A/N: So sorry for not updating! I have an uneven balance between this story and the Prophecy Comes True and World War Three. I feel bad now :{ But I'll try to make this chapter REALLLY long. :D Be afraid. Oh, and one more thing, I have planned out this whole story, and may I say, I am excited to write the rest. I'm going to incorporate different Greek monsters, gods, giants. You just wait. This will be a tough quest.

Lina's POV

The car drove on. Fausta, the Camp's 'bodyguard', was going to take us to Las Vegas and then we were on our own with Reyna. I almost shivered at the thought. It seemed as if Percy was having a harder time with this car ride to Vegas. He kept mumbling to himself, and honestly, he was freaking me out too. Is this something that all children of Neptune/Poseidon have to go through?

My eyes wandered to look outside. It was a peaceful day and the Venza we were driving in helped a lot to see out the windows. It almost felt like there were no windows. My thoughts wandered to Brendan's Iris message. He seemed all right, but what if something happens? I groaned mentally in my head. Being a demigod is tougher than I thought. I willed myself to try to go to sleep. Eleven hours is a lot of time to spend in a freaking car with two mental demigods.

In my dreams, I could hear mumbling, like what Percy was doing. Darkness swarmed in front of my eyes. I heard screaming and running. Loud grunts filled the area. I could feel sun on my back, but I couldn't see anything but darkness. My hands were gripping something wooden and wet. Suddenly, I was on my feet. I had no control over what I was doing. I ran in the darkness. Frantic thoughts filled my head. I could hear Run, run, run. Then, when I could feel a deep grip on my arm, Crap, crap, crap. Sight came all of a sudden. I was in the pirate ship, and a ten-foot tall ugly dwarf was holding onto my arm. But it wasn't my arm. This arm was tan and well muscled. More importantly, my shirt was off. I wanted to scream, but I realized I was in a boy's body. I couldn't see my face, but there was a piece of glass in the corner of the ship. I looked down and screamed. I was in Brendan's body. My thoughts became jumbled, like two minds converging. I was not going to let that happen. The dwarf smiled, happy that he caught his prey. His teeth were razor sharp, and his lips were purple. His blond hair was filled with old bones. He wore what looked like a prince would wear in the Middle Ages. I would have laughed, but I was too busy being trapped by a dwarf.

The monster holding onto my arm lifted me in the air. Someone's thoughts, I guessed Brendan's, said, Plan. Need a plan. Wish Lina was here. Aw, crap. Huge monster coming. Rope! Must get rope. Run!

Brendan's body lurched forward, and he did a little flip out of the dwarf's arm. He ran faster than I thought he could, faster than I thought anybody could run. He ran to the side of the boat and took a huge piece of rope from a hook on the wall. The rope was slimy and mossy and looked like it would be hard to get a grip on it. He ran back over to the monster, who looked as confused as I was. The ugly dwarf picked up one of the wooden planks on the ship.

"I am Chrysaor! Son of Medusa and Poseidon!" He pointed to me, or should I say, to Brendan, "Your kind killed my son. Prepare to die!"

I raised my arms in defense, forgetting that I was in Brendan's body. Mumbled thoughts filled my head like, what's happening? And Who the crap is his son? "Whoa. I did not kill your son. Who even is your son?" I said in my voice.

He dropped the plank. "Gods, your kind doesn't get any smarter. My son, Geryon, was killed two years ago when a young demigod named Perseus Jackson killed him with an arrow."

His words sent a flag in my head, and into Brendan's head. How could Percy kill a monster when he was with us at Atlanta Prep?

Lina, is that you? I heard Brendan… think?

Uhh, yeah. I guess, I said in my mind.

How did you get here? What is this guy saying about Percy? And what are you doing in my body? Nevermind, just think of a plan to get us out of here.

Well, that was rude, I thought. Then I looked back at Chrysaor. If I was in Brendan's body and controlling what he does, can I control him? I focused my energy to go into Chrysaor's mind. I could feel myself lifted from Brendan's body and into Chrysaor's mind. His thoughts were mixed up and jumbled, and it was hard to make sense.

Chrysaor, I whispered in my head.

"Who's there?" he whirled around, expecting someone behind him.

Your worst enemy. I had to hold my laughs back, it was just too fun.

"Huh?" he whirled back around to face Brendan. "Is this you, demigod?"

Brendan fervently shook his head. I thought of walking in my own body, and Chrysaor started to walk. Something wasn't right. I didn't feel right to do this to him, to anyone. Why am I doing this?

"Who is there? What are you doing?" Chrysaor yelled.

I told you, your worst enemy.

"Just shut up! Who are you?"

I thought of walking away, far and far away. Towards the lake. I could feel Chrysaor struggling with me controlling him. I was at the edge of the deck. One more step, and he was food for the fishes. Not really. He probably could stand up in the lake and not even get his long filthy hair wet.

"Stop it! You will hurt yourself if you hurt me!"

I had to think about that. If Brendan kills him while I am controlling him, would I die too? I decided on a different plan. Brendan had a rope. All I had to do is tie myself to a wall and then Brendan can kill him when I leave.

I walked over to Brendan to take his rope. He backed up, thinking Chrysaor was coming to hurt him.

"Do not worry, Brendan. I'm in control." It sounded weird having my voice speak out of Chrysaor's body.

Brendan looked stunned and a little wary. He slowly walked towards me and I took the rope from his hands. I walked past Brendan and up the stairs to the top deck. Chrysaor struggled to say something aloud, but I kept him from talking.

Stop it! You will kill me along with you! He said in his mind.

It made me sad that I had to defeat him by controlling his mind. Who said anything about killing?

He tried to fight back, and I just shut him out of my mind. I walked up the steps to where the top deck was. I glanced to the place where Brendan and I kept the sleeping bags but quickly looked forward to the huge mast. I willed myself to stand right next to it and tied Chrysaor around the mast.

Stop! Please stop! Don't leave me here to rot!

I kept winding the rope around the mast. With Chrysaor's strength, it was almost too easy. I tied the knot with finality it wouldn't come undone, even if Chrysaor tried to untie it. His tiny brain probably couldn't figure out the complication of the knots. I released my mind from Chrysaor's and felt myself lift off into Brendan's mind.

It's done. Kill him. Can't be much help now. I said in his mind.

Wait! How do I kill him?

I sighed in my/Brendan's mind. Ram him through with something. I don't know. Just don't let him escape from those ropes.

I tried to leave Brendan's mind thinking I could just return to mine. I kept thinking and thinking that until I heard Brendan think, Lina, what are you doing?

Trying to get back into my mind.

Good luck with that, I can't be much help.

Brendan began to walk up to the deck towards Chrysaor. I began to feel shaking. Chrysaor was mad. He was struggling against the ropes, and I was afraid he would get out. The shaking continued, but Brendan didn't seem to feel it. In fact, I could only feel it. I heard frantic yells of "Lina!" "Lina, wake up!" and "Lina, get your butt awake before I smack you with my knife!"

The yells kept coming until I could feel myself floating away from Brendan's mind. I could hear other minds too. It was as if everyone in the world decided to talk at once, and right in my ear.

I finally settled into my own body, and I could tell because the yells intensified. I figured it was Reyna and Percy's way of waking me up. My eyes slowly opened, and I saw we were at a gas station near the Nevada-California border. I groggily sat up.

"Why…"

"It's been nine hours since we left camp. We figured it would be best if we woke you up now. It's about five in the afternoon. We plan on getting to Vegas at seven." Reyna said.

I sat up quickly. "Brendan!" I yelled.

Percy came to me immediately. "What's wrong?"

"I-I-had this dream. I was in Brendan's body, and I could speak to him without talking. It was if we were communicating with our minds. Then a huge monster attacked him. I controlled his mind too. It was so weird. Then, Chrysaor-"

"Chrysaor?" Reyna asked.

I nodded my head. She pursed her lips. "Why, is that bad?"

"Just keep going."

I nodded, but still suspicious. "So I controlled Chrysaor. I tied him up and left. I told Brendan to kill him."

"Do you have any idea where he is?"

"Uhh… no. But I have something to tell Percy."

Percy widened his eyes with interest. "What?"

"When we were fighting the monster, he said something about revenge. He wanted revenge for his son, Geryon, and said you killed him."

Percy went pale. "Geryon. Moo-mobile. Evil animals. Labyrinth. Anna-" he shook his head. "What the hell did I just say?"

Reyna widened her eyes. "You said something about a Labyrinth. And a Moo-mobile."

"Yea… what does that mean?"

Reyna shook her head. "It sounds really familiar to the myths that Lupa just began to tell us. She told us about the boy, who was a demigod. I think he was a child of the Big Three. Lupa wouldn't tell us anything about him, not even his name, but she told us all about his friends, family, everything except for him. Lupa held back on a lot of the details. She wouldn't tell us who is godly parent was and when the story had something to do with it, she wouldn't explain it. She wouldn't even say where he fought for, but we assumed it was for the Legion. He went on many quests and fought for Olympus. Lupa even said he was the bravest and best demigod in history. Better than… Jason. Anyways, those words reminded me of his fourth quest. He went on a quest for the Labyrinth. He went in and fought Geryon who owned a ranch with evil animals. His friend's name was even what Percy was about to say, Annabeth-"

"Annabeth!" Percy yelled, or more like screamed.

I held his shoulders down. "Perc. Calm down. Why is this important?"

He closed his eyes. "Stinging. My head hurts when I try to remember memories. But I remember this one. I'm sitting… no I'm standing. I'm standing on ground, and an amphitheater is near me. I hear words like, 'assume he is dead' and 'best surviving friend' then, oh! I'm moving. I come around the back of the place. There's a… girl? She is standing in front of maybe a hundred people. She is crying and she has dirty blond hair. She… has this green thing. It has a trident on it, and she is burning it. She said something like, 'bravest friend I've ever had' oooo. This is getting juicy. Oh wait. Now she is glaring at me and screaming 'He's right there!' I… I guess I'm her best- friend. Wait. Now she is coming up to me. She says 'WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?' and… CRAP! She is crushing me with a hug. Oh and- oh wait. I can't remember anything else." He opened his eyes. "Her face- her face was really familiar."

Reyna's face had gotten pale since the beginning of his story. "Percy, you just described the EXACT wordings of when Annabeth sees her demigod friend alive after two weeks of being healed by Calypso when he was shot out of a volcano."

I thought about that. Could Percy be the reincarnation of this demigod? Could- wait. When did this take place? "Reyna, when is this story set?"

Reyna looked at me like she just realized I was here. "It's a myth. Lupa told me so, but she said it would take place in modern day."

"What- no- how- whaaaat?" I said. I had a feeling what was happening.

Percy looked at me like I was crazy. "Are you okay, Lina?"

"This-this isn't a myth."

Reyna put her hands on her hips. "What do you mean?"

"Percy… I think… I think you are the demigod."

Percy stumbled backwards like he had just been hit. It was pretty funny, especially when he was in a car.

"Reyna. Tell him all the myths, now."

Reyna looked like she was recovering from shock. But she took Percy to the back of the car and told him all about the myths. I didn't need to hear it. I stumbled outside of the car and into the gas station shop. I bought a Coke and sat down at one of the tables. A silent tear streaked down my cheeks.

Why did those memories have to be fake?

A/N: ummm that sucked. I'm thinking about deleting this story. Honestly, I think everything sucks about it. Please review with your opinion