Chapter 2

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A/N So, I don't put the little thingy that says all rights go to Rick Riordian, but I'm pretty sure you guys are some smart cookies, and all know that, SOOOOO, onto the story.

Leo

I'm walking towards him, when an Ares camper runs past me, and pushes me out of the way. I feel myself falling backwards, and I try to stop myself, but I hit my head on a sharp rock, and I black out.

Jason

Leo is walking towards me, when I see an angry Ares camper running towards him, and shoves him to the ground.

I see Leo bash his head into a sharp rock, and run towards him.

He has a huge bleeding cut on his forehead, and it looks REALLY bad.

"HEY! Someone get the Apollo campers!" I yell, picking Leo up.

He's rather light for a 16 year old guy.

The Ares camper looks at him, and turns white as a sheet.

Leo looks really pale.

It's only been bleeding for about 20 seconds, but it looks like he lost a lot of blood.

The blood is mixing with the dirt, and making red mud.

"HURRY UP!" I yell.

I see him take off to get somebody.

I looks at Leo, and pull him closer.

I'm really worried for him.

Leo 

It's really pitch black, but then a spotlight turns on.

It's almost blindingly white.

I see a really pretty Spanish lady.

She's smiling at me.

I walk up to her.

I'm about as tall as her, but she still has me by about 3 inches.

She strokes my face, and I ask her who she is in Spanish.

"I am your mother, my little angel. I must go now, but we will meet again." She kissed me on the cheek, and faded into the surrounding the darkness.

And then it's dark again.

And I'm so confused.

Jason

Leo is in the infirmary, and I had already told all of our friends.

They were with me.

Hazel was biting her lip.

Will comes out, and starts speaking.

"He's gonna be okay. But he has a really bad concussion. When he wakes up we'll know more."

Leo

I see a light in the darkness, again. 

I see a door.

I walk up to it, and decide to knock,

It opens to reveal a white light emitting from it.

And I know I could stay here forever, and see my mother again.

Or go through the door, and find what is on the other side.

I sit in front of it and debate.

I end up going through the door.

I see a blond guy touching my forehead with something cold.

And, I have absolutely NO idea whatsoever who I am.


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