Lost

8 | A Little Too Trusting

Percy sat down in a lush couch, just as Medea had instructed him to. She had led him to some sort of camp that was set up in the woods, a place Medea called their 'temporary home.' Percy had to admit though, it didn't feel like home. The beings there were cold and unwelcoming, sending nothing but glares and scowls.

He did his best to brush it off though, telling himself that this had to be normal. As strange as it was, he trusted Medea. He was... drawn to her. He was physically unable to believe she was untrustworthy.

Medea had told Percy she would be returning with someone that could help him, restore his memory. Obviously he was going to stick around for that. He needed to know the truth.

It wasn't long after that Medea entered the room again, an older, regal, elegant looking woman following after, hair braided with jewels and a flowing gown. She looked Percy up and down with eyes full of hatred, making Percy tense. But he told himself that if Medea trusted her, he should too.

"Percy," Medea smiled, tilting her head and walking over to a shelf of sorts, "This is Pasiphaë. She can help you."

Percy found himself smiling. "You can restore my memory?" He said hopefully.

"Of course I can," The woman said, burying into the shelf Medea too stood by. She soon turned around, a vial filled with a liquid the color of rubies in her hand.

"Drink this," She said bluntly, handing the vial to Percy. Percy looked over at Medea who smiled, nodding her head, encouraging him to drink the liquid.

"Okay..." He said slowly, unscrewing the cork lid of the vial, tilting his head back, and swiftly chugging the liquid down. He immediately began to feel nauseous and lightheaded, unconsciously dropping the vial onto the ground and shattering it in small glass shards.

The shattering vial was the least of Percy's concerns though. He doubled over, clutching his head. It felt like it was being split in two, pried apart, brain being smashed with a sledgehammer.

Vivid images began to flash through his mind. Joining Luke in the forest when he was just 12 and running away with the older boy. Becoming Kronos' right hand and assisting in his resurrection. Formally meeting the love of his life, Medea, and forming an army to help Lord Kronos rise once again. Swearing to kill whoever got in his way, especially the pesky demigods of both camps, and his least favorite of all, Annabeth, the Athenian scum.

"Percy," Medea said slowly as his vision began to clear, "Babe, how do you feel?"

"I feel..." Percy paused, smirking, "I feel ready to take down those assholes at Camp Half Blood. Kronos will rise soon enough, the prophecy has foretold it."

Medea grinned. "Wow," She whispered, looking over at Pasiphaë. The woman's expression was blank, but she held a proud look in her eyes as she looked over Percy. "What do you say you get cleaned up, take a shower and change, and we can meet outside for a nice meal?"

"Sounds fantastic," Percy smiled, already standing up and heading for the exit.

As soon as he left, Medea eagerly turned to Pasiphaë. "I can't believe that actually worked," Medea said in awe. She spent enough time practicing magic to know it was possible, but the notion that Perseus Jackson would actually be allied with them one day seemed quite ridiculous.

"You doubt my abilities?" Pasiphaë raised her eyebrow.

"Of course not," Medea said calmly, "That doesn't make this any less outstanding."

Pasiphaë paused, before turning back to Medea. "You do realize you're a pedophile, correct? You're thousands of years older than the boy," She said.

"So? We've done much worse," Medea rolled her eyes, "Besides, he doesn't know that. I'm just his average, loving girlfriend."

"Relationships are hard. I fully support Perseus sided with us, and I'll do whatever it takes to keep it that way, but maybe pedophila isn't the best way to go," Pasiphaë said.

"You're ridiculous," Medea scoffed, "Oh, and I'd be careful what you say. I may be in the body of a mere teenage girl, but you have no idea what I'm capable of."