Chapter eeeiiighhttt!

The song for this chapter is the same. 'Hello Night' by Zoe Keating.

Let it commence.

Percy

My head. My head hurt so bad. It felt like someone was smashing the inside with a sledgehammer.

I just lay there with my eyes closed, trying to get over the pain.

What happened?

Why did my head hurt?

I tried to control my breathing. I was lost and confused. I couldn't remember a thing. Nothing. My mind was empty, like the person who was smashing my head took everything out first.

I tried to ask myself simple questions:

What's my name? P...I don't know.

What are my parent's names? Do I even have parents?

I felt something tug at my hand. It jolted me awake and I groaned. The person jerked their hand back and I rolled over. I lifted my arm up, stretched, and then rubbed my face. I sat up and brushed my hair back.

I looked around the cell. A pile of straw in one corner, gross walls, gross floor, a window with bars over it, a girl.

A girl.

A pretty girl.

She was staring at me with bright gray eyes. She was slightly recoiled back, ready to jump away. Her forehead had a nasty gash in it, and dried blood crusted her hair and forehead. Her hair was blonde.

"Who...who are you?"

She relaxed slightly, but she looked confused. "I don't know. Who are you?"

I thought hard, but a searing pain ran through my temples. I rubbed my eyes, trying to force the pain out. It was like I knew the answer, but I couldn't find it.

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

She shook her head. "No. I woke up here. I can't remember anything."

I groaned, my head still throbbing. "Me neither." I dropped my hands. "Do you know your name?"

She furrowed her brow, thinking hard. My heart started to pound.

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

"Me neither," I said again. I sat there for a minute, saying nothing, when I realized I had something clutched tightly in my fist. I jumped. Why didn't I realize it before?

I stared at my fist. "What's this? How did it get here?" I pulled it out, inspecting it. It was folded rather small, but there was nothing written on the outside. I looked at the girl. "Do you know what it is?"

She shook her head again. "I saw it in your hand when I woke up. Open it."

Shrugging, I unfolded it and started to read.

Everything became a blur and my head started reeling. Gods? I've lost my memories? I need to escape?

And the girl.

Annabeth. That was her name. It fit her perfectly. I loved that name.

"I don't believe it," I said mechanically.

"What is it?" she - Annabeth - asked.

I just handed the note to her wordlessly.

I watched her as she read. When she got to the part where it said: You love her. A lot. You're dating right now, she blushed and glanced at me. I just smiled weakly.

She finished the letter and then reread it. When she finished again, she turned the paper over in her hands.

"I don't...understand. We're demigods. Son of the sea god? Daughter of wisdom? There's no proof."

I shrugged. "Check your pocket. The note says to. That'll be proof enough for me."

She looked scared as she ran her hand down to her front pockets. "Nothing here."

"Check the back ones."

She touched her back pocket and jerked her hand away. "There's something in there," she whispered.

I gestured for her to pull it out. She slowly pulled out a dark blue Yankees hat.

"It's a hat...a hat," she said, staring at it.

"See if it's the hat. Put it on. Let's see what it does," I said.

She shook it out and placed it on her head. Her form flickered and vanished.

"Whoa!" I yelped, jumping back.

"Oh, my gods!" she shrieked. She yanked it off.

"Percy was right...or, I guess I was right. It's all true. Nothing like that should even exist!" I said.

She stared at the cap. "This isn't right. This shouldn't be right. But...it feels right. Why does it feel right?"

"It feels right for me, too. Do you have any water?"

"What?"

"I want to see if I can control it like the note says."

She looked around. "I think there's a puddle back there."

I stood up and walked over to the corner and found the small pool of water. Staring at it hard, I started to think.

Okay, how does this work? Do I just will it to move or-

A tugging pulled at my gut and the water lifted up in the air and formed a sphere.

Annabeth clapped a hand to her mouth. "No way."

I couldn't help but smile. I let the water fall back down with a splash. I sat down next to her and pulled out the note again.

"Annabeth," I said. She started when I said her name, but then she nodded. "If you can turn invisible, and I can control water, then that means this letter is true. I sounded frantic when I was writing this. This Octavian guy is horrible if he's done this to us. We need to get out of here and find a way to get our memories back."

"If all of this is true..." she trailed off.

"It is," I insisted.

She looked at me, and it felt like her gray eyes were studying me, taking everything in and analyzing it.

"I believe you. You sound like you know what you're talking about."

Our hands were inches apart. I resisted the urge to hold it.

Trying to clear my thoughts, I stood up and walked over to the door. There was a small hole where I could look out into the hallway, but there was nothing there. There wasn't even a guard. I rattled the handle, but it was locked.

Figures, I thought.

"Check the hinges," Annabeth said. "They could be rusted and weak."

I bent over to look at them, but the hinges looked secure. "There isn't a speck of rust on any of these."

Annabeth got up and looked at the window. "We might be able to rip the bars off, but we don't have anything to give enough force."

I slumped against the wall. "It's hopeless." I suddenly perked up. "A stone might be loose. We might be able to crawl out."

"Check the ones by the door," Annabeth instructed.

I rapped the stones with my knuckles and tried to rattle some of them out of the cement. "None here. What about yours?"

Annabeth didn't answer.

"Annabeth?" I turned around.

"Percy..." she whispered. My heart thudded in my chest when she said my name.

"What? Did you find something?"

"No, Percy...I..." She fell to the ground.

"Annabeth!" I ran over to her. Her fingers were fluttering over her forehead, and blood was starting to flow again. The wound was tinged green. I brushed her hair out of her gash, and my fingers were stained with her blood.

"I think it's infected," she whispered.

Eh, just a filler chapter WITH A CLIFFHANGER AT THE END.

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