Heir of Chaos (Percy Jackson fanfic, sequel to Siphoned)

Chapter 7

Disclaimer: This is just a fan-fiction, all rights go to Rick Riordan.

Cyclone/Percy POV

"So, what do you remember?" Dorian asks.

"You know the 'ritual' that we do every 2000 years or so?" I put air quotes around ritual, Chaos like to call it a ritual.

"The one that keeps us from going crazy?"

"Yeah, that one." To keep all of us immortals, on Chaos's planet, from going crazy we do a sort of cleansing ritual. It pushes our older memories to the back of our mind, so any guilt or sadness or anger doesn't build up over time. "The memories are there, they are just deeper than the ones that we usually push back. It's like a wall is between me and the memories. Sometimes I break through that wall and I get a memory, but then poof," I gesture with my hands. "The memories are blocked again."

"Is there a pattern to when you can get to your memories?" Dorian had sat down on the chair opposite me.

"I'm not sure, I haven't been able to find a pattern."

"Okay, let's think about this." Dorian is quiet for a minute. "Do you even want to be Percy anymore? You've been Cyclone for so long."

"I don't know," I rub a hand over my face. "But I need these memories, it's like there is a piece of me missing and I need to find out what I'm missing."

Later we head to the dinning pavilion, for the first time we get to see all the campers. And all of them get to see us as well, to say we got some odd looks would be an understatement.

"Dorian! P-Cy!" Jason waves us over to his near empty table.

"Jason," I nod to him.

"Superman!" Dorian calls, earning himself a few snickers, that just boost his already inflated ego. "Though I don't get the reference, I've heard it all over the camp." We sit with Jason. I glance around at one girl catches my eye. She's blonde haired and grey eyed, sat at the Athena table, she seemed to be chastising one over her brothers. Though the girl seems so familiar, and her lecturing as well, I'm sure I don't know her.

I glance at Jason and notice him looking at me with wide eyes. Dorian seems to be doing the same.

"Ah, Perce," Jason clears his throat. I'm about to tell him off for calling me Percy when I notice that everyone is staring at me, not in the wary, somewhat fearful way they were looking at me before, but with shock and hope.

"Percy," a boy that I hadn't noticed steps out of the shadows. I look down at myself and I can do is gape.

"Um, Cy, what happened?"

"I don't-" But before I can finish my sentence the boy had thrown himself at me, sending a right hook at my jaw. Well, that hurt. I look at the boy and finally recognize him. Nico di Angelo.

I glance up and see the Jason, Piper, Hazel, Frank, Leo, Calypso, Will and Chiron standing in front of me. I know them all, really know them, if only a little bit. My friends, but there is still something missing, someone with grey eyes and blonde hair. The most important of them all, but I still cant reach her, cant get to her. Before I can delve deeper into my thoughts alarms go off.

"The camp is under attack!" A demigod yells, running from the woods. The demigods rise in unison, grabbing their weapons and heading to see who had intruded their camp. Our camp.