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FireofRiptide: Thanks for the suggestions, but my dad gave me an idea as to how to choose one, I'm excited! Thanks for reviewing, I appreciate that :)

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Chapter 2

I tilt my head to the side, excited. The gears in my mind are already turning.

"Really? I can just…. Choose my own name?"

Leo shrugs, half grinning at me, his hands are shoved into his pockets.

"Sure, I mean, how else are we going to name you?"

Jason and Piper are standing there, looking at Leo fondly; Jason's arm is around Piper's shoulders, and for the first time I realize they must be dating.

I have made a list in my mind of things I have realized,

Jason and Piper are dating.

Piper is the one with more common sense.

Annabeth is the smarter one.

Leo is the more playful and funny one.

Jason is the quieter and laid back one.

And the last one is quite obvious:

They are hiding something from me….

Piper's voice jolts me out of my dwelling on the satisfaction that I have already realized more than five things.

"You can think about it a little while yeah?"

I have to take a second to figure out what she's talking about but after I do, I nod in agreement.

"Good, there's an extra bedroom with a bathroom right through that door, why don't you clean up and get changed." Annabeth speaks, motioning to a wooden door a couple feet off.

I look at her gratefully; Gods know I need the shower. I slowly rise from my comfortable spot on the deck and walk quietly through the door, pretending I wasn't as dizzy as I really was at the sudden movement. I turn and survey the room, it was actually pretty nice. A little small, but I can deal with that. The walls were painted orange and silver, a strange combination of colors, but it didn't really matter. Around the room, pieces of furniture were scattered, a bookcase, a lamp, some drawers, things like that. As my eyes traveled the room, I see, much to my excitement, a queen sized bed sitting in the corner of the room. I'm sure if I could have seen myself; my eyes would have grown the size of saucers and my mouth into a wide, goofy grin. I squeal and throw myself onto the giant fluffy bed, ignoring the pain that raced through me upon impact. I sigh in contentment as my body sinks into the soft white mattress. Don't judge me, I was just out in the middle of the ocean for Gods-know-how-long on a RAFT and I don't even remember how long ago I actually slept in a bed. And for the record I still couldn't remember a single thing about my past, nothing.

I suddenly realize how dirty I am and wrinkle my nose in disgust. I know I need to take a shower, but I really don't want to get up from this fluffy heaven most normal people call a bed. Bed, Shower, Bed, Shower, BED…. I sigh, my desperation to get the grime off of my body won over my desire to sink into the fluffy mattress and have a nice rest. I'm starting to get second thoughts on my choice, but before I can completely contradict my previous decision, I fling myself off of my new bed and land face first on the hardwood floor. Not one of the best decisions I could have made….

I slowly rise up off of the floor, deciding to pretend nothing of the sort had happened and proceeded to stride quietly into the bathroom. As I walk through the door, my steps slow until they reach a stop and I gaze curiously at a full length mirror mounted on the cream colored wall. I blink, and realize that this is the first time I have seen my reflection, that I remember, I mean. It's really quite strange to me. The purple sweatshirt I noticed I was wearing before does, in fact have writing on it, but it's so faded and peeled that I can't read what it had originally said. I'm also wearing light gray shorts that are tinged slightly green from the ocean. My wavy dark brown hair hangs at about elbow length, and I'm sort of confused when I see my eyes, they are a kind of purple color. I may not remember anything of my past but I'm pretty sure eyes aren't supposed to be this color. Though Piper has strange eyes too…eh, it's probably just the lighting or something. But I'm not entirely convinced by the excuse my mind is telling me to explain my unusual eye color.

I tear my oddly colored eyes away from my reflection and turn the polished silver handles inside the tall shower. I strip my clothes and step in, the coldness of the tiles sending shivers down my spine. I close my eyes and sigh as the warm water streams down my back. After I have scrubbed most of the saltiness from my skin and hair, I turn the silvery knobs once more and the consistent spray of the warm water slows until it is only a trickle. I step out and wrap a fluffy white towel around my now cold body. After looking through quite a few drawers, I find some clean and salt free articles of clothing. I slip on a pair of dark jeans and pause before I have the chance to slide a dry hoodie over my head. I turn my gaze back to my old purple hoodie and I have a strange reluctance to part from it. Maybe I can ask Piper if we can fix it up later…. I shake my head, what I am I thinking? Does it really matter? Yes. A voice in my mind speaks, I ignore it a walk to the door. Before I leave I turn on my heel, folding and carefully placing the slightly shredded sweatshirt onto my bed.

Feeling satisfied I turn around to exit once more, but there, standing in the middle of my room is a cloaked woman. Where did she come from? I was sure I locked the door… Danger! My mind abruptly screams, and I have an intense feeling that this woman is…. Important. I suddenly realize what she is wearing is not average, a goatskin cloak, why does that suddenly seem significant?

"How'd you get in here? And really lady? Have some fashion sense!" My mouth speaks before my mind can process what I have said, and once I have, my hand flies to my mouth, dismayed. Was something bad going to happen to me now? The strange woman speaks, but her mouth is not moving, and her voice is echoes through my head instead of in my ears.

Is that any way to speak to your new patron?

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MWAHAHAHAHA… Sorry got a little excited there….Am I the only one who thought that what my OC said to the woman is a total Leo thing to say? And sorry she didn't get a name yet, I figured out a better way to choose one and a way so it won't seem so awkward in the story and it had to wait til the next chapter. And I'm going to try to make the chapters a bit longer in the future. Anyway… Rate and Review! :)