SITTING ON A BENCH UNDERNEATH the dark night sky, Percy had to admit that he had never felt so uncomfortable (as far as he could remember, which didn't say much considering his current state, but still).
Philomena, with her red eyes, stared at him in contempt, which made no sense to him. What had he done to upset her? She seemed friendly enough during dinner and since then he hadn't even had a chance of upsetting her.
"Want a cookie?" she asked, and pulled a little bag full of chocolate-chip cookies out from somewhere in her armor.
"Uh, sure, thanks" Percy responded. He just wanted to get this conversation over with and go to bed -- how wonderful that sounded. A bed, something he hadn't slept in for months.
Nibbling at their cookies, there was a short silence, until Philomena interrupted it. "What do you remember about your past?"
Percy almost choked on his cookie, coughing heavily before he turned to her. She wore the same cynical look as before. "Nothing. I mean... there's this girl, Annabeth, I think she was my girlfriend, but I'm not sure. I only remember her name."
Philomena nodded. "Anything else?"
"If I did, I would tell you, but it's as if a wall is blocking all of my memories," Percy tried to explain to her, so she would understand the situation he was in.
"So you know nothing about the Greek demigods? How you're one of them? Where you've met Reyna before? Where you came from?" She asked one question after the other, not even stopping to take a breath. Tears were once again forming in her eyes as she asked the last question, but she refused to show weakness in front of him, after all, he could be an enemy.
"You have no idea where Jason could be?"
Percy noticed the way her eyes had become shiny and he almost wanted to cry with her. He didn't know. He didn't know a single thing and it was all just so frustrating. "I'm sorry. If I knew anything, I would help you."
"Never mind then." She stood up, wiping her eyes before she turned around to face him. "And just one last thing: if you try anything funny, I will make you regret having been born, son of Poseidon."
With those words she walked away, leaving Percy to sit on his own on the bench, a half eaten cookie in his hand.
He couldn't explain it but something inside of him lit up when she called him son of Poseidon. It felt right being called that, just as it had left a bitter taste in his mouth whenever someone called him the son of Neptune.
This led him to wonder: how did Philomena know what to call him and why did she harbor such mistrust in him? What had happened to this girl? And most importantly: would she really follow through with her threat?
Philomena made a beeline to her bed after her short conversation with Percy.
She was frustrated but honestly, what did she expect? That he would tell her everything? Where Jason was and how she could get to him? Yeah, no that would've been too easy.
And even if, the mud-woman would probably stop her from getting to him.
Sleep came easy this night, which Philomena was thankful for. She just wanted to leave the troubles of her life behind.
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