The New Kid

Percy

I had been having a terrible day, what with Annabeth gone on a mission, and Jason busy with Piper and Reyna. Grover was still in Europe, trying to get the new demigods over there to come to the Roman and Greek camps. I headed down to the arena. It always helps calm me down when I'm angry and bored.

"UURRGHHHH," something moaned from under the stands. I kind of jumped when I heard it, because I was the only one with a spare block for the next half hour.

I headed slowly and carefully towards the stands, at the same time uncapping Riptide. There was more groaning and I heard a large thump, and somebody straightened up out of the stands like he was shot out of a cannon.

"SORRY SIR," he yelled, his hands held up at attention. Then he took a good look around and noticed me, with my sword out. He then backed up quite a bit, with a look of shock on his face. He looked about 15-16, I couldn't really tell.

"Wh-where am I?" he asked meekly at me. I relaxed a bit, but I kept my sword at ready position in case a fight broke out.

"Camp Half-Blood" was all I answered.

"Ohhhhhhhh, where is that?"

"Long Island", I said, careful not to give too much information.

"Long Island?" He looked thoughtful. "Where 'sat?

I look at him with shock. How could he not know where Long Island is? He seemed kind of clueless, taking in everything around him as if he had never seen a stadium, or the park outside it. I thought about answering him, but then it struck me.

"You, what's your name?

"Huh? Oh, uhhhhh..." The guy scrunched his eyes and thought hard. "I dunno."

What a carefree guy. I thought. He forgets his name, and can't remember it. He doesn't know where he is, and doesn't care. Life must be good for that guy.

"Do you remember anything?"

"Well, no. I know stuff, like the fact that tsword in your hand is deadly and dangerous-"

"No Kidding"

"-but no memories. I don't remember anything."

I sighed. This is going to be a pain, I thought. On the other hand, My day was going to be a little more interesting.

"Alrighty, then do you have a cure for me, sword wielding dude? I might need my memories you know." He fiddled around with his pockets, and pulled out some kind of disc, inside a clear white case. A UMD? It looked like the kind of cartridge a PSP would use. He looked at it for a moment, and swiftly put it away.

I put my sword away, and grabbed him by the arm.

"C'mon. Let's go take you to see Chiron. But first, you're gonna need a name."