Lost Memories

Thinking Bout' You

I sat on my windowsill, thinking about Annabeth. My memories are starting to come back slowly, one by one. Some are painful, and some are not. I remember thinking about loving in Rome with my girlfriend, and I remember her falling into a giant hole, which I don't know the name...yet. All these thoughts and feelings were starting to come back, and each time, it felt so painful. Every time I would close my eyes, I would feel a sharp pain throughout my entire body, and each time, I would get a new memory...or hallucination. Sometimes I think that I can see a centaur outside my window, staring at me with pity. But then again, it's different every time...a boy dressed in black with a sword, a cyclops, a girl dressed in black with a blue streak in her hair, and many others. I reached for my pen, which had a carving that said something in Greek. The last memory, or hallucination that came back to me was me, fighting on the battlefield alongside with my friends from...Camp Half-Blood, was it? Apparently this same pen could turn into a sword, when clicked open. I took a deep breath, and clicked the top of the pen. Nothing happened, as expected. I'm pretty sure these "memories" coming back to me are nothing but daydreams. The gods don't exist. "Demigods" don't exist. Camp Half-Blood doesn't exist either. I'm just dreaming because I haven't had enough sleep....I must be...if not the- no, that's not even a possibility. Sighing, my eyes started to droop, and I was asleep in less than a minute.

Whispers. That's all I hear. I'm stranded in a dark, empty space. I can see nothing but darkness, and I can't hear anything except faint hushes. One calls out my name. "W-what? Who's there?"
"Percy..." The voice said again.
"Who are you? What do you want?" I responded wearily.
"My name is Chiron, and I want to take you on a journey." The voice faintly whispered.
I responded, "A journey? Wher-"
I gasped. Suddenly I was being pulled through time, seeing all these battles, friendships, romantic moments, and painful ones too. Chiron took me through each of these scenes, all of them holding a place in my mind. Eventually, he stopped at an open grassy field. A weapons rack appeared immediately, and he chose a bow, a quiver, and a sword.
"What are you-"
"Percy. One way you must regain your skills, is to fight me."
The weapons rack disappeared, and in my hand, I was holding my special pen, with the Greek engraving. The pen shimmered, and the Greek engraving read "Riptide". I clicked it open, and Riptide instantly became a sword. I jumped back in shock.
"C'mon. Show me what you can do, Son of Poseidon." He challenged.
I was catious, "Wait Son of Posei-"
He sprinted, I mean galloped at me, charging with his sword. I stood where I was, paralyzed with fear. All could do was stand there. I closed my eyes just as the tip of his sword came in contact with my chest.