Tyler bolted upright with a howl. He was covered in cold sweat and his head was throbbing. Tyler winced as he touched the spot where Theseus punched him in the face. Tyler cursed and swore that he was going to kill him. He then took several moments recovering from the initial pain and shook his head trying to clear the blurry vision. Although his head still throbbed he took time to inspect his surroundings. He was in a windowless room with a single light that shined above him with only one door. Was he in some sort of jail?

Tyler sat with his face in his palms as he nursed his head. His mind was flooded with chaotic thoughts that he couldn't place together and sort out. The events that happened at the Vatican slammed into him. The rage flowed through his veins again as he recalled the events that happened...a couple hours ago, a day ago, a week ago? Time didn't matter, all he knew was that was that his best friend, his only friend, was taken away from him.

Why did she have to do that? Why did she always involve herself with other people? Flashbacks came to him as he sat in silence and solitude.

"Why did you have to do that?" Tyler asked infuriated.

"The kid needed some money," Julia told him.

"But we barley have enough for ourselves!"

"Trust me, he needs it more than we do!"

"What? We need that money! We have been chased all across France by those...those THINGS for the past five months. The last thing we need is for you to waste all our money on a random homeless kids!"

"Sorry if I just want to help people," Julia said sarcastically.

"We can barley help OURSELVES!"

"Dude, you get pissed way too easily!"

Tyler turned away from her and shook his head in irritation.

"Tyler, it was only a euro," Julia tried.

"Whatever, let's just get out of here."

At the time he was mad at her for helping people but now he laughed at himself for being such an ass. The kid only needed a little money. Tyler smacked himself in the face. He had always wondered why Julia felt sympathy for others, alway interfered with others affairs, or gave away something she didn't need.

"IT'S BECAUSE SHE'S BETTER THAN YOU!" His mind screamed at him and his mind was right.

Why was he always so selfish? Julia was the generous one and Tyler was always the iron fist. He guessed that their two opposite personalities made them the perfect team. His rage and fury allowed them to survive harsh environments and Julia's calmness and rationality enabled them to get through stressful situations. Together, they saved each others lives' more than they could count. Tyler recalled a time where Julia was almost kidnapped to be forced into a life of prostitution, part of a French human trafficking organization, but he saved her; not without killing the culprits first. Tyler was so quick to kill and he did it so easily, he even liked it. The thought made him shiver. Was he evil? That was another flaw that he found in himself. He was only seventeen and he had killed twenty-one people already. The body count could have been higher due to the fact the he didn't remember anything before age fifteen. How come he never felt any guilt or remorse? Why? Tyler conclusion that he was in fact evil.

Tyler remembered another time with Julia when he was almost arrested by the English Police. Tyler reached for his hidden trench knife to stab the officer but Julia showed up just in time and saved the officer's life and probably Tyler's as well. She created a sob story that the officer believed and he let them go free. Julia was able to resolve the situation without shedding any blood while Tyler would have been glad to break a few bones and stab a few hearts.

Why did Julia put up with him? He was a monster. No, he was worse than a monster.

Tyler thought back to when Julia and him first met.

He sprinted through the streets of Madrid as the Spanish cops chased after him. He was almost grabbed by one who jumped in front of him. Tyler instinctually slid baseball style between the cops legs. Tyler got to his feet and continued to run. Another tried to grab at his arm but Tyler whipped out his trench knife and punched him in the face with brass knuckles.

All this over a measly apple.

Tyler knew they would catch up to him eventually. He couldn't outrun them all day and already it felt as if his lungs were going to burst; but he couldn't stop because if he did he was done for. He had assaulted an officer and resisted arrest, two severe crimes. If he had just put the apple back instead running, he could've gotten away free. Instead he decided to run and injure police men in the process. He would surely spend his life in jail or they would send him to America and lock him up in Guantanamo Bay to never be heard from again. All over an apple and his ability to not think clearly.

After running for another straight ten minutes Tyler stopped and hunched on his knees from exhaustion. He couldn't run anymore but he still heard the shouts of the police in the distance. Soon they would be all over him and they would probably beat him for hitting one of their own.

"Shit, I give up!"

"Pst," a feminine voice whispered to him.

"Huh," Tyler looked around for where it came from.

"Down here!"

Tyler looked left to an alleyway next to him. He saw a blonde girl crouching under a trash bag that she was lifting over head.

"Over here dummy!"

"You speak English?"

The girl rolled her eyes. "Do you want to go to jail?"

Tyler shook his head.

"Then get down here!"

Tyler didn't need to be told again. He ducked into the alleyway and joined the blonde girl underneath the trash bag. She piled a few more bags on top of them and they sat quietly, waiting. A few seconds later the sound of people running and yelling in Spanish passed by. They waited till the sounds faded into the distance and a few more minutes after that. Finally when they deemed that the coast was clear, they heaved the mountain of trash bags off of them and stood up coughing from the pungent smell of garbage.

"Thanks!" Tyler coughed.

"No problem," the girl told him.

"So, what crime did you commit to make yourself hide under trash?" Tyler asked her curiously.

"Probably the same thing you did that made you so popular with the 5-0."

Tyler guessed, "Did you steal something?"

The girl reached inside her shirt and pulled out a necklace with crucifix charm on it.

"Ah, so you're a believer. Isn't there something in the Bible that says you shouldn't steal?"

The girl ignored the remark. "What did you take?"

Tyler pulled the apple out of his jacket pocket and took a bite out of it.

"Yeah, this is so delicious. I'm beyond starving!"

"All that commotion for just one apple? Why not two or hundred while you're at it?" She said sarcastically.

"You try living on the streets for a month without proper meals." Tyler suggested.

"I already am," the girl told him matter-of-factly.

"Is that so?"Tyler said while looking her over.

She looked about twelve years old, her face was covered in dirt from weeks of sleeping outside, her blonde hair was a birds nest, and her clothes were ripped and torn. Her appearance was of a girl broken and beaten but her eyes said otherwise, piercing grey orbs that had a glint of strength and determination.

Tyler took another bite from his apple and started to walk off.

"Thanks kid," he said while raising his free hand in farewell.

"Wait, you didn't even tell me your name!" the girl called after him.

"Tyler,"

he said as he stopped and looked over his shoulder and continued to walk on.

"You're not even going to ask me my mine?"

Tyler stopped again, annoyed now, "Kid, does it really matter?"

"Mines Julia," Julia told him.

"Whatever," he said waving her off while walking away again.

"Where you from?"

Tyler turned around again, almost furious. "You're just full of questions aren't you? Well, I got one for you JULIA! Why won't you mind your god damn business?"

"I asked my question first, so you answer first."

Tyler took another bite from the apple and thought about it. She had him stumped. "None of your business."

"That answer sucked, try again."

Tyler sighed. "I don't remember," he said softly.

"What, I didn't hear you."

"I don't remember!" Tyler said pronouncing every syllable.

"How do you not remember?"

"One day I wake up. I don't know where I am or who I am. I'm in some random place with random faces. I don't even remember my own last name or where I'm from. I just know that I'm Tyler, that's it. I do know I like living and I want to live on, so that one day I find out who the hell I am! Again, thanks for saving my ass back there but right now you're interfering with my plan…which is to survive."

"Maybe we can help each other?" Julia suggested.

"You've already done enough and I again thank you, but I don't need your help any more. Also, no offense kid, you're like...eleven years old."

"I'm twelve thank you very much!"

"Whatever! Besides you'll slow me down."

"It's not like you're doing that to yourself already."

"I can take care of myself just fine without you nosing in!"

"Sure," Julia said sarcastically.

"You know what," Tyler said raising his fist.

Julia scoffed. "What, you're going to hit a defenseless twelve year old girl. Go for it buddy!"

Tyler grinned as he put his fist down. "You got spunk kid, I'll give you that."

Julia spoke softly now, "I know how you feel. I lost my memory too."

"You're making things up so that I can just take you along."

"For one, you wouldn't be taking me along, we would be accompanying each other. Second, I don't make things up. I woke up last month too, in some place I've never been. Actually, I can't say if I've been there or not because I don't remember. I can only remember one thing, my name, Julia and my age. I'm in the same boat as you buddy!"

Tyler looked at her curiously. It didn't seem like she was lying. He said nothing.

"Listen, we would make a great team. You have the brawn and I have the brain. I do the talking and you do the hitting. I also do the stealing too because lets face it...you suck at it."

"Then why were hiding under trash?"

"They weren't after me because I stole the Cross, it was because I ran away from the Catholic Orphanage a month ago. That's where I woke up. I assumed it was worse than living on the streets and I assumed correctly. Besides, they were idiots. I took my chances out here. I heard the cops and thought they were after me, so I hid. Then I saw you and well...I like helping people in need."

"But you don't like helping yourself," Tyler nodded. "Hey," he also protested. "I'm not in need."

"Then why did you hide next me?"

Tyler ignored the remark and asked a different question.

"How come you're not scared of me? I punched two cops and I have this," Tyler said while dangling his savage looking trench knife playfully. "Most people would've have let me rot in jail."

"I don't know, I just saw something in you. Besides, you're just the person I need, protection. You're also a kid."

"Kids can be dangerous too."

"I rather trust a kid than a grown-up."

Tyler couldn't argue with her logic, she had a point.

"What's the deal with the Cross?" He asked.

"I think its pretty and it stands for something bigger than myself. I'm no Jesus-Freak or bigot but I like to think there someone out there...looking over us. I need hope, especially in my situation."

Tyler studied her one more time. "Fine, you can come with me bust just don't talk to me about that Jesus stuff. Him and I aren't on the best of terms with each other at the moment."

"Deal?" Julia said sticking out her hand.

Tyler stuck out his hand hesitantly but then he smacked his palm on hers.

"Deal!"

Tyler was fifteen then and Julia was twelve and half. Now they're seventeen and fifteen. From that point and on, Tyler and Julia were two peas in a pod. For the past two years they roamed Europe, taking in the sights, stealing food, stealing money, getting into trouble, wreaking chaos, running from cops, and more running; they seemed to run a lot. One thing that Tyler did enjoy, something he would never admit to Julia, was visiting the museums and monuments. Julia always dragged him to those places because she had an odd fascination with architecture and old art. Tyler always complained but deep down inside, he liked it. He also liked being her friend, more than her friend, her big brother. He loved her like a sister. They were Bonnie and Clyde, just the two of them against the world. It was like they were blood relatives and relatives don't leave each other to die. He had to save her, he promised for God sake! He knew he was going to save her, there was no doubt it.

Tyler climbed to his feet, determined now and the rage was flowing in his blood again. He reached in his coat pocket to grab something but he came out empty. He forgot they took his knife. Tyler shrugged, he would get to kill them with his bare hands now and that seemed more satisfying. He walked to the door and inspected it by tapping on it a few times. It didn't seem that strong. He walked all the way to the end of the room and prepared to ram into the door. He had no idea what was on the other side or what he was going to do once he got the door open, but at that moment his main objective was killing that door.

Tyler screamed as he charged forward, but right before he made contact, the door swung open.

He collided violently into a solid object which made him fall backward. He thought he had run into wall but when he got to his feet and looked at what he had crashed into, his jaw dropped. It was a big muscular man that stood at almost seven feet. He wore a lion helmet with an armor set to go with it.

The man walked through the door and had to duck under the sill because he wouldn't fit otherwise. He wasn't a man, he was a giant.

"Going somewhere," the giant boomed.

Julia screamed for Tyler till she couldn't scream anymore. She finally stopped after about an hour of flying. The thing that carried her was this horse/human/thingy but seemed to be made of wind. She was furious with her captor. It ruined her perfect day at the Vatican. That had always been a dream of Julia's, going to the Vatican, ever since she woke up two years ago and came across a brochure of it in Spanish. She wanted to kill the thing carrying her, badly! She scared herself on how much she was thinking like Tyler.

She had no idea what to do in her situation. She had a switch blade in her pocket that she would gladly use but could she even stab wind? Even if she did get free, she would fall to her death. They were flying at least three thousand feet in the air. If the thing really wanted to kill her, it would have done so already. She decided to let things play out. The thing was probably going to take her to the ground sooner or later. Would it? And if it did, how long would that be? Hours, days, weeks?

The 'Thing,' Julia had deemed it, didn't seem like it had any fruit snacks to give her and it didn't look as if they were going to stop for water. If she didn't get food or water she would obviously die and she didn't want to die. Her calmness had faded away and she began to panic again. She reached inside her pocket and grabbed the switch blade. She flicked the blade open and stabbed down on the wind horse. The horse screeched and started to buck. Apparently, you can stab wind. Julia brought the blade out and stabbed one more time, then again, and again. Julia was pretty proud of herself until the point at which the Thing had her released causing her to fall to her death.

The wind rushed in her ears so fast she couldn't even hear herself scream and she was screaming loudly. Time around her seemed to slow down as she. Her life flashed before her eyes, well as much of it as she could remember. Her life started two years ago when she woke up in a random hotel in Madrid, Spain. From there she found Tyler and together they roamed Europe. Images of museums, police chases, and her and Tyler laughing flashed before her eyes. Suddenly a pain entered in her brain. It was like someone stuck a needle through her eye.

The images she saw changed and it was the time before she met Tyler. She didn't know for sure but she felt it in her gut.

She saw a women with long blonde-hair and grey eyes. She had a serious face with a stern expression. It reminded Julia of herself when she looked in the mirror. The women smiled and warmth filled Julia's body. It was her mother, it had to be! The scene faded to one where Julia was now wielding a sword and was fighting off a pack of dogs who appeared to be rabid. That scene transitioned to one where she was crying face down in her bed. Then the flashes became jumbled and unorganized. She was in a beautiful ancient city, then men were yelling at her, she saw angry expressions on faces she didn't recognize, she felt anger in return. There was blinding light and...then nothingness. Was she dead?

Julia's eyes opened with a start and then she splashed into a pool of water. She landed in the ocean and after a few minutes of thrashing around in the water she managed to locate the direction of shore and swam to it. It didn't make sense, even though she landed in water, she should've have died from that height. Jumping into water from extreme heights is like landing on concrete but yet she survived.

On the shore, Julia walked out of the waves and onto the beach. She fell face first into the sand and laid there in fatigue. Sleep sounded wonderful to her.

"Get up Julia," a women told her.

"No," Julia groaned.

"Do you want to die, is that what you want? If you're going to lay here you might as well spare me the time and die already. You can leave this world behind and you will be free. You'll be free of a life running and stealing."

"Leave me alone."

"You'll also leave behind what's his name...Tyler. Oh, yes, Tyler. You can never see Tyler again you will lose the chance of remembering your true past."

Julia sighed in defeat, the lady somehow convinced her.

"You suck," Julia said pushing herself to her feet. She brushed the sand off her wet clothes and then looked at the women speaking to her.

The women was seriously beautiful in the white dress she wore and the crown on her head. She emitted an aura of power and authority.

"Who are you? How do you know my name? Where am I? How do you know Tyler?" Julia demanded in rapid succession.

"I am Hera, the Queen of Olympus. As for my knowledge...I know everything about you. I've been watching you and guiding you for the last two years."

"Okay...I'm either the following: drunk at a pub with Tyler, high, or dreaming. Since I don't do A or B, I'm dreaming."

"You are not dreaming child."

"That's what all my dreams tell me. That must also explain the werewolves that have been chasing us the last 'five months', the thing at the Vatican, and the wind things, the six armed monsters, and me just now; I'm not dead! It's all just a dream!"

"Again, it's not a dream. How do you think you and Tyler found each other? How do you think you survived the fall? Me."

"Then I'm crazy or your crazy. Since I would never degrade myself, I declare you Queen Hera of the Crazy."

"What would make you say that young one?"

"Because Hera is a goddess in Greek MYTHOLOGY. I think the word 'mythology' justifies my case."

Hera smiled. "You have always been a perceptive one. However 'Greek Mythology,' as you put it, is in fact real."

"No because there are no gods, only one, the GOD! G-O-D!"

Hera laughed, "We can put that misnomer to rest right here. Explaining everything to you will take too long so I'll give you the short version. Your familiar with Greek mythology, yes? You got some books on it England, correct? Even though you have dyslexia you can read very well."

Hera took no time to pause for Julia.

"I apologize in advance if what I tell you confuses you further. It most likely will. The Gods are alive and well, they follow western civilization to western civilization. Whatever Western nation is the most powerful. Right now they reside in America, even though the country grows weaker and weaker everyday. However, there is a new threat that Olympus faces and that this threat is Gaea and her children. Not the Titans but her Giant sons. They plan to destroy Mt. Olympus in order to destroy the Gods once in for all and end all civilization as we know it. Gaea is in control of Death's Doors and is bringing people back to life. The Argo was rebuilt and an army of demigods, mortals, and creatures alike plan to take the doors back. However, they are greatly outnumbered and need more forces to aid them. That's where I need you."

"Okay, let's say you're not crazy. Why do you need me? I don't even see how I would be any help. I don't fight, Tyler does that, and he's currently MIA."

"You are a demigod and a Hero. We Gods need you as much as we hate to admit it."

"A demigod?" Julia asked in disbelief. "Who's my parent then?"

"Athena," Hera told her.

Julia didn't say anything. She was overwhelmed by all this information and she didn't even believe most of what she heard. However, there was a small chance this lady was telling the truth.

"I need you, Julia, daughter of Athena, to walk south and rally more forces to aid the New Argonauts."

"How would I even know where to look? What to do these 'forces' even look like?"

"Trust me and trust yourself. Then you will know. I believe in you Julia Myers."

Julia Myers shivered as she finally hear he last name for the first time.

"Travel with speed Julia," Hera told her.

"Okay," Julia said unsure. She still didn't know wether to believe any of this.

"One more thing," Hera said.

Hera grabbed Julia's switch blade and yanked the crucifix off her neck.

"Hey," Julia protested.

Hera closed her eyes and while she held the two objects together, there was a flash of light, and the switch blade and Cross were no longer in her hands. Instead she held a sword, a Greek Makhaira to be correct.

"You may have more use with this than that switch blade and that...other thing." Hera said putting the weapon in Julia's hands.

"Hey, you can't push your beliefs on me and expect me to take it! I believe in God! Not even forming swords out of thin air is going to make me believe in myths and magic.

Julia was lying to her self though. Deep down she knew this lady, this Goddess, was telling the truth.

"Travel south into the mountains, find the pale boy, and rally the troops!" Hera commanded her. "Now go forth and conquer." Hera closed Julia's eyes and then turned into her true form and disappeared.

Julia reopened her eyes to find the goddess no longer standing there. She was alone on a beach with a sword in her hand. Julia sighed and began to walk south. Mountains? Pale boy? Troops?

"I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO USE THIS THING!" Julia screamed referring to the sword in her hands to no one in particular. Hopefully Hera heard.

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