Abby stood there in the arena, probably making a fool of herself. She waited for the impact of Hank's golden blade to strike her. Seconds passed and minutes passed as well and she was still breathing and still alive. She opened her eyes slowly, her brown eyes falling on her friends blue ones. He looked at her confused, the tip of his sword inches away from her face.
"Abby...? Was I about to stab you...?" Hank asked before withdrawing his sword from Abby's face.
"Yeah, you were." Abby said taking a deep breath and looking at her friend. She smiled lightly and watched Hank as he spun his sword in his hand, making a ring. He slipped it on his left, pointer finger and looked back at her.
"You remember me?" Abby asked quietly, making sure that everything was all right between them. He nodded and looked at her smiling with a crooked grin.
After Abby had gotten changed into new clothes, a Camp Half-Blood t-shirt and a new pair of jeans, she slipped on a pair of her white socks and shoved her small feet into her blue Vans. She walked out of her cabin as a cool breeze blew threw camp. Her cabin was Cabin 3. A low cabin made of gray stone and sea stones and shells mixed in. The cabin also pointed toward the ocean.
Hank waited outside, leaning on the cabin's outer front wall. He saw her walk out her cabin and run over to her, "So, you probably are wondering why no one remembers you."
Abby gave a nod, "Yeah, it has crossed my mind a few times." Abby said with a small laugh. It was obvious that the camp did not recognize her at all. She looked at him and they started to walk side by side. He started to explain everything from when she went missing to now.
"I... I went missing?" She said. The two of them were walking around the edge of the lake.
Hank nodded and stopped to look at her. He wasn't much taller than her, but he still was taller than her, "You see... You suddenly disappeared on a quest and we sent out search parties. Weeks passed and still no sign of you. We assumed that you..." He looked down and didn't finish his sentence. They assumed she was dead, but it must have pained him to talk about that. Abby wondered why? Maybe because they were such good friends, "So anyway... After that, Percy started to ignore people. I did too. I guess loosing you was hard on both of us. The shroud is the last thing I remember though. Then it was like you were just erased from everyone's memories, but just to let you know. Your shroud was beautiful."
"Thank you, I guess." Abby smiled lightly.
Abby went off on her own after her friend and her talked. She needed to be alone for a little bit before dinner. The sun was setting every so slowly in the horizon and over Long Island sound, 'I can't believe I disappeared...' She thought to herself. She walked close to the border line of the camp and the forest. She kept her distance from everyone to avoid any other problems. Only Hank knew her as of this moment.
Abby recollected her thoughts tons of times as they all slipped away like papers flying away in the wind, "Something is not right..." Abby spoke to herself. Someone wiped the camp's memory of her. She would have though further on this but she was distracted by the sound of a boy and girl screaming. The screams were beyond the border, faint but still there. Taking her pen from her pocket, she started to run full speed to the screaming and past the border.