of tent-like thingy. But I concentrate on not collapsing, even with the strong hands supporting me. My right knee feels like it's in fire and I can't put it on the ground without yelling in pain.

"Huh," Lupa grunts. "If you must. But then put him in the unclaimed tent. He must be unimportant if his parent let him go blind-" she stops abruptly. She clears her throat. "Praetor Grace, we have a son of Janus in our hands. Take him to his tent and get me Centurio Daniels from the third legion. And Legionary Dikes! Ave."

"Yes, Lupa. Ave," Jason says. Then the strong hands start leading me away again, over what I think is grass. I really want to know what everything is about here, but my mouth is too heavy. After a few minutes, we stop walking.

"Password?" a voice shouts down from somewhere high.

"Err… glue stick!" Jason shouts back. A snicker and something hard and out of wood lands on the ground in front of me, sending a cool breeze my way. It's refreshing but terrifying at the same time. It reminds me of my prison. We start walking again, over what seems to be wood. The dull thunk sounds our footsteps are making make me think we're walking over a bridge of sorts.

Then we are on earth again. It is compacted and dry, with tufts of grass growing here and there. Or so I think. I trip and almost fall, but I don't. I wish I did. It would make everything feel more real. Jason and the other person are guiding me somewhere, and I don't realize we're inside until Jason tells me to lie down. I obey by sitting down on the floor and lying down, but Jason just laughs. He and the other boy pick me up and I feel my body brush against a bed of sorts. How stupid I must've looked.

"Hey, just get some rest, okay, Jay? Someone'll bring you some ambrosia and nectar. Here," he finishes, and I feel a cover being drawn over me. "Get some rest."

I hate this. I hate being treated like a child because of my… my blindness. I know Jason is trying to be nice, but I don't want his help. "Go," I say. "Leave me." My voice sounds so fragile, as if it might break any moment. I hear Jason sigh, then leave the room, the other boy following him. I turn around to what I hope is opposite from the door.

I wish I knew where I am. I reach out, expecting to feel cold walls, but my hands brush against some sort of canvas. Maybe I'm in and airtight tent. I close my eyes and find I don't notice much. Usually when you close your eyes, you relax and fall asleep, but to me, it just brings back the darkness of my cell. All those hours I spent trying to sleep, all those hours I pressed my eyes shut, wanting it all to be over.

And now? A little voice asks in my head. You're free. No. I'll never be free. I'll never be able to suppress the memories my captor has given me. Kronos, isn't it? Yeah, that's what they call him. Or was it Krios? But I've heard different names here. Saturn. But what does it matter? I'm blind. What do I care?

I turn and lie on my back, waiting for sleep to come. Waiting… waiting….

I am in a desert. It's weird because I can see everything; the orange-yellow sand, the red sky, the grey rocks and the green cacti. That's when I notice I must be dreaming. Okay… so how do you escape from a dream? You don't.

"Hello, Jay," a friendly female voice comes from behind me. She sounds young, maybe ten at the most. I spin around, expecting to see her there, but all I can see is a shadow.

"Hello?" I call softly, almost scared. "Who- who are you?"

The girl laughs- a warm friendly laugh. "I am your patron."

"Okay," I say, pulling the 'o' out. "Err… who are you, exactly?"

When the girl answers, she seems sad. "You know who I am, Jay. You came to me long ago, asking for guidance. You helped me do some things, make some decisions. You went on a quest for me. Please remember, Jay."

For a brief moment, I see the girl's eyes. They glow a warm shade of red, and they seem kind, so kind. Her name is at the tip of my tongue, but I can't place it. As quickly as her eyes appeared, they disappear. I bend my head, ashamed, to find that everything has gone black once again.

"I cannot stay for long. You are looking for a home, Jay. Here is a small gift- as a small thanks." I close my eyes as I feel her presence near my face. Her hands rub something on my eyelids, something soft and cool, yet warming at the same time. But when I open my eyes, the same darkness is still there. "Goodbye, my hero."

And then I am falling, just falling. Screams envelop me and pain, so much pain. And then it's over. I sit up, panting, my eyes torn wide open but there is nothing there. Just the emptiness of the weird tent I'm in.

"Hey," a soft voice says from next to me. Female, mid teens. Friendly. "Here, take this," she says, taking my hand and placing it around what feels like a glass. "Drink, you'll feel better." I gingerly lift the glass to my mouth and take a sip. It tastes good, like so many things my taste buds have forgotten. After a few small sips I choke though, spluttering the drink all over myself and the bed. I hear a small laugh as the girl clears the drink up, taking it from my hand.

"You might want to take things slow for a bit. My name's Reyna. What's yours?" She, Reyna, has a mild Spanish accent.

"Reyna," I say, letting the word dance on my tongue. "Means 'queen'." I turn my head towards her voice. Another small laugh comes from her direction, slightly more behind me.

"Yes, it does. If only he knew…" she trails off, her voice barely a whisper at the last words. I wonder who has done something to her to make her this sad.

"My name is… Jay," I say. I don't like the hesitation in my voice. It's too… natural, some how.

"Like the blue jay?" Reyna asks. She sounds pretty. I let a small smile steel across my lips. How those muscles haven't been used in such a long time.

"Exactly like the blue jay. My full name is Bluejay Tobias Stevens," I say. Stupid name, I think again. As of now my name will be Jay Stevens. No 'Blue' and definitely no 'Tobias.'

"Hey, that's weird. There's a girl here, daughter of Favonius. Her name is Celia Stevens and she looks like you." For a moment I am too stunned to speak. Then, choosing my words carefully, I answer.

"Like me?"

"Yeah, like you."

"How's that?"

"You could be related?"

"No. I mean, yes, but no. Reyna, What do I look like?"

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