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In case you've taken a bath in the River Lethe (I really wouldn't recommend that, it's quite polluted with people's lost memories…*shudder shudder*), I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians. Uncle Rick thanks you for being awesome.
Lyn and Alexis (the OCs) belong to stargazer2100.
Percy woke up in a room with basic bedroom furniture. It was significantly smaller than his cabin at camp, and the walls were painted a pale shade of yellow.
Camp…where am I?
He searched his mind for what happened before this. He'd lost his memory before…he didn't want it to happen again.
Annabeth, Percy remembered, no. He'd promised that they would stay together. He'd failed her once again.
Suddenly, he remembered the intruder. The gleam in his golden eyes. But it wasn't possible…the Lord of Time couldn't possibly reform. Frantically, Percy checked his pocket; holding onto a sliver of hope that his most prized possession would be there. His shaking hand crawled around in the cloth, but he found nothing but lint.
Percy had a miniature heart attack. How was he to fend for himself without his best weapon?
Percy could hear footsteps outside of the room, getting nearer and nearer to his small room. He reached for Riptide in his pocket before remembering that it wasn't there.
The footsteps got closer. He could hear two pairs of them. Low muttering was reverberated from the hall. Percy pretended to still be asleep.
Percy could distinguish the two voices from each other. One was more high-pitched, and he could sense a little annoyance in the tone. A girl, most likely. The other was a more gruff voice: stubborn and irritated. He figured it was a boy. Percy shut his eyes tight as the footsteps crept into his room.
"Well, he's still sleeping," the gruff voice said.
The girl – or at least he thought it was – scoffed. "Please. He's faking."
She walked to the side of his bed and slapped his arm. "Wake up, fool," she spat. "Don't think you can deceive me."
Percy opened his eyes and looked up at the girl. Her brown hair was pulled away from her face in a messy ponytail and a dagger was strapped to her belt. Percy tried not to grimace in pain from the hit. She couldn't have been more than fourteen, but his arm really hurt. She was stronger than she looked. Percy looked at the spot where he was hit and saw a bruise forming. His eyes drifted to the boy next to her. He was about the same age as the girl, and he was deeply tanned. His piercing violet eyes seemed to bore right into Percy. They seemed full of distrust and anger, like he'd seen some disturbing things.
"I'm sorry, but who are you?" Percy asked.
"Lyn. Daughter of Mnemosyne. This is Alexis, descendant of Nyx." She tried for a smile, like she'd hadn't just slapped him five seconds ago. It was full of fake sympathy.
The daughter of memory and a descendant of Night. Great, he thought.
"I'm –," Percy started.
"We already know who you are, Perseus Jackson, son of Poseidon," Alexis interrupted.
"Come with us," Lyn said. It sounded more like an order than a request. She yanked his arm and pulled him up so that he was standing on his feet.
Lyn dragged Percy into the hallway. He was immediately plunged into darkness, and he blinked several times before his eyes got used to the dimly lit area. Lyn and Alexis, however, seemed unaffected. The torches provided little to no light, casting slight shadows on the numerous doors lined up along the hallway.
"Um, where are we?" he asked.
"Mount Othrys," she replied.
Titan territory, Percy realized. There was still a chance, still a way to escape. Slim, but not impossible.
He kicked both of them, pulling away from Lyn's grip. Percy started running down the hallway in the opposite direction, farther and farther from his captors.
He turned around briefly to see how the two reacted and immediately wished he didn't. As soon as he swiveled his head, a sharp object grazed Percy's cheek. He stumbled a little as blood ran down his chin. He turned back once more, and saw that Lyn was already pulling another knife from her boot. Since when did people keep a stock of knives in their boots? Oh well, must be a new thing, Percy thought.
Percy looked back ahead and realized with a start that he was running toward two hallways, two forking paths that led to who knows where. A choice. Janus' words echoed in his mind. He abruptly rounded the left corner, and came to a halting stop when he saw two golden eyes regarding him curiously, but greedily at the same time. Kronos stepped out into the faint torchlight and smiled maliciously at the demigod before him.
"Hello, Perseus Jackson." The Titan's voice was raspy and had a twang of bitterness.
Percy turned on his heel in a futile attempt to escape, but Lyn and Alexis blocked his path. No way out. His eyes darted back and forth like a trapped animal's. Something caught his eye outside. Percy noticed the gleam of the sun off of the lapping waves of the ocean. He concentrated hard. This was his only hope, Riptide wasn't an option. Nothing happened. No crashing waves came down upon Kronos and his two captors. The only sound was the crackling noise the flames made as the torches flickered. Why aren't my powers working anymore? Percy wracked his brain, trying to find an answer.
Percy unconsciously turned his glare to Kronos, wanting an answer.
Kronos merely smirked. "What's wrong? Don't have Daddy's powers anymore?" he teased.
"What did you do to me?" Percy snarled.
"Oh, nothing much, really. Just a little something I made, an injection to take away your powers temporarily. We can't have you causing any trouble, now, can we?" Kronos said, all the while grinning like mad.
"Why would you take away my powers temporarily, huh? Why wouldn't you just take them away for good if you want to get rid of me so bad?" Percy challenged.
"Well, you see, we need your control over water when you join our side, as they would be very useful."
"And why would I ever join you?" Percy asked, gritting his teeth.
Kronos chuckled. "Because, Perseus…it looks like you don't have a choice." The Titan looked at Lyn, standing behind Percy.
"Go t –," he started to say, but something powerful entered his brain. His head throbbed with immense pain, worse than any he'd experienced before. He tried to push it out, which made the strain worse. Percy used all his willpower to urge the burning feeling out, but it stayed in.
His life flashed before his eyes. He was fighting the Minotaur. He was draping the Golden Fleece over Annabeth's bloody body. He watched as Bianca di Angelo was crushed to death. He saw Ethan Nakamura. He was standing in front of the gods, just offered immortality. He was drowning in muskeg. He saw himself hanging off of a cliff, his other hand clasped in Annabeth's. He looked at Bob's grim face as the Doors of Death closed. He was in combat, fighting giants next to his dad.
The memories twisted around, bending to create a new reality: one of betrayal and darkness. He broke his focus and risked a glance at Lyn, who was concentrating hard. She's doing all of this to me.
"Sorry," she mouthed. Percy could sense that this was no apology.
He collapsed, falling into the shadows.
...
Percy woke up, dazed. He only remembered fuzzy bits and pieces of what happened before he blacked out. Suddenly, it all came to him.
He was Percy Jackson, betrayed by the gods; the leader of Kronos' army.
DUN DUN DUN! Sorry about that cliffhanger. You'll just have to wait and see…MWAHAHAHA!
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