A/N: Alrightio so I'm realizing that a few of these chapters are more background and character illustration than action, which I hope is alright due to the fact that Riordan's works are what I'm working off of! I'm having a lot of fun deciding how Reyna reacts in contrast to Jason, and how other people act differently due to her being Reyna. I hope this chapter is up to snuff!

Read, review, and I hope you enjoy!

Reyna knelt beside Piper and furrowed her brow. "Care to clarify?" she demanded. "Because 'I think I might have killed her' is probably the least helpful thing to hear at this moment."

Rachel frowned and took an uneven breath. "I – I'm not sure," she said with a sniffle. "But I'm pretty sure she was fine until – until I grabbed her. Like I think it was my fault."

Reyna didn't care that holding Piper's hand was inappropriate or that spending all this time with a girl she didn't actually know was probably seriously messing with Piper's head, let alone her own lack of memory. All that mattered to her in that moment was Piper actually living. They'd survived the Grand Canyon, demon wind spirits hellbent on killing them, and some really awful chariot driving. Some weird vision, or whatever Percy had said, was not going to take Piper out of the game. Reyna wouldn't let it.

Chiron rested a hand on top of Piper's forehead, closing his eyes. "Her mind is in a very fragile state. Not to sound alarming, but what on earth happened?"

Rachel, steady now, shrugged. "I wish I could tell you," she began. "Really, all I knew is that I got to camp and something drew me to Hera's cabin, a premonition. I couldn't tell you how long I'd been in there before Percy and Piper came in. We were talking and then suddenly…"

"She just stopped," interjected Percy, "and then it was like she began some seriously cryptic word vomit."

"Well," said Chiron, clearly carefully trying not to comment on the fact that Percy had just said 'word vomit,' "could you explain what it was like?"
"Nothing like a prophecy, that's for sure," replied Percy. "She sounded angrier, more powerful, and more like a, like an old lady or something."

"So not a typical prophecy," surmised Reyna. "What did she say exactly?"

"To break her from her prison."

Reyna felt as if she had been punched, and exchanged a look with Chiron, who made a three fingered gesture that Reyna didn't understand. "Chiron…"

"Tell them, Reyna."
She nodded, and began the story of what had happened with Seymour and Miss Mist, all without taking her hand from Piper's as Chiron began to use a tincture from a bottle to try and revive Piper.

No one said a word as Reyna ended her sentence. "So is this a typical day in your neighborhood?" asked Reyna. "Or is this as weird for you as it is for me? Because, I don't know if it's the memory stuff or what, but I can count on one finger the amount of times that a supernatural lady has called me her warrior and essentially demanded that I rescue her without telling me who she is or why I needed to save her."

Percy shook his head "She called you her warrior," he began, "not her daughter."

"Correct," replied Reyna.

Percy frowned. "Didn't you say those wind spirits were working for a mistress? Maybe you're her warrior because you're supposed to be the one who defeats her. Maybe she's trying to get inside your head, confuse you."

"Her vernacular would indicate otherwise," said Reyna. "I can't see the logic of calling me her warrior if I were intended to defeat her when it would have been more sensible to call me her opponent. She mentioned prison, a king rising, and a powerful enemy. There's no reason she would give me this information if she was the king I was intended to defeat." Reyna frowned. "And even further, she probably wouldn't call herself king."

Percy suddenly looked terrified. "Not Kronos," he begged, "anything but Kronos."

"Be careful what you wish for," said Chiron as he checked Piper's pulse. "But no, not Kronos." Chiron closed his medicine bag, and ignored Percy's question. "Piper needs rest. We'll talk about this later."

"I think now would be better," said Reyna firmly. "How on earth is there something worse than the Titan army?"

Chiron, inexplicably, seemed to give a half laugh.

Rachel, however, looked as if an idea hit her. "Wait a second," she said, "wait, Chiron – Hera."

"Hera what?" Reyna asked.

"Her cabin – it was her! She's the one who took me over!"

Percy's eyes narrowed. "Because I didn't need another reason to beat that goddess in the –"

"Careful, Percy, watch how you threaten the queen of the gods, for that may be the last thing you ever do."

"I'm their golden boy," Percy said, voice oozing fatigue and exasperation, "they won't kill me until I give them everything they want."

Clearly there was some bitterness between Percy and the gods. Reyna would have to check that out at a later date. "Back to Hera," said Reyna. "That does seem right. She was proud, almost haughty. Sounds like a goddess' MO to me. And she was wearing a goatskin cloak." A memory nagged at the back of Reyna's mind. "That's Juno's symbol!"

"It is?" said Percy. "I didn't know that."

"Of Juno, her Roman state. She is more warlike," said Chiron.

"That means Hera's in a prison," said Rachel. "Who could do that?"

Percy, to everyone's surprise let out a laugh. "Annabeth'd get a kick out of this," he said with a strange little grin that looked almost painful for him. "Somebody shutting up Hera? That's her lifelong dream."

Chiron shot him a glare. "Calm yourself, Percy," he cautioned, "Hera's still an extremely important Olympian, maddening as she is. Her capture could shake the foundation of civilization for ages if this isn't addressed promptly and delicately."

"Delicate is the last word I'd use to describe Lady of the Bad Ideas," grumbled Rachel.

"Well a Titan can capture a goddess, like Atlas did to Artemis, so how do we even begin to think of something worse than a Titan?" asked Percy. He folded his arms across his chest, looking highly uncomfortable and dangerously close to fighting anyone who said the wrong thing.

Reyna, just to take her eyes away from Percy, who was beginning to worry her a bit, glanced over to Seymour. "She said she'd been gone for about a month," said Reyna quietly. "I don't know if that's relevant…"

"It is," replied Percy. "That's how long Olympus has been closed. The gods must know something awful is happening."

"Wouldn't be hard to tell," said Rachel. "I mean, Hera keeps a lot of the stability in the family. Without her, you can bet your last dollar that there's conflict."

Percy nodded. "They probably even had trouble deciding whether or not to even close Olympus."

"Why would they send me here though?" asked Reyna. "What am I expected to do? She took away my memory, meddled with Leo's and Piper's, and ripped me out of whatever my actual life is to throw me through a couple of hoops, just in case everything wasn't complicated enough. Why not just call the gods themselves with some sort of godlike firework? Why use a demigod like me?"

Rachel sighed. "The gods need demigods to do their dirty work."

"Which constantly ends up with us little people being prophesied to die or drowned in a massive lake of demons and evil," interjected Percy. "But Reyna, you're right. Why's your memory gone?"

"And why was Piper's altered?" asked Reyna, looking down at the girl still asleep on the couch.

"Well, clearly she's part of this," said Rachel. "I mean, Hera spoke through me with the intent of speaking to Piper. She said 'free me.'" Rachel turned to Percy, a grim look on her face. "And, Percy, I'd bet on anything that this has something to do with Annabeth's disappearance."

Percy turned to Chiron. "Why aren't you speaking?" he demanded. "What do you know?"

There was a brief silence as Percy looked at Chiron, but there was no anger in his face. It was desperation, the fear that he would never get back the girl he loved, and the holding out of a hope that Chiron would be able to fix everything. "I cannot help you with this, Percy," Chiron said solemnly.

The desperation and fear went nowhere, but the hopefulness dissolved in place of rage. Percy looked, at that moment, like the son of fire instead of the sea. The anger and frustration that had clearly been building since Annabeth had gone missing began to roll off of him in waves. "You can't keep secrets from me, Chiron," he said, his voice dangerously low. "You have no right. I've nearly died, Annabeth's nearly died, all for this camp. We fought to protect the gods, the world, hell, we fought to protect everything." He paused, his eyes closing. "Annabeth's gone, and you won't help me get her back."

Chiron's expression was resolute, but sympathetic. "I'm so sorry, Percy. But there is nothing I can do to assist you here. I have sworn." He turned to the others. "I must have some time on my own. Rachel, please look after Piper for now, and call Argus to take her to the infirmary if you don't believe you can take her there on your own." He turned to Percy. "I know the last thing you want to do right now is speak to anyone right now, but I need you to talk to Reyna, tell her about the Greek and Roman gods, and, for what it's worth…" Chiron turned from Percy and headed toward the door. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry I cannot help you."

Percy pounded a fist against the wall, and breathed unsteadily for a few moments. If Reyna wasn't so sure he was just waiting to lash out at the next thing that touched his nerve, she would have asked if he was crying.

"I'm sorry," said Reyna, not quite sure why she was apologizing. "I'm here and I think that messes things up. According to Chiron there was an oath he –"

"Oath my vescimini," Percy growled. "What oath? It must be one hell of an oath for him not to break it even for Annabeth."

"The way he speaks of her…It's like he's talking about a daughter."

Percy nodded. "He practically raised her." Percy ran a hand through his disheveled hair. "I just don't get it. Why does he want me to talk to you about the gods?"

Percy turned to the table, seeing Reyna's short sword.

"What kind of sword is that?" he said, sounding confused. "Got any idea where it's from?"

"Well if we're being literal, it started out as a hair clip in my pocket –" He fixed her with a glare, " – but other than that I have no idea."

Percy sighed. "Looks like we've got a lot of having no idea going around. Look, if Chiron won't help, then we're going to have to make some moves on our own. Let's go to see Clovis. Rachel, watch Piper."

Rachel nodded. "Of course. And…" She chanced a smile at Reyna. "I wish you luck, Reyna. I'll make sure Piper is okay."

Reyna nodded. "Of course."

As Percy and Reyna began their walk out of the Big House, Reyna turned to Percy. "So who's Clovis? My godly parent?"

Percy appeared to choke on air. "Oh, gods, no," he said with a laugh. "No, no, he's a camper." He snickered again. "Oh, but that's a hilarious thought."

"What is this then?"

"Cabin Fifteen," said Percy. "Cabin for the god of sleep. Controls the Lethe river, meddles with dreams, works with memories, which means they can possibly get your memories back."

"There's a river that wipes memories?" Reyna asked as they walked up to the door of the small and modest cabin. "Really?"

Percy nodded as he pushed the door open. "Wiped the memory of a Titan." He smiled wistfully at a memory. "I named him Bob. It was like remodeling a person back to being a toddler. Kind of funny, really."

While Percy was talking, Reyna had stepped into the cabin and had begun to doze off a bit. After a little more chatting, he noticed. "Whoa, snap out of it, Reyna." Percy snapped his fingers in front of her face. "Dude, no falling asleep. This place is a danger zone, even worse than the Ares cabin with its disguised barbed wire and the thorn bushes that line the windows of the Demeter cabin."

Reyna made the executive decision not to ask for more information and to never, ever go into either of those cabins.

"Yo, Clovis, wake up, man," said Percy, jostling a tiny little guy from his sleep. Reyna realized why Clovis being a parent was funny. The kid might have been fifteen, maximum, and he was little. The small boy had blonde, fluffy hair and a stocky body with thin, little limbs. This guy clearly was not going to fight Reyna's way into success.

"Clovis!" exclaimed Percy. "Ugh, wake UP!" His last word was punctuated by Percy yanking the pillow out from under Clovis' head.

Clovis jolted, and it couldn't have been pleasant. "W-what?" he said, sounding confused. "What's happening?" He yawned broadly, and Reyna suddenly found herself nearly overwhelmed with a desire to sleep.

"Quit that!" said Percy, hitting Clovis and Reyna with the pillow. Reyna knew she should have been mad, but she had to admit, the pillow did wake her up. "We need help."

"Did I tell you I planned on waking up?" he groaned, groping for the pillow that wasn't there.

"I'm not giving this back until you help me out," said Percy as he shook his pillow. He explained the problem, hitting Clovis and Reyna with the pillow every time they seemed to doze off, and Clovis stood when Percy was finished with the story.

"Nothing?" he asked. "You really remember nothing?"

"Bits and pieces, but nothing without some prompting."

Clovis smiled sleepily, and it occurred to Reyna that perhaps he had no other smile. "Then you, sit down."

Reyna opened her eyes. Apparently she had sat down, but she hadn't remembered doing so. And also, someone was talking.

"This is bad," she heard Clovis say.

"What just happened?" asked Reyna, sitting up, but still weary with sleep.

"You were out for a few minutes, but, um," Percy winced. "You almost, like, dissolved."

"Please tell me you don't mean literally."

Percy shrugged. "Then I won't tell you."

"Memories, usually, are lost or good reason. They fall below the surface, kind of like dreams, but often I can get them back but you…You're a new case."

Percy folded his arms, dropping the pillow on the bed. "So was she wiped by Lethe?"

Clovis shook his head. "This is even more than Lethe. She'd be wiped so cleanly she probably wouldn't even remember her name or how to dress herself properly."

"Thank the gods I didn't have to deal with that with Bob," muttered Percy.

"What?" asked Clovis.

"Nothing, sorry. What were you saying?"

"Her memories were stolen."

A silence swept over the room. "So, what," said Reyna, "somebody just reached into my brain and handpicked what I needed to not know?"

"Not someone," said Percy. "Hera."

"Any reason for that?" asked Clovis.

"Well, we think it might have been Hera as Juno who did it."

"Helpful," said Clovis. "How is that supposed to make any difference?"

Percy frowned. "I mean, maybe it's just that they're the same god. I don't know."

"Well, there are some gods that are only Roman. But even some of the Greek gods change major characteristics and personality traits when the shifted to the Roman deities."

"How does that change who they are?" asked Percy. "You live a millennia and go 'hey, you know what? I'm going to try that punk rock phase!' and convince a bunch of teenage idiots that screaming into microphones for attention is a great way to make money?"

Clovis blinked. "Are you suggesting that one of the members of Fall Out Boy is secretly one of the Olympians?"

Percy rolled his eyes. "Just explain."

"They got more warlike in Rome. They changed. I mean, Zeus didn't have an all-access pass to reality shows back in Ancient Greece. Tastes and attitudes towards things change."

"And you know this how?"

Clovis shrugged. "I spend a lot of time dreaming. Like once, I was onstage with Michael Jackson. And once I was in a Nicki Minaj video, but I forgot the lyrics to Super Bass and she told me I wasn't booty shaking enough –" One look from Percy, and Clovis shut up. Reyna fought back a giggle.

"So the Romans were harsher and more powerful, the gods of a massive empire."

"So they were like, the Mr. Hyde to the Greek gods' Dr. Jekyll?" asked Percy. "Well, in that case –"

"No, no," replied Clovis. "They stood for discipline, honor and strength. They were still good, just more orderly." He blushed. "And less likely to, uh, sleep with everything that moved."

"They had goals of upholding the laws and duties of leaders," said Reyna, not quite sure why she was speaking. "They took to heart the responsibilities of an empire, made themselves easy to model after so that humans could follow in their paths."

Clovis and Percy turned to Reyna. "That's…Pretty much true. But the Roman gods weren't the kind of people you'd call to babysit your kids. My father, Hypnos? He was called Somnus in Roman times. He used to kill people who fell asleep on the job."

"Cool," said Percy, sounding like he thought it was decidedly uncool. "But what's this got to do with Reyna?"

"No idea," said Clovis. "But if your memory was taken by Hera, then only Hera can get it back for you. Can I sleep now?"

Percy nodded. "Thanks. See you later?"

Clovis fell face first into his pillow and mumbled something incoherent.

"Will he be okay?" Reyna asked. "Something tells me even demigods can't breathe through pillows."

"And something tells me even demigods can't easily deal with memory loss," said Percy, with a sideways smile in her direction, "but that's not stopping you."