~ALY~

As I charged at the demonic bird-lady, I felt my brain switch to automatic. It was as if my body knew what my mind didn't: how to fight.

I couldn't really remember what happened, or how we managed to destroy the crazy beast, but I did remember the roar of the Gulf, shouts of anger, and bird-like screams.

The next thing I knew, we were all covered in a gold dust and the Fury-apparently named Mrs. Dodds- was gone.

Annabeth and Jason were doubled over panting-and covered in water. Percy and I were dry and surprisingly not tired.

"Tha-that..-" I managed, but words failed me.

"Pretty crazy, huh?" Percy asked me, a small grin spreading over his face. Jason and Annabeth were not grinning, however.

"H-how...?" Jason managed, his eyes wide.

I followed his gaze to my hand and felt my stomach grow heavy.

The necklace I had ripped off was now a sword.

It was a dark purple as the necklace had been, and like the necklace, had blue glowing lines running through it.

"Oh..." Annabeth started.

"My..." Percy managed.

"Gods." they finished together. Their eyes were wide and their mouths ajar.

I swallowed hard, as I felt my head begin to ache badly. I doubled over in pain as flashes of images and words popped into my head:

"This, my bebé, will give you strength." A blonde-haired, brown eyed, woman told me, as she handed me the necklace.

"Cool! Where'd you get that?!" A blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy, who looked eerily like Jason, exclaimed.

"It's name is donum." A man with stunning ocean sea-green eyes said.

"You have power unimaginable. Use it well." A 12-year old girl with red eyes, who I now knew as Vesta, told me.

I panted heavily, as my mind tried to process what I had just seen. I heard Percy's voice vibrate through my head.

I managed to straighten up enough to look at his lips. He said:

"Aly? Aly?! You OK?"

"Y-yeah." I managed to stammer, even though in truth I felt like I was going to spew up my guts at any moment.

"That was so weird." Annabeth muttered.

"Th-the fight must h-have got to me." I lied.

"But Jason did the same thing as you." Percy said in confusion. "He doubled over groaning; he was holding his head."

I swallowed.

"Say what now?" I managed, as I turned to Jason. His face was pale and drawn.

"It wasn't just the fight," Jason whispered weakly, "I saw images, heard voices. It was like when I was getting my memories back, but ten times stronger, and ten times more painful."

Annabeth and Percy looked at me.

"What did you see?" Percy asked, his voice husky.

I managed to explain what I had seen without puking, although I could feel a cold sweat break out on my forehead.

Turning to Annabeth, Percy switched to another language that I couldn't understand.

The two went back-and-forth for a little bit, seeming to be in an argument.

"Wh-what are they saying?" I asked Jason, whispering so they wouldn't hear.

"I don't know," He replied, "They're speaking Ancient Greek."

"Ancient Greek?!" I croaked.

He nodded.

I opened my mouth to state how absolutely impossible this was, when Percy turned to me. He spoke in English. His face was unreadable.

"We need to be on our way to Camp. Let's go."

I wanted to protest, but his expression said that wouldn't be a good idea, so I walked out to sea.

I looked back at Annabeth and Jason, who gave me a smile and a wave.

Despite my nervousness, I was exhilarated. I felt strangely powerful and strong, as if I belong here. Even more so with the sword, that had turned back into a necklace, around my neck.

I looked at Percy, who was next to me.

It was time to head off.