The moment the glowing stopped and he was one hundred percent sure that it couldn't get much more weird. Looking down on him, he saw that he was wearing a blue dress. The kind the old Romans were wearing. Bedsheets! Why would that goddess make him dress up in bedsheets? They were pretty bedsheets alright, blue silk with a small green rim that matched his eyes and a brooch made of a purple shell with green pearls to keep it together at his shoulder. Percy took a deep breath. He felt relaxed, as if all his energy had returned. And he felt clean. No speck of dirt on his skin anymore. Slowly grabbing his head, he felt that his hair was as soft as if freshly washed. Not that he had done that in a while, mind you. The only two things that had remained the same about his clothing were the clay-bead-necklace and the silver bracelet on his left hand. His fingers caressed the bracelet. There were a silver skull, a golden lightning bolt and a bronze trident on it. Something told Percy that this bracelet was important, that he had gotten it from someone who truly loved him. He just couldn't remember the names or faces. It had been his main mean of defense, hiding behind the giant shield that the skull could produce when being pressed had been the only thing that had allowed him to sleep at all in the past months. The golden dagger with its electricity had come in quite handy too. As had the bronze trident. Those weapons, along with his pen/sword had been what had kept him alive on his journey. Slightly wide-eyed, he started to pat down his dress-thing to find a pocket. He sighed relieved as he felt the pen in a small, hidden pocket.
"The... champion of Venus?", asked the black-haired girl a little unimpressed and glared.
"Are you questioning a goddess?", retorted Venus equally unimpressed.
"N-No, of course not, Lady Venus", said the girl hurriedly. "I just never heard of such a thing..."
"He holds so much love in his heart that I would be blind to not call him mine", smiled Venus fondly, resting one hand on Percy's head in a familiar gesture. "I bring to you the greatest hero this era will know, praetor. And I demand for you to respect him and give him a chance to live here admits you. You've had a goddess' champion here before", Reyna flinched at the implication of their still missing praetor. "And Percy may not be Jason Grace, but I also didn't bring him here to replace your praetor. He is here to aid you help. Follow him and he will lead you to your missing friend, Reyna. Trust him and he may unite you with your true love too."
The last sentence was being whispered and made Reyna blush. Lady Venus was acknowledging her? Why? But if this boyfriend of Nico's - she had no doubt that it was him, Nico had been talking about this boy nonstop after all - if he would be their salvation, then she had to suppress the feelings he caused in her. Mainly, irritation. He was the lad that had destroyed Circe's island. And albeit she would be glad for that had been the reason that had brought her here, to her friends and new family, it had also been the reason that separated her from her sister and only true family.
"I will do everything in my powers to see to his safety", nodded Reyna and bowed.
"I didn't expect anything else", smiled the goddess amused and turned to Percy, crouching down some in front of him like a mother that needed to tell her child something urgent. "I know you're in pain and doubt, but I also know that, even just faintly, you recognize me. You know you can trust me. Follow that instinct. Whatever may come, follow your instincts, they have never mislead you before. You are going to face hardships, but I promise you that all too soon, you will get your memories back and you will be united with your loved once again, Percy."
Percy nodded reluctantly, knowing that there was no point in arguing with a goddess. As she left in a show of light, he turned to look at the girl, Reyna, curiously. She seemed to be a leader of sorts. Judging by the judgmental glare she was giving him, as if trying to determine whether or not he was a danger for her people. He didn't mind; she had every right to. After all, he was a stranger.
