Forgotten memories

I got a bad feeling about this!

I found myself abandoned at the final bus stop, surrounded by an isolated landscape and engulfed in a relentless snowstorm. Armed with a dagger, a backpack, and a rolling suitcase, I sat at the desolate bus stop for a while, uncertain of my destination. After some contemplation, I chose a direction and walked for about 15 minutes until I stumbled upon a colossal building that resembled a castle, sending a shiver down my spine. Above the grand doors, a sign proclaimed its identity as Westover Hall.

Approaching the imposing entrance, I hesitated momentarily before pushing open the doors. The interior was vast, adorned with banners, battle flags, and an impressive array of weapons—antique rifles, spears, battleaxes, and more. It became apparent that Westover Hall was undoubtedly a military school, but the abundance of weaponry seemed excessive, even for such an institution.

As I explored, faint disco music reached my ears from the other end of the hall, hinting at a possible school dance. Lost in thought, I examined the banners until a gruff voice interrupted my musings.

"Hey, you! What are you doing here?" shouted a stern voice.

Turning toward the source, I saw a man and a woman approaching. Both had short gray hair and wore black military-style uniforms with red trims. The woman sported a mustache, while the man was clean-shaven. Their rigid posture suggested military discipline.

"Well?" the woman demanded, causing me to gulp nervously.

Before I could respond, the doors swung open again, revealing a group of people entering—three individuals with distinctive features. The man and woman shifted their attention to this new group, allowing me to slip away unnoticed into the dance.

Leaving the hall, I overheard a peculiar sound—a snap—and it piqued my curiosity. As I continued, a tall boy with a small goatee accidentally bumped into me, causing both of us to fall. He apologized hastily and rushed into the hall. My intrigue led me to a gymnasium filled with black and red balloons, where students were engaged in lively activities. Unsure of what to expect, I observed a peculiar girl wearing a green cap and a boy beside her playing with playing cards. There was an inexplicable sense of unease about them.

The group that had assisted me in escaping entered the gymnasium, prompting me to retreat into the shadows by the punchbowl. My gaze remained fixated on the green-capped girl and the boy, as well as the blonde girl and the raven-haired boy dancing awkwardly. Suddenly, the man from the entrance stealthily led the boy and girl out. My instincts kicked in, and I decided to follow them, placing my hand on my bracelet instinctively.

Upon returning to the hall, the mysterious man was nowhere to be seen, but the children stood frozen in horror. Without uttering a word, I sensed the girl's fear was directed at something other than me. Before I could inquire, the raven-haired boy emerged with a bronze sword in hand, eyeing me warily. However, before any explanation could be offered, a WHOOSH sound rang out, and two spikes were hurled toward us. I narrowly dodged one, but the other struck the boy's shoulder.

"Perseus Jackson," the man in the uniform with a French accent addressed the boy. "Thank you for coming out of the gym."

In short, were fucked.