Percy
This Gwendolyn chick led Percy down a series of hallways, then more hallways, the a flight of stairs, then more hallways. He was lost by the second hallway.
"So…" He began.
"Silence, Greek." She said, forcefully.
"You keep calling me Greek." He responded, ignoring her request. "How exactly would you know? I thought I was Roman."
They stopped, and she glared at him. "What did you think when you saw the Greek delta?"
A new image flashed before Percy. A strange pile of rocks, and a man with a sword. An overwhelming sadness washed over him.
"I felt like…" He couldn't put his finger on the emotions.
"Like…" She pressed.
He returned her gaze. "Like it shouldn't be there."
She nodded, almost solemnly, then pushed me along. We walked down a few more hallways, then stopped at a large pair of double doors. "You will be respectful." Gwendolyn ordered. "Speak only after you have been spoken to, and address only those above you."
"So… everyone but you?"
She attempted to slap Percy across the face, but he barely felt it. His face didn't even move.
Gwendolyn snarled, "Enter, Greek." And the doors opened.
We walked down a golden carpet, and knelt before a crimson throne.
"Oh Great Goddess!" Gwendolyn called. "We humbly beg of your presence!"
"But don't you know?" A familiar voice purred behind us. "I am already here."
Percy turned and grinned. "Good to see you again, Lupa."
Gwendolyn glared at me, then bowed again to the she-wolf.
"Tell me, Gwendolyn, why is he bound?" Lupa asked, a concerned look on her face.
Gwendolyn looked pleased to speak. "He entered through the Greek cage, my lady."
Lupa stared at Percy, long and hard. "Young hero, do your arms hurt?"
He was slightly confused. "No… should they?"
"They should have. Your bonds have released themselves, because you have not been afraid. This occurred once you saw me. Why?" the wise wolf questioned.
Percy smiled. "Because I'm here. My quest is over. Now I can have my memories back!"
Gwendolyn gaped at him. "You lost your memories?"
"Last I checked."
She shrugged. "Could've fooled me."
Percy looked at Lupa expectantly, but she simply gazed at him, sadly.
"Percy, you thought that was your quest? Your quest hasn't even started yet. I'm sorry, but you're not ready."
Percy looked depressed. "When will I be ready?"
Lupa looked at him the same way she had when he first woke up in the burned mansion. "Listen to your instincts. Gwendolyn," she shifted her gaze, "lead the son of Neptune to his cavern."
"Yes my lady." Gwendolyn bowed again, then turned on her heel and briskly walked away.