Annabeth lead them out of the park, slowing down and changing into her shoes. She caught Percy staring at her.
"What?" She asked accusingly, realizing she was wearing denim short shorts and a tank top underneath a tee shirt.
"Nothing. I'm just trying to remember."
"Oh."
There was an awkward pause as they waited for Annabeth to hail a taxi. The ride to wherever it was they were going was silent. The taxi driver kept looking back at the two of them. Once, he caught Percy's eye and raised his eyebrows, quietly asking what was going on. Percy simply shrugged in a I-have-no-idea kind of way. The taxi stopped in front on a large hill with a single pine tree standing in the middle of it. The taxi driver narrowed his thick brows in confusion.
"You folks sure this is where you want to be?" He asked.
"Yes" Annabeth replied at the same time that Percy said "I don't know". Annabeth gave him a look that, like other gestures, seemed oddly familiar to him. Annabeth paid the driver and he sped off, not wanting to be in the middle of whatever was going on.
"So, where are we exactly?" Percy asked, watching the bright yellow cab speed off to the blessed Manhattan Skyline of civilization. Annabeth just laughed, took his hand and pulled him up the hill to the tree. She made him walk backwards though.
"Okay, before I turn you around, put your hand on the tree," she commanded. Percy did and a quick jolt went through him. A strange thing happened. Copies of a younger version of Percy appeared on the hill. They were all shades of brown, like that setting on a camera called sepia. They were all different ages, all doing different things. There were other people and creatures there too. Annabeth was there, the older boy with the curly hair was there too. There was a girl from the last flashback, Clarisse, Percy recalled.
Of course, there were also insane creatures too. There was a small dragon wrapped around the tree, a golden fleece hanging from a branch above its head. A golden bull charged the hill, running straight at Clarisse and Copy Percy. Another Copy Percy fought off a hulking shape, half man, half bull. A fifteen year old girl fell out of the pine tree, into another Copy Percy's arms. Than, as soon as the images had come, they left.
Percy shook his head, not sure what to think of what happened. He looked at Annabeth for answers.
"What did you see?" She asked curiously.
"Younger mes. If that makes sense. They were doing different things. They were all different ages. What was that?"
"The tree knows you. It wants to help. I know that sounds crazy, but it does."
Percy gave Annabeth a long stare, navy eyes meeting silver-grey. He nodded.
"I trust you."
Annabeth smiled and took his hand again and turned him around. They were on the very top of a hill, and below them was a large valley, surrounded by other hills. In the distance, Percy could see an expanse of the Atlantic Ocean and a rather daunting looking forest. By the forest was a collection of buildings, numbering to around three dozen. A large house sat closest to the hill where he stood with Annabeth. Statues and small temples littered the empty grounds, kids walking in and out and around them. Percy looked over at Annabeth.
"I know this place." He stated simply.
"Yeah. You do. This is Camp Half-Blood Percy. You spent every summer here between the age of twelve and eighteen. When you lost your memory," Annabeth said. She tugged at his hand and led him down the hill.
"Before I give you the second tour you've had of this place, there's someone you ought to re-meet."
