I drifted back into consciousness. I was lying on something soft. Opening my eyes, I found myself lying on a grassy field surrounded by woods. I stood quickly, turning to survey the rest of the field. Something felt off. Last thing I remembered…

I didn't remember anything. Last thing I remembered I'd woken up a few seconds ago. I looked down at my shirt: green. Something about that felt wrong too. I reached into my pocket. Some trash, a pen, a few dollars. Maybe I'd come from school? Did I even go to school? Something told me I did. The nearest underbrush rustled. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my pen. How this would help me, I had no idea, but something about it just felt right. Two kids came out of the brush. They looked around my age, not that I had any idea what that was, but both were wearing full battle armor. They looked at me.

The more intelligent part of my brain told me to run, but something didn't let me.

"Quis es?" demanded the nearer one, and I noted her high pitched voice. Unfortunately, I had no idea what she had said. Somehow I thought I recognized the language though.

"She asked you a question," snapped the other, his voice almost gravely, and much more aggressive. "Who are you?" I looked at him.

"I don't know," I admitted.

"Yeah right," snarled the guy again. "You're trespassing, so you'd better tell us before we call the police."

"I don't know," I repeated. "And you aren't calling the police." I wasn't sure how, but I knew he was bluffing. Maybe it was the battle armor. I was pretty sure you wouldn't call the police in it.

"You're right, we're not," he snarled, gripping his sword more tightly. "So you'd better tell us what we want to know." Half of me screamed to run, but I held my ground.

"Pick another question and maybe I can answer it," I told him. This didn't seem to satisfy him, and he moved in closer.

"You'd better…"

"Maybe he really doesn't know," suggested the girl. She was still standing towards the edge of the clearing, but I could see the tight grip on her sword. She wasn't just scared, she was keeping a perimeter.

"I don't think so Gwendolyn," the guy said. "But if I can't beat it out of him, I'll consider the point." He turned back to me and charged. I sidestepped, simultaneously pulling the cap off my pen. Probably to my surprise as much as his, it turned into a bronze sword. He wasn't deterred for long, but I parried his blow, then ducked as the girl, Gwendolyn, attempted to attack from behind. I swiped my blade in an arch, driving the guy back and coming around in time to block Gwendolyn's second swipe. I kicked her in the stomach, making her drop her sword and fall backwards across the clearing. I turned just in time to catch the boy's newest swipe on my blade. I saw an opening and took it, catching his sword's hilt with the point of my own and twisting it out of his hand. In a second I had my sword at his neck. The look of surprise on his face was eerily familiar. I felt that I'd received that look after performing that move before.

"Who are you?" Gwendolyn asked from the ground, clutching her ribs.

"I don't…" Suddenly a name floated into my head. Luke. "I'm Lu…" No, that wasn't right. That was not my name. I'd known someone named Luke, and they'd had something to do with the disarming move. "I don't know."

"Well, go ahead," growled the boy. "What are you waiting for?" Gwendolyn's eyes widened.

"No," she said. They both seemed to be expecting something, but I had no idea what. "Shut up Dom."

"I was going to kill you, so you're going to return the favor, right?" Dom snarled. Gwendolyn looked at him like he was a total idiot.

"What?" I asked, looking at him for a second. Immediately I realized my mistake. I dove, knocking Gwendolyn away from the sword she'd lunged for. We rolled into the bush, and my sword flew out of my hand. Gwendolyn tried to roll away, but I managed to pin her to the ground. Then I heard Dom running up behind us. So I did the only logical thing. I rolled to the side, throwing Gwendolyn into him. They collided and slammed into a tree, both falling to the ground. I snatched up Dom's sword and pointed it at both of them.

"Definitely a monster," Dom whispered to Gwendolyn.

"I am not a monster," I replied. As soon as I said it, I was sure. I was something else, a…

"Are you a demigod?" asked Gwendolyn. I felt my eyes light up.

"That's it," I said. "I'm a demigod. A half-blood." It felt like finding a puzzle piece.

"Well, out team's gunna be here any second, so I'd get out of here if I were you," Dom snapped. Teams in the woods? This was familiar…

"You're playing capture the flag," I realized. Dom and Gwendolyn looked at each other.

"How did you know that?" demanded Gwendolyn.

"I…I don't know," I repeated. There was more noise a few yards from me. I whirled just in time to see two more guys in battle armor charge out of the woods.

"Games over loo…" they stopped talking when they saw me. They both drew swords. I groaned. Why did they all have to be so heavily armed?

"Quid agis?" he asked, looking over at Gwendolyn and Dom, who I was watching in my peripheral vision.

"I might explain if you don't just blindly attack me," I answered before they had a chance to reply.

"Don't…" Gwendolyn started to warn them, but it was too late. The bigger one lunged, and I ducked, allowing him to slam into the tree behind me. I waited for the second to lunge, and he didn't disappoint, but his move was slow, slightly sloppy, and I easily dodged, slamming the butt of the sword into his head as he passed. He fell down on top of the big guy. Something collided with my arm and found myself engaged with Dom again. He knocked the sword out of my hand, but I didn't really mind. Instead I reached back into my pocket, where my pen was resting again. I wasn't sure how I'd known it would be back, but it was. However, I let Dom think he'd won.

"Not so tough now, are we?" he asked. I rolled my eyes.

"Dom…" Gwendolyn started to warn him, but I pulled out my pen and uncapped it again, knocking Dom out of the way and allowing him to land on the two other guys. Gwendolyn proceeded to attack. Her style was more controlled than Dom's, and more careful. We had sparred for a little while when suddenly a voice boomed over us.

"Enough." Gwendolyn withdrew, walking over to help the boys to their feet. I turned to face the voice to find a large wolf glaring at me along with fifty or so more teenagers. I capped my sword and put the pen back into my pocket. "You will come with me, demigod." I didn't have to ask who she was talking to. "You too." Gwendolyn fell into step next to me as we followed the wolf back out of the woods.

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I stood next to Gwendolyn in a tent, which, given all the maps and tactical layout, I took to be a mobile command center. Across from us was the wolf, which appeared to be staring me down.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded.

"I don't know."

"How did you get here?"

"I don't know."

"Who are you?"

"I don't know." The wolf seemed frustrated with my replies.

"I don't appreciate spies boy," she snarled.

"I'm not a spy," I said. Well, honestly I might be. But you probably have to remember who you are to be a spy.

"Then tell me who you are."

"I don't know," I said. Something told me that she wouldn't let me go without the truth. "I woke up in a clearing about a minute before these two attacked me." The wolf seemed to smile.

"You were trespassing. Gwendolyn and Dom were right to attack," she replied. Great, the wolf's overly aggressive too. Then again, she was a wolf.

"Lupa, I believe he actually does not know anything," Gwendolyn announced. I wasn't sure whether to be thankful or offended. Lupa smiled at me again.

"You must truly not remember anything to have a daughter of Minerva on your side," she said. "I will believe you for now. However, you must tell me your name." I closed my eyes, straining to remember.

"Perh…" Gwendolyn started to say something, but that was enough to jog my memory.

"Percy!" I exclaimed. Both Lupa and Gwendolyn looked at me skeptically. "My name's Percy." Lupa nodded.

"Very well Percy. Gwendolyn, please explain the camp to him."

"What?" Gwendolyn protested. "Lupa, he…"

"For now, he is a pup," Lupa replied. Gwendolyn nodded, and walked out of the tent. I hesitated a second, unsure of what to do, but Lupa jerked her head towards the opening of tent, so I followed. As soon as we out of ear shot of the tent, Gwendolyn rounded on me.

"You got a last name?" she demanded. I faltered.

"Not that I can remember."

"Well then Percy, this is camp," she gestured behind her. "You'll be in the last legion, number 12." She gestured down one of the groups of people down the hill. "Well, get going." With that, she turned around and walked in the other direction toward the first group of people. I slowly started down the hill. When I reached the group, all fifteen or so people glared at me.

"Uh… hi," I said, giving them a bit of a wave.

"Hi," a couple people replied half-heartedly. Everyone had changed into normal clothes, except they all wore matching purple t-shirts. A girl stepped forward.

"You're in the back," she told me. I nodded, and walked to the back of the group, winding up standing next to a different girl. Her hair was a rich brown, like wet bark, while her eyes blazed bright green.

"I'm Percy," I said, extending a hand to her. She didn't take it, regarding me skeptically.

"Listen Percy, if you want to be anybody in this camp, you want to pretend you never talked to me and focus on training," she told me, turning her head back away.

"Well, that doesn't sound like much fun," I replied, continuing to hold out my hand. She turned back to me and smiled.

"Terra," she said as she took my hand. "Welcome to camp."