Hey guys! I'm baaack!

Nobody missed me? Oh, okay.

Well, I have a new chapter for you, and it's also EXTRA long! You'll finally be able to know what happens next, like, what does the mysterious note say? Questions will be answered. Yay!

I did get home on Friday, but instead I just slept for 6 hours. I was out camping, and I think I got 2 hours of sleep every night. It was horrible. I was also busy yesterday, and now I have time to post this chapter.

The song for this chapter: 'Hello Night', by Zoe Keating. It's a gorgeous cello solo and I love her work. I've done a ballet dance to one of her songs. Just to let you know, at the beginning and end of the song, it has a strange ringing for about 30 seconds. I promise it's supposed to be like that. It's very quiet.

Put the song on repeat. As always, there's a link on my profile, too.

I think this is one of my favorites.

Let it commence.

Percy

"You...what are you - no!"

Fear was on her face, and she tried to push the vial away, but I managed to get some of it in her mouth. I didn't even bother trying to hide the grief on my face for Octavian. I was finished pretending.

Her eyes turned glassy as the liquid touched her tongue. Her face went slack and she stared at me blankly.

My shoulders racked with sobs as I drew her close to me and placed her head on my shoulder. I rubbed her back, her hair, her face with my hand.

"I love you," I whispered.

She turned limp in my arms and I set her gently down, her head on my lap. Her eyes had closed, and besides the tear tracks on her face, she looked peaceful. She was knocked out from the Lethe, and it was wiping away her memory.

I pulled out the note in my pocket and clenched it in my fist. This note held everything, and if I lost it, she and I would be done for.

My fingers traced her jaw and brushed her hair. Why did I do this to her? Why couldn't I have gone noble and taken the Lethe myself? Why did I have to succumb to Octavian?

I knew the answer. He wasn't bluffing when he said he would kill us both. I could see it in his eyes. I'm sure that if I'd taken the Lethe for her, he would have killed us. I had no way to defend myself. Riptide was gone, taken away by Terminus. If I could just find it...

The door swung open, and I looked up from gazing Annabeth.

Octavian walked in, a smile on his face, and he started to applaud slowly.

"Quite the performance," he said. "I'll admit, you had me convinced. You are quite the actor."

I couldn't think of anything to say. All that ran through my mind was ways that I could kill Octavian, ranging from quick death to being chucked in lava. I settled with staring at him wordlessly, putting all of my hatred toward him in my glare. If only looks could kill.

"You're probably wondering what will happen next. I have plans for you, don't worry."

"I won't."

Surprise flickered across his face, but it was quickly gone. "You are predictable, Jackson," he spat. "I knew you were going to go along with this. You love her too much. Too loyal. Too soft. You are nothing. You were easy to defeat. I didn't beat you with strength. I beat your mind. And soon, you'll have nothing, just like her. You'll be wiped away. Cleansed, I dare say. It's your turn."

My fist tightened on the parchment. Don't let him find it, don't let him find it. Everything will be okay if you just keep the note.

Octavian put his hand in his robes and pulled out another vial.

"Do you want this the easy way, or the hard way?"

I held out my hand, and he dropped it in. I looked at Annabeth once more before I pounced.

I jumped at Octavian with lightning speed and he was knocked to the ground, his head hitting the stone wall. He shrieked in surprise before my fist connected to his face. His nose erupted under my knuckles and blood began to fall freely. He screamed in pain.

"Did you predict this?" I growled.

He managed to get a few swings in, but I held him down, wanting to cause pain to every part of him. Anger turned my vision red.

Arms suddenly hauled me away from him and threw me across the room. My head cracked against the wall and I saw stars. The vial had flown from my hands, but instead of shattering, bounced harmlessly on the grimy floor.

Octavian got up shakily, leaning against the wall and breathing heavily. Blood covered his face, and he already had bruises blossoming on his skinny arms. He had extreme fear on his face, and he glared at me. I didn't waver.

"Apparently, you've chosen the hard way," he moaned. "Bind him."

The same guard grabbed me roughly and tied rough rope around my wrists and feet. I fell to the ground losing my balance.

Fear suddenly gripped me. I'd dropped the note.

I could see it, lying just a few feet away near Annabeth's side. I tried to crawl towards Annabeth, but the guard flung me back.

"No, no," Octavian said. "Let him be by her. It'll make it worse for him."

I righted myself and crawled over to her. Octavian and the guard just watched me make my way slowly across the floor. They didn't move, and Octavian stared at me smugly. When I managed to get near her, I secretly picked up the note, hiding it in the palm of my hand.

"Give me the vial."

The guard walked over to where the vial was lying and handed it to Octavian. There wasn't even a scratch on the glass surface.

Octavian crouched down next to me. I felt a rush of satisfaction when I saw his bloody face.

"I've been waiting this moment for a long time," he whispered. "I've wanted to see you fail, Jackson, and now I'll be able to witness it. Any last words?"

"Save the stupid speech. Go to Tartarus."

"Hmm, I was expecting better. Oh, well."

He uncapped the bottle. I looked away from him and looked at Annabeth. I wanted her to be the last thing I saw.

"Say goodbye to your memories."

Hands grabbed my face and forced my mouth open. The vial touched my lips and the thick liquid fell down my throat. Instant blackness creeped into my vision, but I didn't take my gaze away from Annabeth.

I heard Octavian and the guard leave, but I didn't look away.

"Annabeth." My tongue fumbled over the word and it sounded like a garble. "Annabeth."

The blackness then took over, and my head fell to the floor.

Our hands were touching.

Annabeth

Headache. Pain. Darkness.

It felt like an invisible force was washing through my head, stealing things. Memories flickered through my mind, and in a flash, were gone.

Black. Dark. Gone.

I had nothing left.

I opened my eyes and blinked several times. My eyes felt like they were glued shut, and my head pounded insanely.

"Ugh," I moaned, touching my temples. I squeezed my eyes shut and slowly sat up.

I was on the floor. How did I get on the floor? What was I doing before? Did I faint?

I...I couldn't remember. Anything.

I blinked some more and looked around. I was in a small room. Stone walls, stone floor. Slime everywhere. Metal bars over the windows and door.

I was in a...ce...

What was it called?

A...cell. I was in a cell.

How did I get in a cell?

I looked around more. There was straw in a corner. Barely any light coming in the window. A person.

A person?

A person.

A boy.

I stared at him. He was lying down, facing me. His eyes were closed and he was breathing softly. Was he asleep?

He was muscular, and had dark hair that fell over his face. His mouth was slightly open, showing perfect teeth. His feet were tied together, and as I moved my eyes over him, I saw his hands were, too.

And they were touching mine.

I jerked my hand away. Why was he touching me? Who was he? Where am I? Who am I?

My head started to pound again, and I felt like I was missing something. I knew I was missing something. What was I missing?

I looked at the boy again, and my heart started to pound. I felt attracted...

What? What was I saying? What was I feeling? I couldn't remember.

I saw his hands lying there, and I gently touched them. He didn't move. I placed my hand on top of his tied ones.

His skin looked rubbed raw from the ropes. I moved to his feet and untied the ropes from his ankles. I then moved to his hands. I threw the ropes in the corner.

Something was in his hand.

He was clutching something.

It looked like...

What was it? What did it look like?

I racked my brains. It looked like...paper. It looked like paper.

Curious, I tried to gently pull the paper out of his fist.

He twitched, and I jumped back.

He moaned and rolled over, so I was looking at his back. He moved a hand up and rubbed his face and brushed his hair back. He sat up, blinking hard.

He looked around, and I realized I was holding my breath. His eyes moved around the cell until they stopped on mine.

His eyes were bright green.

My heart stopped.

He looked confused.

"Who...who are you?"

"I don't know. Who are you?"

He rubbed his eyes with his fists. The paper was still in them.

"I...don't know either. Do you know where we are?"

"No. I woke up here. I can't remember anything."

He groaned. "Me neither." His hands fell back in his lap. "Do you know your name?"

I thought hard. "I think...I think it starts with an...A? No...I can't remember."

"Me neither," he repeated.

He suddenly jumped and stared at his fist. "What's this? How did it get here?" He pulled out the paper and looked at it. "Do you know what it is?"

I shook my head. "I saw it in your hand when I woke up. Open it."

He unfolded it and stared at it, his green eyes moving over the paper. My eyes moved up to his face. His hair was sticking up, and it was falling into his eyes. His eyebrows furrowed together while he read.

"I don't believe it," he said suddenly.

He stared at the note again.

"What is it?" I asked.

Instead of answering, he just handed the note to me. I started to read:

Dear Percy,

Yes, that's your name. I don't have much time, and I'm writing as fast as I can. My time is running out, but you need to know this, or else everything will be lost.

I'm you. In the past.

It's insane, I know. We are Percy Jackson, seventeen years old, and a demigod. You are the son of Poseidon, the Greek god of the sea. I...er, we, can control water.

We've been captured and thrown into this cell. I can't explain the whole thing, but soon I'm going to lose my memories. I'll forget everything. When you read this, it'll have happened to me already.

There will probably be a girl in the cell with you. Her name is Annabeth Chase, and, this is going to sound crazy, but you love her. A lot. You're dating right now. She's also a demigod, the daughter of Athena, goddess of wisdom.

Now to what you need to do. You need to get out of here. ASAP. If you don't...I don't even know what will happen to you. First priority is escape. Don't get caught by Octavian. He's bad news and the one who's done this to you. You need Annabeth with you.

Once you've managed to do that, you need to retrieve your sword, Riptide. Terminus, the god of borders, is holding it. He's a statue, and he's outside somewhere. This thing is important to you.

Ask Annabeth if she has a hat in her pocket. She can turn invisible when she wears it.

Leave Camp Jupiter. That's where you are now. Get away from there as fast as possible.

Once you've left, find the god, Hypnos. He's somewhere in the Underworld. You need to find the entrance to the Underworld and find him, and, I honestly don't know if this is going to work, but he may be able to restore your memories. If he can, you'll remember everything that has happened to you.

I'm sorry about all of this. This will be confusing to you, but you need to do it.

You need to get out of there.

Give Annabeth a kiss for me.

~Percy

And there's the note. I hope you guys like this chapter. Honestly, I think it's my favorite one in the story so far. Please leave me a review and tell me what you think! Do you like it when I accompany my chapters with songs? I think I asked that before, but I don't remember what you said. I think it's fun to find a song that fits in well with the chapter. It's a good challenge.

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OKAY BYE.

R&R Percy's letter...