Nice long chapter to apologize for the one month and seventeen days (I think) long wait? My summers are usually busy with camps, trips, visits and stuff, so I'm sorry.
I was floating. That's really the only way to describe what I was doing. I was watching a boy about six years old, with shaggy black hair. I recognized the scene being Montauk Beach. I loved it there. My mom and I would go every year with Nico and Thalia before MoA happened to us. After that, it was only every second year. I felt my eyes warming up. No more Mom. No more trips to Montauk. I turned my focus back to the boy. He was kneeling next to a bush, peering into it. There was a forest on the end of the beach that I wasn't supposed to go in, but I always went in. "Hello?" the boy asked the bush. For some reason, I had a sense of déja vu. I was able to float down next to the boy. I looked into the bush and saw a pair of grey eyes peering out.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you, I promise." the boy assured, standing up and holding his hand out to the bush with eyes. When the bush didn't take his hand, the boy sighed and sat down. "I'm Percy. Who're you?" Percy? Was this...? But it couldn't be. I can't remember this. It never happened. This never happened to me. This wasn't me, it couldn't be. It just couldn't. Then again, this boy looked exactly like me, but younger, with less scars.
"You won't hurt me? Promise?" The bush finally replied. It was a female bush, I decided. Her voice was quiet, but not weak. Her words may have been innocent, but her tone clearly told you that she wasn't afraid and would put up a fight if you tried anything. The boy nodded. The bush analyzed the bo-me, and a girl crawled out. I should have seen that coming. There's no such thing as a talking bush. But this was only a dream, not some memory I can't seem to remember. The girl had curly blonde hair in a ponytail, with a few twigs latching on, her clothes were ripped, and she had scratches on her arms and legs. She looked pale and skinny, as if she hadn't eaten in days. She's pretty, I heard my younger self think. So I was telepathic now? Well, I guess not, seeing as it was me who I was able to read the mind of.
"I'm Annabeth." Wait...what? This couldn't be a memory. It couldn't. I never met Annabeth before being assigned to kill her.
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Before I could see what happened after that, I was whisked off to a different scene. I hated that I left that scene without knowing what would happen next.
Anyway, the current dream I was in was sort of familiar. I could remember it. We were taking a tour of MoA's headquarters. Connor and Travis were showing Thalia Nico and I around. Back when we were only twelve,
"-and that brings us to the end of our tour. You can hang out here until one of the Olympians calls for you. Later," they told us, jogging off to do who knows what. Not long after the brothers left, a woman with long dark hair and dark grey eyes came up to us. Athena. She never liked me, something to do with a fight with my dad. This part, I couldn't remember.
"Perseus. Thalia. Nicolas," she greeted. "I'd like to ask you a favour. Please come with me." I saw myself whispering something to Thalia:
"That was fast." Athena led us to the infirmary floor. I floated behind them, not paying attention to the room. I had been brought here a bunch of times, after missions and after training. As for the twelve year old versions of my cousins and me, they were soaking everything in, still oblivious to how much they would hate being part of this agency. Athena opened a door that looked almost invisible. It was as white as the walls, and had no doorknob. Athena had to take a pass card and slide it through the crack that separated the wall from the door for it to pop open. That would be a useful lock for security purposes. Anyway, it lead to another medical look that was even whiter than the infirmary. Never thought it possible. This looked more like one of those rooms where surgery stuff happens. Yeah...I really need to expand my vocabulary. The room had metal tables with cuffs to strap your arms and legs to keep you strapped to the table, and on the tables and carts beside them had a bunch of needles with colourful liquids in them. Some sort of drugs. There were also sharp medical tools and stuff. That was pretty much it. Athena turned to us.
"Please lay down. Make yourselves comfortable."
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Once again, I was blown away to another scene. I was back at Montauk, with seven-year-old Annabeth standing beside seven-year-old-me. The only difference between this scene and the last was that Annabeth's hair didn't have twigs, dirt and leaves tangled in it, and we were in the cabin.
"Hey Mom," he told mY mom when they entered. She was reading a book on that old chair we used to have. My mom looked up and saw Annabeth, and her eyes brightened. I floated to a nearby chair and sat in it, ready to see the scene that I seemed to have forgotten.
"Who's this?" she asked.
"Anna-"
"Annabeth, "Annabeth interrupted him. Me. Percy. Let's call the past me Percy, to keep it from getting confusing. It felt weird looking at me and using third person to say what he's doing.
"It's nice to meet you Annabeth. Where do you live? Or are you staying at one of the cabins a few miles away?"
"No ma'am. I don't live anywhere." Mom rose an eyebrow. I remember when she did that to me. I miss her. I felt something wet sliding down my cheek, and quickly wiped it away.
"Where are your parents?"
"I ran away. They don't want me."
"Oh honey, I'm sure they do," she reassured, standing up and going to give the young Annabeth a hug. Percy was just looking back and forth between them throughout their conversation. Annabeth stepped back and crossed her arms over her chest.
"No," she replied stubbornly, shaking her head. "They don't want me. My stepmother hates me, and my dad doesn't do anything about it." Mom just sighed.
"All right then. Where do you live? What's your phone number?" Annabeth just stared at my mother before answering.
"I live in San Francisco. I'm not gonna give you my number, because I don't want them to find me. I never want to go home parents hate me, and I hate them." Mom's eyes bulged when she said she lived in San Francisco. Percy tugged on Mom's shirt.
"Where's San Frisco?" he asked innocently.
"It's Francisco Sweetie. It's on the other side of America." Percy's forehead scrunched up as he thought.
"Is that far?"
"Very. Annabeth dear, how long have you been walking?"
"I got on some trains, subways and buses, so I haven't been walking the entire time. I've been travelling for about a month though," she said, a bit sheepishly.
"How could you afford all that?"
"I couldn't," she mumbled. "I should go. I don't want to bother you anymore." she went to leave, but my mom grabbed her wrist and pulled her back gently. Annabeth looked up at her in curiosity.
"You're not going to live by yourself in the wilderness. You can stay with us as long as you want."
"You won't call my parents? You won't make me live with them?"
"Not unless you ask." Annabeth smiled and thanked her. Percy looked overjoyed. I was confused; if she had lived with us, how could I not remember?
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My dream shifted again. It was getting quite annoying; leaving me with questions before my dream could answer. That sounded weird. Oh well. Anyway, I was back in the white room, except this time, my cousins and I were strapped down to the tables. Athena spoke to us.
"Foolish children. I have been training for over twenty years; whereas you have not had any training whatsoever."
"Why do you want us?" Thalia asked Athena, politely may I add, but I heard the aggravation in her voice. As for me, I could still hear Percy's thoughts. I knew he wouldn't be as composed as Thalia. What kind of twelve year old has that vocabulary? Where did he, I ,learn those words at such a young age? Probably Gabe. Anyway, back on topic.
"I believe you are close friends with Annabeth Chase?" They all looked at Athena suspiciously.
"What does she have to do with anything?" Nico asked.
"You see children, Annabeth is my daughter." The three pre-teens looked shocked. Then Percy looked enthusiastic and excited.
"Does that mean she'll come? She'll be working with us?"
"I'm afraid I cannot let my daughter come into this world full of murder. Which is why I must erase any memories you have of her; and any possessions that may remind you of her will be put in a box." A box. It must be the one that Mom saved from the fire! "I will ensure that Miss Jackson will not to bring the topic up, and I have sent Annabeth's parents to pick her up. The only way to regain your memories is if I choose to return them. Now, let's get started." She took out a long needle, with an orange liquid in it, and headed towards Percy. I could feel his fear, his regret, and he kept repeating Annabeth's name over and over in his head; an act of trying to make sure he would remember. I was so naive. I was whisked to a new dream as soon as the tip of the needle touched the skin on Percy's bicep.
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We were back at our apartment, where Percy was about ten. Ten-year-old Annabeth was chasing him around, while Percy was laughing like he was having the time of his life.
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" she screamed at him. I was pretty sure the entire block heard her. Annabeth was faster than Percy, and eventually she tackled him. The result was Annabeth sitting on Percy's chest, with a triumphant and murderous gleam in her eyes. Percy's arms were pinned down and fear was evident in his eyes.
"Please don't hurt me?" She just smiled wickedly.
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My dream shifted, except this time it was different. Instead of me being blown away by some vision-wind, it was the dream that was blown away. It's hard to explain, but I didn't move. This time, it was when we were about nine. Mom was suntanning, while Annabeth and Thalia were looking for things on the sea shore. Seashells or rocks, I'm guessing. I was trying to push Nico in the water, but he sat down stubbornly and didn't budge. I remembered that Nico was scared of water. He hated it. He would hardly even drink it, but he usually had at least one glass a day. I remembered bugging him about how he needed at least two litres a day. The thought brought a smile to my face. Thalia also despised the water, but she was fine drinking it and walking about knee-high in it. Annabeth seemed to have found something, because she was showing something to Thalia, waving her arms around. I was guessing she was going into a detailed explanation about whatever she found, based on Thalia's bored look. Annabeth seemed to give up on trying to excite Thalia, so she ran up to Percy and Nico.
"Guys! Look what I found!" she exclaimed. Nico stood up and went to see what she was holding. It was a shark's tooth.
"It's a shark tooth," Percy confirmed. "So what?"
"Shark's are rare around here. By the looks of the tooth, the shark was male..." I zoned out the rest of her speech. Even as a nine-year-old, she was overly smart and boring. "Are you even listening?" Nico nodded his head eagerly (he was obviously listening. It's a wonder how he did it) Percy was staring off into space. Actually, he was staring into the water, but whatever. Annabeth snapped her fingers in front of his face.
"What? Oh, that's cool Annabeth." She rolled her eyes in response.
"Do you not want to know this stuff? The extra information might push that kelp out of your head."
"What? Are you saying my head's full of kelp?"
"Congratulations! You got something right!" Percy glared at her.
"Yeah, well. If you have all that extra information, your brain will get huge and explode!" Her response was an eye roll.
"Seaweed Brain."
"Wise girl! Yeah, that's my nickname for you!"
"Whatever Seaweed Brain." Percy scowled.
"Can I see the tooth?" She handed it over to him, and he analyzed it. Then he ran off with it, laughing, looking behind him to see if Annabeth was chasing him. When he saw she wasn't, he skidded to a stop.
"Don't you want the tooth back?" Nico asked curiously.
"He can keep it. I never really liked anything to do with water anyway." What? Why? The ocean's just so...perfect.
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I was back to being blown away to a new dream, and this time I was next to Thalia, who was having a conversation with Athena. They were in a regular sized room, with average walls and average furnishing. Unless you count a shelf filled with vials full of colourful liquids not average. Athena was looking through those potions.
"Now that you are part of the rebellion, there is something I must give you," she told Thalia.
"Can I ask a quick question?"
"You just did." Thalia ignored her statement.
"Aren't you part of the MoA?"
"Zeus doesn't trust many people with inside information. He only shares with his brother and myself. I am the best person to spy. Now where did I put that-ah! Here it is!" She took out the vial with a clear liquid in it, with bubbles swirling all over the place, rather than upwards. It was about as large as one and a half of those cups that adults drink liquor out of. What's it called again? Shot glasses? Yeah, I think that's it. The label on it wrote: Thalia's Memories. "These are the memories I took from you."
"Memories?"
"Just drink the entire bottle, and they will slowly come back to you." She took the vial cautiously, and popped off the cork. She brought it to her lips and drank it in one gulp.
"How are you feeling? Any memories yet?" Athena asked after about five minutes.
"I feel like puking. That tasted disgusting."
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In this dream...memory...vision...whatever you want to call it, was when I was about eleven. It was Christmas, and we were all lounging around our mini pine tree. Mom was actually in the kitchen getting the feast ready, while Percy, Annabeth, Thalia, Nico, Bianca (Yes, she lived with us too. Now that I think about it, our apartment was always a bit cramped) and Tyson were exchanging presents. Tyson was my little brother. Half brother, really. He wasn't my mom's son, but his mom abandoned him in an alleyway. I didn't find out he was my brother until I joined the agency, when my dad told me. Tyson decided to join the rebellion instead though, because he is pretty soft-hearted, and childish. He's five years younger than me, has light-brown hair that often falls over his left eye, which gives him the appearance that he only has his right eye, and innocent calf-brown eyes. His nose is also a bit large, and his body is large. Not large-fat, but large as in he looks like a football player, just not as much muscle. At least, that's what he looked like the last time I saw him. Which was about four years ago.
You already know who Bianca is, but I'll tell you what she looked like anyway. She was two years older than Nico, had his dark hair and pale complexion, but her eyes were literally black, but a warm black (if that's possible) unlike Nico's. She usually wore a green beanie, even if she was inside. She was never really a people-person, like Nico, but she was always likeable, unlike Nico.
Anyway, Percy handed Annabeth a small box (wrapped, of course). She ripped off the paper and opened the box to reveal two identical, leather necklaces, each with four beads.
"Friendship necklaces, so we will always remember each other." Nico wolf whistled, which resulted in Percy and Annabeth chucking wrapping paper at his head. Thalia just laughed, and Bianca chuckled while Tyson was fumbling with the tool kit he got. "Each bead represents cool stuff we did together. The one with the trident was when we played capture the flag, and I fell into the creek."
"You barely got wet."
"Yeah. You said it was because I was Poseidon's son, remember?" She nodded. I almost laughed. Annabeth was right; I was Poseidon's son. But I wasn't the son of a god, I was the son of a murderer.
"The one with the fleece is when we went to Hawaii, and wandered into a forest that was closed off. At the other side was we found a giant ram's fleece, and we took it. I swear that guy in the baby blue tuxedo was too big to be human." Everyone laughed. "We told Thalia the fleece had magical healing powers." At this, Thalia stuck her tongue out at Percy. It still feels weird using third person to describe what I was doing.
"I never believed you."
"I'm sure that's why you wrapped it around you when you had that awful cold," Nico teased.
"Anyway, the one with the labyrinth was when we found Mrs O'Leary in the corn maze." Mrs O'Leary was a mix between a mastiff and a black poodle. Her collar only had her name, and after a month of looking for the owner, we finally decided to keep her. The apartment didn't allow pets, but we often played with her at the park, so that when we sneaked her back to the apartment, she'd be too tired to make much noise. Now she lived with Nico at HQ. "It took us the entire day to find the exit. It was like the maze kept changing so it trapped us in there."
"Mazes don't move Seaweed Brain."
"The one with the Empire State Building was when the school had that field trip. We wandered away and went to the very top of the building," he finished, ignoring Annabeth's response.
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I was whisked away again, and this time I was in an alleyway. It was sometime in the afternoon, and Nico was sitting against the wall, eating a cheeseburger from McDonald's. I knew it was from McDonald's because a Happy Meal box was next to him. What kind of sixteen-year-old boy still eats happy meals? This must've been recently, because Nico was sixteen. I doubted this was a memory, so I'm assuming that this was when Nico ran away. His dark brown eyes had bags under them, and his ghostly pale face looked tired. His dark hair fell into his face, and for some reason, he was wearing his aviator's jacket. This was only near the end of September, it wasn't even cold. I noticed he was wearing his dancing skeletons t-shirt Bianca had given him for his birthday. A familiar woman with dark hair, grey eyes and sharp features.
"Nicolas," she addressed in an almost-hostile voice. Nico looked up.
"Athena," he mimicked in the same voice she looked.
"I have something I must give you." She took out a vial that was the same as the one she gave Thalia, except this one had Nico's name on the label. "I need you to drink this."
"And why should I?"
"This has your memories that you will need to help both Perseus and my daughter. After all, why would you want to help save someone you don't know? I am returning these to you, because I know you no longer want to pledge your loyalty to a group who kills innocent people for no apparent reason. Once you drink this, I suggest you return to that sea spawn friend of yours." She meant me. Poseidon always like water, so his name suited him. "He cannot rebel alone. He needs a friend to help with. Two is more powerful than one." Nico looked at the vial uncertainly, but he took it anyway.
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This time, Percy was nine again. He was tearing his room apart looking for something. Nico was sitting on his bed watching with interest.
"Nico! Have you seen my shark tooth?"
"Why do you need it?"
"I want to show it to the class for that thing we have to do about what we did this summer."
"Maybe Tyson has seen it. He does share a room with you after all." Percy went out of the room and Nico (and I) followed. Tyson was sitting at the table eating Mom's freshly baked blue chocolate muffins. Those were always delicious.
"Tyson! Have you seen my shark tooth?" Oh! It was the one from that other dream I had. I just got that.
"Uh, No?" he replied nervously. He immediately shoved a muffin in his mouth. Percy and I both noticed he was lying, but Percy just brushed it off and went to find Thalia instead.
"She always like stealing my stuff," he reasoned.
"Hey Percy," Annabeth greeted, walking over to him.
"Check it out. I got Tyson to tie the wire around and through it, and I strung the leather string through. It's a shark tooth necklace!" Percy crossed his arms over his chest.
"Necklaces are for girls." Annabeth's face fell, and I felt that Percy felt guilt.
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Once again, I was blown away, and this time I was in the middle of nowhere. All around my was a void of darkness. I didn't see how this was relevant to be a dream, unless it wasn't a dream at all, and I was finally able to get some rest. And then a voice talked. I couldn't recognize the age, gender, or if it was even human.
"The only other way your memories will return is when strong or familiar feelings arise. I don't like you much, but I will help you find the strength to bring down the Murderers of America if you ask. Now is not your time, and you must awake."
"Wait! Who are you?" How was I supposed to ask for help when I didn't even know who this person (let's just assume it's a person) was?
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I saw light through my eyelids and groaned. It was so bright. I just realized something. All my dreams were centered around Annabeth...the visions of Nico and Thalia don't count.
"He's awake!"
Who wants to hear awesome news? The bookstore had a mix up, and they released the Demigod Diaries a week early! So then I told myself I wouldn't read it until I finished this chapter. It didn't work (I read it), but I finished the chapter anyway. Sorry for any grammar mistakes I might have...
I suggest you go back and read your review because I don't think you remember what you wrote.
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